The white nightmare stood quietly in the darkness.

Her face was soft, half reflected in the swaying light, half immersed in the heavy snow outside the window.

Dada dada...

She paused for a moment and began to move forward again.

She walked through the dark area, passed the eighth hundred carriage, and then went deeper.

It was not until she stood in the 1,000th carriage that she stopped.

"You witch!! We were all deceived by you!"

The strong man was stripped naked and tied his limbs with iron ropes, and swayed back and forth in a large shape. He had heard the sound of opening the door, and when he saw the holy girl behind the door, he knew everything.

"Bai Jue."

The Saint of White Nightmare stood quietly in front of him, "Do you know, we are not lucky to be chosen by the gods, but to be responsible."

When she spoke, her expression flowed, with a kind of silver lake waves.

The naked man spat out a mouthful of saliva.

The saint just turned his head slightly and avoided it.

She was not angry, just waved her sleeves and a vast picture of light appeared on the dome of this carriage.

The stars are like the starry sky.

And somewhere, an extremely small train was squirming around the corner.

"Look up and take a look, Bai Jue."

The saint raised his head, extremely holy.

The naked man raised his head.

On the glowing picture, a train was slowly squirming, and in an almost symmetrical place, a black mist was squirming at the same speed.

The idea that a train would eventually crash into this fog appeared in Bai Jue's mind.

This is destiny and cannot be escaped.

He gradually showed a confused look.

“No need to be confused, because we are always on the road.

And at the end of this road, some of us live, and some of us will sacrifice. The sacrificed person is the former strong man, and the living person is the future strong man.

Only when we sacrifice them can we usher in a new world.”

Bai Jue:...

Saint: "I have seen this picture countless times and calculated it countless times. It only takes three years for our train to hit this fog.

The prophecy of the gods will come true.”

Bai Jue:...

Saint: "I don't know what this is, but the gods always whisper in my heart, telling me that we can only fight against the doomed enemy with the ultimate power."

Bai Jue:...

Saint Maiden: "The White Night's Holy Court has a long existence, and it takes millions of years. Over the years, we have countless strong people, but... they are not chosen by God, and they can only be destroyed in the old world.

Bai Jue, do you know?

The powerful men of the White Nether Saint Court were able to destroy the entire universe, but they still could not bear the power of God. There were only three saints of the White Nether Saint Court in this car.

So...you need to bear more.

Because only in this way can you stand shoulder to shoulder with us.

Even if you have completely lost your consciousness and become human weapons that only know how to kill."

Bai Jue was silent for a long time, "I understand, but why don't you tell everyone?"

The white nightmare smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Bai Jue sneered.

He understood.

If you say it out, what's the point of apart from creating panic?

It is better to compile a lie in the dangerous area after 600 verses.

Let the weak live in a lie of kindness.

Bai Jue glanced at his saliva in the distance: "I'm sorry."

Saint White Nightmare: "We will be comrades-in-arms, and there is no regret between us."

Bai Jue asked: "What will happen to me?"

Saint White Nightmare: "In the long history of the Holy Court, he was inspired by God and mastered the origin of the power of this world."

A crazy look flashed in her eyes: "Spiritual puppet! A puppet that distorts everything with will! The gods are really good at choosing. Although you are ordinary, every person who boards this eternal train is actually a perfect puppet container!!

But don't worry, even with the power of me and the two saints, each of them can only control two spiritual puppets.

You are already the last one.

You will be my puppet.”

Bai Jue was stunned and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I'm really honored. So..."

He sighed again: "So, Chou, can you tell me your name?"

The white nightmare looked indifferent and not angry. She smiled and said, "Little Delan."

...

...

The train whistles.

Traveling in the eternal ice, fire and space shattering.

Xia Xi was stunned for a while, and finally chose to touch the flame with his spirit.

This is the only path he saw.

Concentrate your spirit, close your eyes, and a little white light flows out from your fingers, gently flowing around the candlelight.

White is the weakest color.

And gold is a symbol of the soul's passion.

Bang!

Although Xia Xi was extremely careful, his soul still touched the candlelight.

Just one bump in the train made him lose his center of gravity.

His soul also entered the burning flames.

Chiu...

The white soul trembled instantly.

Then dimmed and shrank.

Xia Xi tightened suddenly, leaned back, and fell to the soft leather sofa of the train.

His final consciousness was, "Brother is right. He shouldn't try it rashly. When the soul touches the flames... it will only be destroyed. These three-phase puppets can only be seen."

Unfortunately, he knew it too late.

Too late.

Bang.

His body had become a corpse and fell heavily on the leather pad of the sofa. After bounced a few times, he became completely silent. Maybe by supper time, he would be discovered by Sakurako and Susu, and then the two women would cry, and soon they would welcome completely unfamiliar neighbors.

Ice and fire whistle, darkness shatters, and an atmosphere of despair.

brush!

Suddenly, Xia Xi opened her eyes and smiled on her lips.

He swept around with a calm expression, closed his eyes and quickly completed the digestion of memory.

"Well...Is this the arrival condition triggered? But it seems that it's not too late. The train will not collide with the Death Mother River for three years."

The boy leaned back and rubbed his temples.

He murmured softly: "The so-called Taoist war, to put it bluntly, is like a gambler using his Taoist source to bet.

Each is in the same world, following the rules of this world, making moves, layouts, designing strengths until the confrontation.

If you lose, it means that your Tao has lost, and your Tao source will be plundered a lot. If you win, you can get the other Tao source.

This is very important.
To be continued...