Winter North.

It was snowing heavily, and a piece of silver was wrapped in the line of sight.

At this time, in the snow forest to the north, it was found that the Lord of the Mist had lost his breath of life, and Feng Qi was immediately dumbfounded.

This sacrifice line is planned.

He needs to use the Lord of the Mist as a pedal to investigate intelligence from the perspective of domain forces.

Even grow up with the Lord of the Mist, and then witness the future.

If the plan is successful, he will have access to a wealth of very useful intelligence.

It also includes answers to questions such as why domain forces infiltrate human civilization, and what miracle items are.

Looking at the Mist Lord who had lost his movement, the smile on Feng Qi's face completely solidified.

According to history, Mu Qing only smashed the field of silence, but did not kill the Lord of Mist at all.

Otherwise, there will be no follow-up events such as the Lord of Mist **** the bloodstone, control the Tiger Soul Research Institute, and study the "Flesh Rite".

This made him doubt that it was his appearance that changed the line of history.

But thinking about it carefully, this sacrifice line is the same as the previous sacrifice line.

They all decided to join the Scarlet Research Institute after knowing that they had become the sacrificial line. They came out after three years of retreat, and did not have much impact on the outside world.

But he thought it might be his own fault.

After all, changes in some small things can have a profound impact on the future.

For example, he rejected Mu Qing's invitation to become the deputy head of the group at the graduation party.

Maybe it was this change that indirectly affected Mu Qing's attack on the Lord of the Mist a little more...

After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't help sighing because he couldn't understand the reason.

Glancing at the Lord of the Mist whose half body was buried by heavy snow, he planned to leave.

Re-plan the future.

After all, the breath of life is gone, and it is impossible for the Lord of the Mist to come back to life.

But just as Feng Qi turned around, he suddenly heard a faint heartbeat.

At this time, he decisively returned to the Lord of the Mist and checked his physical condition again.

To his surprise, at this time, the body of the Lord of the Mist turned around again.

Good guy, is it really resurrected in place?

What a protagonist template!

The Lord of the Mist was resurrected from the state of death, which reminded him of the Lord of the Mist who reunited his consciousness after being shattered by Lin Ran when he was dreaming in the future.

This ability to be resurrected in death every time made him think of the protagonists in novels, anime, and games.

In comparison, he was even more miserable.

Every line of sacrifice must die.

Feeling the Lord of Mist's gradual recovery from death, he also began to prepare in advance.

After opening the backpack, he took out a small medical kit.

Start emergency rescue for the Mist Lord.

The effect is not important, what is important is that the Lord of the Mist can see his attitude after he wakes up.

But soon Feng Qi found that the situation was a little out of control.

The body function of the Lord of Mist recovers very quickly. If he continues to recover, it is very likely that he will be able to move freely when he recovers.

This undoubtedly lowered his bargaining chips.

Given his efforts, the Lord of the Mist is not welcome at all.

What he wants now is a mist lord who is seriously injured, his movements are unchanged, and he needs to take care of himself.

Only under such conditions of sending charcoal in the snow can he have the opportunity to let the Lord of the Mist open his heart to him, and even treat him as a "brother".

Thinking of this, he manipulated his mental power to penetrate the main body of the mist.

Destroyed the body of the Mist Lord.

After some operations, he recovered his mental power with satisfaction.

Next, Feng Qi opened the medical box and took out various special effects props for emergency rescue.

For example, special bandages, healing potions, and blood stasis ointment... Begin to provide emergency assistance to the Lord of Mist.

After working for half an hour, he applied the ointment to the wound of the Mist Lord and finished the dressing.

In the next time, he began to wait for the Lord of the Mist to wake up.

Five hours have passed.

In the dark night, Feng Qi compacted the snow and built an ice wall that could withstand the wind and snow.

Then the fire was raised with the tools in the backpack.

Turning his head to look at the Lord of the Mist, he was still in a coma at this time, and he didn't seem to wake up at all.

There is no rush to seal the game.

As long as the Lord of the Mist is not dead, he is not short of these few days.

Another half-day wait.

The Mist Lord's body trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes at this time.

When he entered his eyes, he saw a handsome man looking at him with a smile:

"woke up?"

The moment he saw the stranger, the Mist Lord immediately stood up and distanced himself.

But as soon as he exerted force, he felt severe pain all over his body, and he couldn't stand up at all.

With consciousness immersed in the body, he found that his physical condition was very bad, and most of his body functions had been paralyzed.

Realizing that his injury was so serious, the image of fighting with Mu Qing suddenly appeared in his mind.

Immediately there was a shadow in my heart.

But thinking that at least he is still alive and has a chance to come back, he has motivation again in his heart.

It is absolutely a miracle that he is still alive now.

When the field of silence was broken, the world lost some of the rules of the field of silence, and he had a rejection reaction.

In addition, the source of his life is damaged, and his life is constantly passing, and he will die at any time.

At that time, he only had one idea, to try to shatter his own source of life, and then recast it, so as to create a new source of life that could integrate with this world.

This step is undoubtedly a life-and-death, and the probability of success is extremely small.

In the process of building, he also became more and more desperate.

Then his vision was shrouded in darkness, and he passed out completely.

When he woke up, he was surprised to find that his life source had really been recast successfully, and the world no longer had any rejection of him.

Opening his eyes again, he looked at Feng Qi cautiously:

"Who are you?"

"I don't know, I lost my memory." Feng Qi shook his head and responded.

How to explain his situation, he had already thought about his words.

At this time, if he said that he was also a member of the domain forces, it would be easy for him to reveal that he did not understand anything in future contacts.

It's better to set yourself up as a person who doesn't understand anything at the beginning, and then start the follow-up plan.

At that time, if he does not understand and asks the Lord of the Mist, the Lord of the Mist will not have any doubts.

Hearing his answer, the Lord of Mist's face suddenly showed a surprised expression:

"Amnesia? Then why did you save me?"

"I have a sense of intimacy in you, so I wonder if you will be my clan."

Looking at Feng Qi's face that was reddened by the bonfire, the Lord of Mist made a murmur in his heart.

At this time, Feng Qi was naked, and the clothes he was wearing covered him.

So he could see the rune spar embedded in Feng Qi's chest.

From this, it can be judged that he is also a member of the domain forces, but the Lord of Mist can be sure that this guy is not his own clan at all.

But his act of rescuing himself, the Lord of the Mist felt that it was indeed sincere.

After all, he is now physically paralyzed and has no use value at all.

Thinking of this, he looked at Feng Qi and said solemnly:

"Thank you, but unfortunately I'm not your clan."

"I don't look like it, but I have intimacy with you, so just treat you as my clan." Feng Qi grinned at this moment.

Hearing these words, he let go of Feng Qi's vigilance a lot.

Next, the Mist Lord asked about Feng Qi's general situation.

The explanation of Fengqi is also very simple.

He lost his memory more than ten years ago and has been mixing in human society as a human.

Other than that, I can't remember anything else.

As for saving him this time, it was an accidental discovery during the mission.

Feeling the kindness in him, he spent a lot of effort to save him.

After listening to Feng Qi's detailed explanation, the Mist Lord fell into contemplation.

"My source of life was reunited with your help?" The Mist Lord suddenly asked at this time.

"No." Feng Qi shook his head decisively.

Hearing the answer, the Lord of Mist was puzzled.

Before his coma, the source of life had not been recast, but when he woke up, it had been successfully recast.

This seems very strange.

With doubts, he communicated with Feng Qi again.

He also had a general understanding of Feng Qi's current situation.

I learned that he has lost most of his memories, and he usually lives in human society, and he doesn't even know where his future is.

He tried to find his own people, but was never able to find them.

After knowing what happened to Feng Qi, the Lord of Mist has a sense of sight in his heart.

He is looking for the clan, and he is the resurrection clan.

are working towards the goal.

At this time, he had a little affection for Feng Qi.

For the next few days, Feng Qi was always by the Lord of the Mist's side.

During this period, the Mist Lord's injuries also recovered quickly.

Just today, the Lord of Mist tore off the bandage on his body, and along with the flow of qi and blood on his body, the ointment applied to his body was washed off.

"Since you've recovered, I'm leaving." Looking at the Lord of Mist, Feng Qi put on his backpack and was about to leave.

"Where to?" The Mist Lord looked at Feng Qi and asked.

"I didn't tell you. Next, I will form a powerful force. As long as I am strong enough, I will definitely be able to find my own clan. Even if I can't find my clan, I will find my way home." Feng Qi smiled. Turned around and responded.

It took a few days to set the stage, but when he said these words, Feng Qi was also a little nervous.

If the Lord of the Mist replied "Let's just leave it now" at this time, his plan would have failed.

"Would you like to join us?" The Lord of the Mist said solemnly at this moment.

"Why?"

"I lost my family like you, and now I have nothing. We work together and take good care of each other."

After staring at the Lord of Mist for a moment, Feng Qi nodded:

"Okay, let's work together!"

During the handshake, both of them had smiles on their faces.

Next, facing the cold wind and flying snow, they set off straight for Winter City.

At this time, the Lord of the Mist's injury has not yet fully recovered, and the blood energy in the body is thin, and it is impossible to walk in the sky.

Along the way, they talked about their plans for the future.

After walking for a short time, the Lord of Mist transformed into a fog group and continued to move forward beside Feng Qi.

"You can turn into a mist, or I'll call you a mist in the future."

"Whatever you want, continue to talk about what I just imagined. Now we don't have any forces or external forces to rely on, so we definitely can't take the hegemony route. I think it's better to choose to infiltrate human society to seek development opportunities."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi had a lot of doubts in his heart.

Thinking of this, he looked at the mist floating around him and asked:

"What exactly is the hegemonic route in your mouth?"

"Of course it is to expand the domain of the clan. This is the route that the strongest should choose. Constantly expand the area of the domain of the clan, and compete with all races for hegemony."

"Then why don't you fight for hegemony?"

"Don't ask, I once thought I was capable of taking the hegemony route, but it turns out that my strength is far from enough."

Speaking of this, Mu Qing's fist-waving gesture suddenly appeared in the mind of the Lord of Mist.

Feng Qi was very surprised when he heard these words.

He has always believed that both the strong and the weak in the domain have penetrated into human civilization.

But now listening to the meaning of the words of the Lord of the Mist, only the weak have penetrated human civilization, and the strong are fighting for racial hegemony in the field of expansion.

He was very puzzled by this, and immediately asked:

"Aren't there strong races among those forces that penetrated human society?"

"Of course, there is no conflict between the hegemony route and the infiltration of human civilization, but the top powerhouses who follow the hegemony route will not focus on the development of human society, and will only send a small number of clansmen to infiltrate human civilization and compete with other racial forces. There's a game going on."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi froze in his heart:

"What are they playing at?"

"A layout for the future."

"What do you mean? Why plan for the future?"

"Even the strong family may not be able to escape the final trend. They all want to become stronger before that day and have the ability to resist the disaster."

"What is the general trend coming? You know I have amnesia, and I don't know anything now."

"Actually, I don't know. After all, I have never seen it, but I know that it will be an unprecedented disaster, and only a very small number of strong families can survive that day."

With that said, the Lord of Mist recondensed into a human form with purple hair and purple eyes.

"The top strong clans have the ability to destroy human civilization, but the main reason for not doing so is that the current human society is more like a chessboard. All clans are chess players and play games with each other."

"No one will do such a thing as overturning the chessboard. After all, whoever jumps out first may become the target of the fire."

The Mist Lord's explanation is similar to Feng Qi's original guess.

At the beginning, he discovered that the strong clans in various fields are powerful, and if they are condensed, they are completely capable of destroying human civilization.

But all the tribes in the field did not do this.

Obviously, while infiltrating human society, they are also competing with each other.

But he still has a doubt in his heart, why the domain forces collect miracle items in human civilization.

How the miracle item was born.

What is the "Pillar God" that the Lord of Mist once called?

He didn't ask these questions directly.

After all, he is a character who doesn't know anything, and the topic has not yet involved miracle items. In the future, there will be opportunities to ask for detailed reasons.

Next, they began to discuss future action plans.

The Lord of the Mist's idea is very simple, first find a way to infiltrate human society, and then seek development opportunities.

The preferred target is Winterfell.

Although the current Lord of the Mist has not yet infiltrated the Tiger Soul Research Institute, he has the idea of forming a human force and then becoming a "chess player" with the help of the human force.

For his decision, Feng Qi chose to agree.

Compared with the competition between the forces in the various fields of the hegemony line, it is obvious that a relatively stable human society is more likely to have an opportunity for development.

It may be painful to go down this road.

But since he decided to take the villain route, he felt that he had to go on firmly and abandon the indecision in his heart.

It took two days to walk in the wind and snow.

The dry food in the backpack was exhausted. After checking the navigation map, Feng Qi found that they were approaching Winter City.

Just then, they saw the smoke rising in the distance.

After walking forward for a while, a village appeared in their sight.

Seeing this village, the Mist Lord's expression changed a little.

"My form is inconvenient, you go to investigate first, I urgently need qi and blood to restore my strength."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi's heart sank.

He knew that the Mist Lord wanted to attack this village.

"Okay!" After a brief hesitation, he nodded immediately.

At this moment he walked towards the village.

More than ten minutes later, he came to the front of the village.

This village is obviously a gathering place for scavengers, and there are scavenger warriors on guard at the gate of the village.

Seeing his appearance, the soldier looked a little surprised.

"I got lost with the battle group and need your help." Feng Qi said at this moment.

"Come in." The leading scavenger warriors were not alert to him, and immediately indicated that they could enter.

Then, led by the scavenger, he came to a wooden house made of snow trees.

At this time, the scavenger warrior stepped forward and knocked on the wooden door.

After waiting for a while, the door of the wooden house was opened, and a white-haired old man walked out.

At this time, the scavenger warrior told the old man about the situation of closing chess.

After hearing the reason, the old man turned his head to look at Feng Qi.

Looking at each other, a smile appeared on the wrinkled face of the old man:

"Come in, I have something to eat here."

He did not hesitate, and immediately followed the old man into the wooden house.

The furnishings in the wooden house are very simple, with a bonfire burning in the center, with an iron pot on it, and hot broth inside.

At this moment, a big sword hanging on the wall caught Feng Qi's attention.

"Senior, were you a frontline soldier?"

"Well, it was a long time ago." The old man smiled and took out the bowls and chopsticks from the cabinet, and came to the bonfire and filled a bowl of broth and handed it to him.

After taking the broth, Feng Qi took a sip.

After eating the broth, he suddenly felt warm all over his body, and his body seemed to be rejuvenated.

His eyes swept to the great sword hanging on the wall again.

I feel as if I have seen this great sword somewhere, but I can't remember where it is.

In the ensuing chat, he asked about the situation in the village.

According to the old man's words.

Their scavenger village was originally very prosperous, but in recent years, the number of people has become less and less, and the younger generation has basically rushed to the front line, leaving most of the old, weak, sick and disabled.

Finally, the old man pointed him to a road leading to Winter City.

Before leaving, he even gave him a bag of food.

After walking out of the village, he still couldn't be cruel in his heart.

After walking for more than ten minutes, he came to the Lord of the Mist who had been waiting for a long time, shook his head and said:

"It's not good to start, let's change place."

For his remarks, the Mist Lord did not have any doubts, and immediately nodded:

"good."

But just as they were about to leave, the wind and snow became violent, obscuring their sight, and a thin figure could be seen standing in the wind and snow from a distance.

When the wind and snow dissipated, the old man in the village who was entertaining him appeared in the distance with a big sword.

The old man looked at him with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be a dog of the domain forces."

At this time, the Lord of the Mist condensed the human figure, and said with a grim expression:

"It looks like I have to make a move, but this old guy's body is thin, and he is just a candle in the wind, so it's not something to be afraid of."

The old man did not answer, and slashed forward with a sharp sword.

The seemingly simple sword actually evoked the power of heaven and earth, and the wind and snow mixed with sword intent surged.

The Lord of the Mist couldn't dodge and was hit by the front.

Immediately, the cold sword energy swept through, and the Lord of the Mist was slashed and flew out, coughing up blood from his mouth.

At this moment, Feng Qi looked at the sword-wielding old man, and suddenly remembered who he was.

Wang Jinsheng once evaluated a hero in class.

He was once one of the gods of war in the hearts of scavengers, and once guarded the Northern Territory with one sword and one person for a period of time.

In his life, he has killed countless creatures in the field of detachment, and he has never failed.

He has also cultivated many excellent scavenger warriors, and even many core members of the ten major battle groups are also cultivated by him.

His existence has always been a legend.

Representing his identity is a dragon-marked sword.

At that time, when he was in the wooden house, he felt that this big sword looked very familiar, but he didn't expect to see the legendary character, the God of War "Shouyi".

It's just that he looked obviously old at this time.

It's almost 200 years old.

Thinking of this, Feng Qi's heart tightened.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of dying like this before the plan is fully unfolded.

Thinking of this, he felt ruthless in his heart, and decisively tightened his muscles and came to the Lord of the Mist.

The old man's eyes were indifferent, and he slowly raised the big sword.

The vertical and horizontal sword energy is centered on him, radiating all around, and the wind and snow retreats automatically.

The red sword is stern.

The wind and snow suddenly rose, and the red Changhong was like a roaring giant dragon mixed with the wind and snow and biting at it.

Behind him is the seriously injured Mist Lord, who cannot retreat.

He gritted his teeth against it, and used his body to take the attack.

The blood was splattered, and he felt the pain as if his body was about to burst, his clothes shattered, and dense sword qi scars appeared on his chest, which were deep to the bone.

Gritting his teeth and standing up, he looked at the old man with firmness in his eyes.

The Mist Lord can't die yet.

He must keep the Mist Lord alive.

As the Mist Lord said, the old man in front of him has been burnt out, and he is no longer the legendary **** of war. He might have a chance.

Thinking of this, he touched the rune spar with consciousness.

The skin on the body surface turned red, the blood flow speeded up, and his eyes gradually became confused.

The sword marks on the body are quickly repaired under the powerful self-recovery ability.

At this moment, he let out a roar and took the initiative to pounce on the old man.

The scarlet sword energy flashed and Feng Qi was knocked out again.

He struggled to stand up and pounced on the old man again.

After hitting him again and again, he was like Xiaoqiang who could not be killed. Even if his body was broken, he could still struggle to stand up and continue to attack.

At this moment, the Lord of the Mist, who was lying behind him, was full of disbelief in his eyes.

"Because you make me feel very close and feel like you are my clan."

"Okay, let's go together in the future and form the strongest force!"

During this period of contact, his affection for Feng Qi continued to increase.

At this time, seeing Feng Qi risking his life for him, the last vigilance in his heart was wiped away.

Feng Qi's current appearance made him think of the people who sacrificed when opening the road.

The same is true for them, who sacrificed themselves without hesitation.

The Lord of the Mist clenched his fists at this time.

Ups and downs all the way, all the way to failure, to this day is still the case.

"I can not be reconciled!"

The power of belief inspired the unknown power rooted in his body, and under the blessing of the mysterious power, his injury was quickly repaired.

Just like when the source of life is broken.

In the blink of an eye, nearly half of his injuries had recovered, and a thick mist emerged from his body.

At this moment, he reached out and grabbed Feng Qi, holding it in his hand.

Looking at Feng Qi, who was already dying and seemed to die at any time, he was involved in the fog.

At this time, the power of Qi and blood of the original source was injected into Feng Qi's body, hanging his life and beginning to nourish his body.

At this time, the Lord of the Mist looked at the old man with purple awns:

"You will die, and none of your clan can escape!"

"You can try." The old man raised the dragon-marked sword again.

In the cold wind and snow, the sword energy collided with the mist, forming a vacuum around it.

Even with the body of dead wood, the old man still has the fighting spirit.

His swordsmanship was different from that of Lu Yue.

If Lu Yue's sword intent represents the young man's indomitable progress, then the old man's sword energy is like a candle struggling in the wind, and despite the wind and snow, I will stand still.

When the old man used his sword skills, it was more like an ancient dance of jumping.

Quite a natural feeling.

At this time, the old man seems to be merging with this side of the world, using the power of heaven and earth to mobilize the sword energy, the Lord of the Mist is fighting this side of the world.

The power of the Lord of the Mist was powerful in front of the old man, but it couldn't really burst out.

This battle allowed the Lord of the Mist to once again see the power of the strongest among human beings.

Even though he is getting old, he still has the strength to crush him.

But as time passed, the old man gradually began to feel powerless.

The speed of his sword swing became slower and slower, and the Mist Lord gradually gained the upper hand.

When the mist brushed over the old man's body, he suddenly fell to the ground.

Struggling to stand up, he tore off his shattered clothes, revealing his bruised body.

The wounds were so numerous that they covered every inch of his skin.

Behind him are the clansmen, who have been guarding for more than two hundred years, have never fallen down before, and will not fall down today.

Shouyi's eyes were neither happy nor sad, and he raised his sword again.

"I can spare you, but I need the lives of your people in exchange for yours." The Mist Lord said in a hoarse voice.

He had also said this to Mu Qing before.

Mu Qing gave him a reply with her fist, and this time it was the same, Shouyi replied with the big sword in her hand.

When the sword qi approached, the mist swept forward.

The two energies confronted each other, and the sword qi could not split the fog, and the fog could not repel the sword qi.

During the stalemate, fine blood beads ooze out from the surface of the old man's body.

With a roar, his white hair danced, and the sword intent in the old man's heart continued to rise, pushing the sword energy a little bit to split the mist and move forward.

Feeling the overwhelming sword intent, the Mist Lord once again felt the threat of death.

With the desire to live, he also chose to explode with all his strength.

The thick gray mist surged forward, sweeping forward with qi and blood.

The violent force rolled up the snow and spread around, and the terrifying force made it impossible for the soldiers in the village who wanted to come to support them to get in.

The sword energy continued to advance, gradually approaching the source core at the center of the fog.

Although his body was dying, the old man's superb sword skills were still terrifying.

The Lord of the Mist let out a roar at this time.

But no matter how the mist surging, it could not resist the slow advance of the sword energy.

The old man held a big sword in both hands and kept pressing down.

At this time, he seemed to be integrated with the heaven and the earth, and the sword intent became more and more sharp with the firmness in his heart.

But more and more blood seeped out of his body, and in the blink of an eye he had turned into a blood man.

Just when the Lord of Mist thought that he was about to be injured by the sword qi to the source, or even die, the sword qi suddenly dissipated.

He looked intently, the old man was standing with a sword, but there was no breath of life.

Seeing the death of the old man, the soldiers who came for reinforcements cried out in grief.

These scavengers grew up listening to the stories of the old.

The old man is of extraordinary significance to the entire village, and he is also a hero in their hearts.

It's just that now, the hero is dying, and it can't withstand the ravages of time.

When he was young, Shouyi took the sword of the Northern Territory and led the residents of Jicheng out of the field to the front line of winter.

In his life, he killed countless creatures in the domain, and never failed.

It even suppressed the riots of the detached creatures in the realm several times with the power of one person.

Lifetime achievements can be described as brilliant.

Many students have been taught, and many of them are famous warriors who are still active on the front lines.

In the most peak battle, he once stepped into the purgatory field alone, killed the eight-armed purgatory with one person, and finally suppressed the purgatory field.

At that time, it was the craziest time for the expansion of the purgatory field.

Just because the sword-wielding Shouyi stood there, the purgatory field didn't dare to expand rashly.

It's just that the hero eventually fades away.

No one can escape the erosion of time and the passing of life.

At this time, Shouyi, who was holding a dragon-marked sword, finally lost the combat power of his peak period.

With the continuous decline of body functions, even if he has the intention to kill the enemy, his body has reached its limit.

In the final battle, he almost killed the Mist Lord.

But in the end, he died with regret, and in the clansman's cries, his figure fell down in the cold wind.

This is the end of a generation of legends.

Such is the journey of mankind against the expansion of the field.

Each generation will have new legendary figures, who have reached the peak step by step, leaving a deep impression in history and composing their own legendary stories.

Even the powerhouses in the field who regard human beings as ants dare not despise these legendary figures.

It's just that every era has its legends.

The era of righteousness is long gone.

At this time, along with the clan's shouts, they were buried in the snow.

Looking at the warriors who were desperately rushing in front of him with red eyes.

The Lord of the Mist didn't have the slightest fluctuation in his heart, let alone the idea of keeping his hands.

The gray fog swept forward, taking away lives, and continuously draining the power of blood that overflowed from them.

Life seems very fragile at this time.

Without the guardianship of Shouyi, these scavenger villagers are no match for the Mist Lord at all.

And the powerful soldiers in the village have already set foot on the front line, and it has become a one-sided slaughter at this time.

The spilled blood stained the falling snowflakes, which were eventually swept away by the mist.

Half an hour later, the entire village was slaughtered.

After slaughtering the village, the Mist Lord gathered the Mist and condensed a pure blood bead. With a wave of his hand, the blood bead merged into Feng Qi's body, which was swept up in the air by the mist.

Under the nourishment of pure qi and blood, Feng Qi slowly opened his eyes.

Looking around, in the snow are the corpses of the villagers.

His heart trembled, but he didn't show his emotions.

"Thank you." At this moment, he looked at the Lord of the Mist and said.

"If I can rise in the future and stand on the top of this world, there will be a place for you by my side." Misty blinked her purple eyes and said with a smile.

The misty smile and the surrounding corpses were frozen in the same picture, which was particularly dazzling.

Next, the two continued to set off towards Winter City.

Looking at the Lord of the Mist who had killed nearly a thousand people and still remained calm, Feng Qi wanted to ask him what it was like to kill humans, but he didn't ask these words after all.

In this line, he kept suggesting that he should not be indecisive, that he should be ruthless, heartless, and completely integrated into the domain forces.

But only through personal experience did he know that the cruelty in it was simply not acceptable to his three views.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and asked the Lord of the Mist:

"What is our world like?"

Knowing that Feng Qi lost his memory, the Lord of Mist explained patiently:

"Our world is divided into countless spaces, each space is a small world and connected to each other, your ethnic group, my ethnic group, all live in their own small worlds, so the people who came to this world There will be realm fields that are incompatible with the world, because the way we come is to come with the whole world."

After listening to Misty's explanation, Feng Qi continued to ask:

"Then why did you come to this world?"

"There is a problem in our world. I found that there are constantly strong people moving to this world at a huge cost. At that time, I also realized the problems of the world, so I also wanted to learn from the strong people to open up a path and come to this world to seek for the group. The first line of future vitality is also to seek the opportunity to rise."

"The world we are in will also have a general trend?" Feng Qi grasped the point.

"Yes, it's worse than this world, so all ethnic groups come here to seek life and opportunity."

"It's just that some ethnic groups chose to open up a path, and some ethnic groups simply abandoned their world and came directly."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi's heart froze.

He thought of the ethnic group where Xiao Can belonged, and the way they came was different.

They came as a whole group, but there was no realm field.

This is obviously the coming of the world of abandonment in the mouth of the Lord of the Mist.

When the Lord of the Mist came, the field of silence appeared, which was obviously to open up the way to come.

Thinking of this, he asked:

"Is there any difference between these two ways of coming?"

"The difference is very big. If it comes directly, it will die violently at the moment when it may come. After all, the rules of the world we live in are very different from the rules of this world."

"But there is also a chance of surviving. Even surviving will have many limitations and inconveniences, and the strength will be greatly reduced."

"As for opening a path to come, it is to bring the world, that is, the domain field, to this world."

"This way of coming is the most difficult, but as long as success can bring a lot of convenience, we only need to wait for the domain field to be integrated with this world, and we will not be restricted by the rules of this world. This is also because the domain field has existed for a long enough time. The reason why the creatures will become the realm detached creatures in the human mouth."

After listening to the explanation of the Lord of Mist, Feng Qi suddenly felt in his heart.

"What do you mean by opening the way?"

"The most difficult way to come is to break through the barriers of the world and bring your own world to the world. If you are lucky, you will come directly. If you are unlucky, you may encounter blockers."

"What is the roadblocker?"

"A group of extremely strong people, they are blocking the road to this world, and once they encounter nearly ten dead people."

Speaking of which, the Lord of Mist's eyes dimmed:

"At that time, I led my tribe to break through the barriers of the world and open up a new road. The roadblockers I encountered. My tribe died in order to **** me to this world."

"I swore after I came to this world that I would resurrect them, which is why I crave qi and blood."

"Only with enough qi and blood can I condense the flesh for their souls and revive them on the spot."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi suddenly thought of those ghosts in the mist.

This is obviously the tribe who died in the mouth of the Lord of the Mist.

But he was still very curious about the "blockers" in the mouth of the Lord of Mist.

What is this?

While thinking about it, he suddenly thought of Tongtian Road.

Could it be that those who block the way are the strongest among human beings?

After they disappeared, they actually went to the source of the world, trying to block those domain forces that wanted to step into this world?

After thinking for a moment, he stopped thinking about it if he didn't understand.

On the next road, he decided to continue to follow the Lord of the Mist to form a domain force.

Another angle to understand the truth of the world.

The process is bound to be cruel, and he feels that he has to adjust his mentality.

Sentimentality only hinders him from going on.

His line of sacrifice will also be unable to complete his mission and create value.

Therefore, he must adjust his mentality and be ruthless.

Because in the future, similar things like today will definitely happen again.

Today is Shouyi, next time may be other outstanding people.

He may want to kill those characters he once regarded as heroes, and do things that are completely inconsistent with his three views.

If it is said that the timeline of joining the Science and Technology Research Institute was falling into darkness.

Then this villain line is to become a demon, and consider the problem from the perspective of purely viewing humans as ants and livestock.

But he had to go down this road ruthlessly.

Only in this way can he be more like a domain creature, and then witness the ununderstood truth.

Thinking of this, he turned to look at the Lord of the Mist.

One thing that is certain now is that the Mist Lord has regarded him as a companion.

Otherwise, precious blood will not be sent to him for healing.

But he didn't have the slightest affection for the Mist Lord.

He just wants to use the Mist Lord~www.mtlnovel.com~ and learn more intelligence through his growth.

If one day in the future, the Lord of the Mist has no use value.

He will not hesitate to completely obliterate it in reality, and will not give him any chance to develop and grow.

At this time, the mist lord grinned at him:

"How is your body recovering?"

Seeing this, Feng Qi also laughed:

"It's alright, thank you."

After pondering for a while, he continued:

"Mist, if I find a tribe in the future, I will definitely join forces with you to plan the future together."

"Okay, that's it."

In the cold wind, they each had their own thoughts, and their figures gradually drifted away.