"When I wake up this time, I only have the last time left to ask you the doubts in your heart." De Allen's voice became obviously weaker.

Feng Qinglang said: "Isn't Dong Di Tian already resurrected? He doesn't need my key either..."

Allen said: "The teacher has arranged a lot of back-ups, just to be able to return to the human world after his unfortunate death. The East Emperor Heaven you see is another back-up, a new life born. That is part of the teacher's personality.

A life that was combined with the personality of another person named Ye Ditian. The real Dong Ditian has not yet returned to the world."

Feng Qinglang felt his hair stand on end. From the bottom of his heart, he recognized that Xingqing's third child was the person in the legend, but in fact, he was not.

The lingering loneliness and sorrow came to Di Allen's eyes again: "As you can see, it is not the real me, it is just my spiritual imprint, and only some important memories are retained...

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Feng Qinglang felt inexplicably sour in his heart, but he understood that now was not the time to express emotion, so he asked again: "Where is that door?"

"The Stigmata was the first burial place of the undead in ancient times. The Stigmata people had foresight. Since the beginning of the Silent Age, they have discovered that their land is filled with the breath of death. Therefore, their ancestors are willing to transform themselves into forbidden lands.

Suppress the source of the dead air, and as more people suppress it, the Stigmata Forbidden System you see today is gradually formed, with each link tightly suppressing the opening of the door."

"If I remember correctly, you are saying that when the first undead awakens, he will completely turn the world into a land of the undead. Is he really capable of doing that?"

"This starts from the moment when ancient civilization ended. It was the end of civilization and the people left on this land. When they woke up again, they started the ancient era.

They have had great disputes about the direction of future civilization. One of the most extreme schools is the undead civilization, which consumes life with low energy in an almost zombie-like manner to ensure a long life, so that there can be opportunities to wait.

It is not difficult for the ancestors of the ancient civilization to return to normal life again with their advanced ancient demonic ways.

Such a civilization still needs people to serve as managers and herd low-level undead life forms. Therefore, people with special genes can become high-level undead demons through specific methods. They can retain wisdom and possess more powerful power, but often

It’s hard to live a long life…

This branch of civilization was eventually rejected by most people, considering it to be extreme and evil.

However, there are still a small number of people from ancient times who insist on secretly executing such a civilization continuation plan. They are the founders of the world of the dead.

As for the so-called return of the first ancestor of the undead, I can't predict what kind of changes it will bring to the world, but I can guarantee that this should be a horrific disaster...

Because, during the resurrection ceremony, I had come into contact with his most original aura, which was so powerful that it made people tremble."

Ancestor Allen in his peak period also felt the trembling power. What kind of existence would that be? Feng Qinglang frowned and asked: "Is everything really irreversible?"

"The world of the undead may have answers... I once went to look for it, but I only got as far as the altar of the undead. I had to turn back because my life was exhausted... The time has come for me to wake up this time... I don't know if I can still wake up.

Several times..." De Allen's voice became weaker and became

Intermittently, "I understand... your first half of life was full of ups and downs, and you complained about the unfairness of fate... but since fate has chosen you, for the sake of those who love you and the people you love... we all have to... try a little harder."

Why we can't change the past, we can only...work hard to change the future."

"Ancestor Allen?"

De'Allen returned to his original state, looking straight ahead into the distance, silent again.

Feng Qinglang, who was still full of doubts, found that the world in the spiritual sea was gradually blurring, and realized that the real world outside was pulling him back.

When light and darkness cross each other, everything in front of you becomes clear again.

The twenty-four-pointed star above his head has faded, and the haze of death around him has disappeared.

Feng Qinglang looked at Wu Yuanela beside her. Originally, she had reached the edge of death, but now, her whole body was full of surging vitality. It was as agitated as an endless river, so powerful.

She instinctively felt that she was not suitable for her vitality. Sometimes her brows would be furrowed tightly, showing pain and uneasiness, and sometimes the corners of her mouth would turn up, just like a baby in its mother's arms, smiling sweetly in a dream...

Feng Qinglang breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but then she felt a sigh of relief. Is this kind of life form really what Usanella wants? From now on, she is no longer a human being...

Immediately afterwards, he was shocked, because he found that he could judge so clearly all the life breath of Utanella, what an amazing insight and perception...

He slowly raised his head and looked around, feeling as if he had opened his eyes to see the world for the first time. The darkness in the dawn was spreading all around him. He even saw the trajectory of the wind, which blended with the darkness.

Passing by, the wind blows onto my face, blowing away my bangs, causing the hair on my face to tilt in a corresponding arc. That wonderful trajectory, because of my own obstruction, slightly changed the route, and then started with a new direction.

The trajectory continues to run into the distance, and the chaotic darkness welcomes it with open arms.

The thick clouds in the sky, the grass underfoot, the texture of the branches and leaves of the trees... everything is so clear. Does this kind of perspective belong to the legendary high-level undead demon?

Feng Qinglang couldn't tell the difference between joy and sorrow in her heart. There is only one person in ten thousand who can have the opportunity to perform the ultimate undead ritual. There is also only one person in ten thousand who can successfully become a high-level undead demon. Should he be happy for his luck or should he?

Feeling sad that you are no longer "human" in the traditional sense?

The fingertips cut through the palm, and the silver-gray blood, as deep as the essence of the soul, slowly gushes out. It is a color that is unparalleled in the world.

He instinctively put away his palms, clenched them into fists, and glanced around. Six peerless experts from the undead world had reached the silver boiling point not long ago and were all killed.

Looking into the distance, Feng Qinglang could not help but twitch at the corner of her mouth at such an astonishing hearing, as dots of magic lamps were scattered across the plain.

The smell of blood on the plains is so strong that it will take years to wash away...

Not long ago, during the undead ceremony, there must have been a fierce battle on the plain. Feng Qinglang knew that Tang Rui had arrived and won, otherwise the person shouting out his name during the search below would definitely not be his.
Chapter completed!