Once upon a time there was a demon pass

For a while, Zhao Zicheng sat at the door and thought for a long time.

Time is still ticking.

Half an hour passed.

The oppressive force in the room has reached its peak, Yu Sheng's clothes have been completely stained red with blood, his whole body is as if he has just been fished out of a blood vat, it is wet, there is even blood dripping continuously, the sweat is merging, and finally dripping on the ground.

His feet were already scarlet.

Including those wounds on the body that only left scars, they all collapsed one after another, and it seemed that they were on the verge of dying.

"Boss Yu, get out!"

"I can't stand it anymore!"

Zhao Zicheng couldn't help looking at Yu Sheng's back and shouted.

But Yu Sheng still stared stubbornly at the middle-aged man, clenching his teeth, his body trembling slightly, showing no intention of retreating at all.

"Special!"

"Scarlet Shuangsha, I've never been afraid!"

"I... I can stand up for a while, this kind of opportunity is too rare!"

However, Zhao Zicheng, who had just recovered a little, took a deep breath, as if taking a bath and entering a sauna room, with a sharp thrust, he plunged in again.

The oppressive force like a vast ocean swept across Zhao Zicheng's body again.

He snorted, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he was about to be rolled out of the door in an instant, but he firmly grasped the door frame, not retreating a step, his eyes were bloodshot, and he allowed his body to burst into wounds one after another.

This time, it didn't last long.

Half a minute later, Zhao Zicheng couldn't bear it and was thrown out.

But he was like a Xiaoqiang who couldn't be beaten to death. After a short rest, he broke in again.

again and again.

Even at the end, he was trembling, resting for a few minutes, but could only stay in the room for a few seconds.

Even so, for Zhao Zicheng, it seemed like a physical baptism, which completely solidified his foundation.

If it was just a muddy path leading to Jiujue, now...it is an asphalt road.

Although he can't be allowed to gallop and make rapid progress all the way, at least...he really has the opportunity to be promoted to Jiujue.

This opportunity is the most precious.

There are countless geniuses in the human race, but who dares to say that in the future, he will definitely enter Jiujue?

On this road, the corpses of fallen people can already pile up into mountains.

At least until now, there are only a handful of people who have reached the end.

Just when Zhao Zicheng wanted to step into the room again, the coercion pervading the entire room exploded at this moment.

Yu Sheng, who was already facing a certain critical point, spewed a mist of blood from his mouth, flew upside down, and half knelt on the ground.

And that middle-aged man also opened his eyes completely.

A pair of indifferent and haughty eyes looked around the room, and finally fell on Yu Sheng.

He slowly got up, looked at Yu Sheng, and frowned again.

"*&&...*"

The middle-aged voice was filled with the majesty of a superior, and the sense of oppression in the room suddenly emptied.

Yu Sheng took a big gulp of air and looked at him blankly.

Apparently...

Did not understand.

"*&&%?"

The middle-aged man spoke again, but he shook his head slightly as if he had figured out something.

The next moment, the middle-aged voice came from Yu Sheng's mind.

Just like the phantom of the ancient beast clan before, it came from the communication of the soul: "Aren't you a Celestial Clan?"

"Ah."

Yu Sheng nodded softly.

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then smiled self-deprecatingly, as if he had learned about the current outside world and situation through the memory in Yu Sheng's mind.

"The plan back then, after all, failed..."

"The Rise of the Orcs..."

"Causal cycle, perhaps, this is fate."

He didn't have the kind of joy after recovery at all, and there was a little regret in his tone: "Awakening, demon core...a new path."

"But relying on foreign objects is not the right way, and it is difficult to break the world of mortals."

The middle-aged man seemed to have discovered something interesting, and kept flipping through the memories and pictures of the awakened in Yu Sheng's mind, and finally gave comments.

Unlike the ancient orcs, the ancient orcs can only sneak a glimpse of it when they actively recall for the rest of their lives.

But the middle-aged can actively browse through it domineeringly.

"If you want to take the step between life and death, you must always rely on your own strength."

"No wonder... no wonder..."

"Later generations will have their own way..."

The middle-aged man didn't seem to be particularly sober, he spoke intermittently, in a daze, and kept muttering some strange words in his mouth.

The rest of his life was suppressed in place, unable to move at all.

What surprised him was that what trapped him was not the power of the old principal's rules, domains, etc., but the aura exuded by the middle-aged man himself.

"Sky Clan...disappeared..."

For a long time, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and he walked past Yu Sheng with his hands behind his back. Under Zhao Zicheng's vigilant eyes, he stood at the door of the building and looked up at the sky with complex eyes, as if he was recalling something.

"The Celestial Clan is gone, my city is gone..."

"now..."

"I'm gone too..."

The middle-aged man just stood at the door, basking in the sun, turned his head, and glanced at Yu Sheng in the room: "You... are very good, even in our Celestial Clan, you can be called the pride of heaven."

"After all... it still failed."

While speaking, the middle-aged man turned around, slowly closed his eyes, raised his hands, and opened his arms, enjoying the warmth of the sun.

"Ten thousand years of layout, a moment of recovery."

"Thousands of people are vying for it, is it a chance, or is it a torture..."

Zhao Zicheng vaguely seemed to hear the middle-aged man's soft whispers. The next moment, the middle-aged man's heartbeat stopped slowly like a drum, the blood stopped flowing, his face became pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his breath weakened.

In the end, the body turned into a series of light spots and dissipated in this world.

Only the last sentence remains between heaven and earth.

It seems to mean something.

"We, why do we need to use the energy of the beast race to show our power?"

"How can the light of rice grains compete with the bright moon?"

The voice continued to echo in the void, but the middle-aged man had completely disappeared, leaving only a piece of ordinary jade pendant falling on the ground outside the door, inconspicuous.

(The pain of typing on a wooden chair, the pain in the tailbone is dying, I feel like I'm going to be useless...)