This is a world almost burned by magic flame.

The world is vast and I don't know its tens of thousands of miles. It's just that the vast magical energy rendered this world.

There is nothing in the world.

In addition to the magic energy, there is only one mountain directly in front.

Underneath the mountain was a blazing demon flame, and the whole sky was glowing red.

The mountain is steep and the rocks are rugged.

Stands alone on the top of the mountain.

A person with a black shirt on his back and dancing with Mo Yan like a monster.

At the moment, with the arrival of Xu Zimo, the man turned slowly.

"I am waiting for someone!"

His face was covered with magic marks, especially those eyes burning with magic flames.

Seems to contain supreme horror.

His body is not tall, but it feels very great.

Belongs to the kind of sky above the head, pedaling the existence of the galaxy.

"Is it you?" The man on the mountain looked at Xu Zimo and said suddenly.

"Lord, how long has it been.

I don't know how long I have waited.

This wrecked body has been burned by raging fire.

You are finally here. "

"Demon?" At this moment, Baimeng came out of the void and asked lightly.

"It turned out to be the seventh general," the man at the top of the mountain greeted.

"Who is he?" Xu Zimo asked doubtfully.

"Your former servant," Bai Meng replied respectfully.

"How?" Xu Zimo asked, looking at the man on the top of the mountain.

"What are you doing waiting for me here?"

"Lord, there are things you left to you now,

I am waiting for you to take it away, "Monu hurriedly replied.

"What?" Xu Zimo asked.

Monu glanced at Bai Meng, then bowed his head slightly, and said respectfully.

"Admiral of the seventh battle, let's go out first.

Let the Lord get the thing by himself. "

Bai Meng nodded, then glanced at Xu Zimo.

And the demon rose into the sky and left the world together.

When the two left, Xu Zimo looked at the world.

He feels familiar with the magical energy here.

Is like a fish like a fish.

He stepped on the top of the mountain and ran towards the top of the mountain quickly.

The endless magic energy pervaded his feet.

Pieces of rubble rolled off.

When Xu Zimo came to the top of the mountain, he found that there were so many murals.

These murals have been stored here for many years.

The murals are connected together, it seems to tell an ancient story.

When Xu Zimo gathered his soul and concentrated on the murals.

He found that his consciousness was absorbed into the world of this mural.

'S line of sight began to change.

The sky is bloody!

There was a lot of war on the earth.

There is a man in a shirt standing on top of a mountain.

He held the sun and the moon and stepped on the galaxy.

The whole body is bathed in blood.

If you look closely, you will find that the mountain under his feet is all corpses.

It was a high mountain with dead bodies.

Wailing and haze covered the world.

Death and killing sounded the drums of war.

The mountain where the corpses piled up was filled with people, glaring one by one, and the green muscles burst.

"Devil, you never thought you would have this day!"

Someone laughed heartily.

"Come down and die, stop fearless resistance."

We still can make you die a little bit happier. "

"You were walking against the sky, and now you have suffered retribution from heaven!"

"Those who have abandoned the sky have been ups and downs for generations to come, but you always want to resist.

Changing fate is simply ridiculous and unconscious. "

Listened to the accusations of everyone underneath.

The man on the mountain slowly raised his head.

His face was clear and clear, but Xu Zimo couldn't see clearly no matter how he looked.

It seemed that there was always a mist covering him.

Xu Zimo stood in midair and was able to clearly see the scene below.

But he couldn't move, he couldn't do anything.

Can only watch like a bystander.

At this moment the man slowly stood up, it is difficult to imagine how many injuries he suffered under his shirt.

With the moment he stood up, the crowd around him subconsciously stepped back two steps.

The man slowly raised his head, and at this moment, Xu Zimo could see his face clearly.

"How come," Xu Zimo's complexion changed greatly.

Stood unbelievably, shaking his head constantly.

The man is exactly the same as him.

He was completely stunned.

The same face, the two people are carved like a mold.

"You came!"

At this moment the surrounding scene seems to be still, everything.

Fluttering blood,

Howling at the foot like a corpse,

The wind blowing accidentally from the sky,

The morning mist in the distance,

The accusations of those nearby.

Everything, time and space are all still.

Only the man at the top of the mountain raised his head silently and looked at Xu Zimo indifferently.

For a million years, his eyes seemed to pass through several centuries.

Layers of void and endless time reincarnation.

Looked at Xu Zimo with an unforgettable power.

Unclear and unclear emotions.

Xu Zimo could not speak his current emotions.

He felt that he was looking at a mirror, and the people in the mirror were strange and familiar.

He opened his mouth and wanted to ask the question in his mind.

But the man on the top of the mountain seemed to know his doubts and interrupted him in advance.

Shook his head and said: "I know what you want to ask.

Don't worry, just keep going.

One day, you will get the answer. "

"What do you want to do?" Xu Zimo asked to stabilize his emotions.

"Give you something that should belong to you," the man replied.

"What?" Xu Zimo puzzled.

The man slowly raised his head ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ Looking at the sky above.

At this moment, Tongtian's momentum emanated from him.

The solidified space around returned to the previous calm.

People continue to yell and blame.

And the shirt behind the man rippled with the wind.

Holding ancient artifacts in his hand, he walked down the corpse mountain step by step.

"I have experienced countless epochs.

Has witnessed the rise and fall of too many epics.

What is a magic?

Seems to have been marked with a bad label.

There is no magic word in the world, and there is no magic race.

Is only a haunted person's hall, and the emperor's hats for those who abandoned the sky.

After walking for several epochs, I integrated everything I saw, heard, and knew.

Comprehend a combat skill.

Named "Magic"!

Let the self-evident people see what the real devil is! "

The man was talking and walking towards the bottom of the mountain.

Every word he said was powerful.

Every step is taken, the whole body will be a little stronger.

'S supreme might brings the world into a big hole with the ancient magic energy.