Sky Prison: Sign To The Prison Suppression Demons At The Beginning Of The Game

"The magic pattern of the prison demon body will uncontrollably condense and cover my whole body when I see this figure. What's wrong?"

Li Xinglan wiped the red blood from the corners of his eyes, and after a few breaths of relaxation, he slowly opened his eyes. First, there was an instant blur, and the blur was filled with mist-like scarlet, and then the picture was restored. Normal color.

The ninety-nine ancient door murals on the two walls, suddenly at the same time he opened his eyes, one after another, like a tide, came towards him. At that moment, Li Xinglan's whole body was covered with extremely black light. The magic pattern of the prison demon body is placed on an ancient battlefield.

Red land, bloody dust, raging winds, flags obscuring the sun, in the sky, a series of indifferent eyes are looking at the blood path of the corpse mountain below, the halberd is sinking in the sand, the corpses are everywhere, and the majestic palace is broken. Yuan, the eyes are in a mess.

A series of hideous black shadows, from the broken walls and ruined places in all directions, came in the direction where he was. Li Xinglan was shocked and was about to parry.

A familiar face with a shameless appearance suddenly walked forward a few steps, his expression calmly blocking Li Xinglan's face, the man held a dark brown war spear in his hand, his black hair was flying, the light in his eyes was clear, as if Everything in the world is in the opened eye. Between the stars and the stars, a long silver river rushes, like a frightening scorpion, like a python, like a dragon, and the river is in the sky, rushing for thousands of miles.

Coming from all around, the black figure with a speed as fast as a few cents was suddenly strangled by the sky-sweeping pupils in the sky. It was directly turned into powder during the raiding, and turned into blood and water in the violent wind. Licking a wisp of blood that was already extremely rich.

So strong!

Li Xinglan knew that what was really terrifying about this unremarkable appearance was actually his other eye that had been closed tightly, but just the breath released by the other party just now exceeded his understanding of Martial Dao's power!

"Is it pupil technique?"

The plain-looking black-haired man, with the spear tip in his hand touching the ground, calmly walked towards the collapsed palace in front of him, Li Xinglan watched all this quietly, he knew that he had just entered a period of what had happened before. In the picture, he cannot change anything, but perhaps he will witness something with his own eyes.

Under the palace, Li Xinglan suddenly saw that the black-haired man who was incredibly powerful in his eyes suddenly waved the spear in his hand and swept away the hideous and hostile dark shadows around him.

Afterwards, he knelt under the heavenly palace, his right arm strongly propped the war spear, his head was raised high, his eyes fixedly staring at the ruined heavenly palace, and suddenly tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes. .

In this scene, Li Xinglan suddenly felt anxious. During the imperial catastrophe, under desperate circumstances, he felt the same way.

The ruins of the Tiangong must have an unusual relationship with this shameless black-haired man!

While Li Xinglan was watching this scene with incomparably complex expression, the black-haired man kneeling on the ground suddenly stood up slowly, the scarlet eye with tears, full of monstrous fighting spirit and scowling.

The war spear was raised high, and the black-haired man smashed it heavily in front of the palace. The surrounding ground suddenly cracked and collapsed on a large scale. The force of the terrifying rules began to rebuild the ruined palace. With bricks and jade tiles, flying sand and rocks, time seems to go backwards at this moment.

Om...

In Li Xinglan's shocked eyes, the majestic and majestic ruins of the palace, the ruins of the broken walls, were reshaped by his naked eyes in just a few dozen breaths of time.

Wanzhang Tiangong enters the cloud, counting the countless immortals on earth.

The plain black-haired man raised his arms at the familiar Tiangong.

"Brothers, I'm back, I'm back with Guiyimen!"

"I want to sweep all the races into one. I need you to push the Three Thousand Avenues for me. I will blow everything up and give my human race a bright future!"

"In this life, I won't lose again!"

"In this life, I will sweep the Ninth Stage, in front of the Ten Thousand Clan Creeping Heaven Palace!"

"In this life, I will be the world, no one in the world dare to be called an immortal!"

"..."

"Brothers, where are you?"

"Who can help me, and I will be incomparable forever?"

"..."

The black-haired man's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a murmur that even Li Xinglan couldn't hear.

A group of domineering and eternal figures began to slowly gather behind the black-haired man, time flies, not knowing the years.

Om...!

Suddenly the picture in Li Xinglan's mind turned around. When he woke up again, he found that he was standing in a channel under the ground of the Extremely Evil Dao Palace, surrounded by ghost fires constantly moving towards him. The whole body attacked, but at the moment when he touched the magic lines on his body, it turned into pure death air, nourishing the weak dark black magic lines around Li Xinglan.

Li Xinglan didn't dare to look at the murals on both sides again. The scene just now made him faintly understand something, the ordinary man, the figure wrapped in extreme black light in the second gate, and the shocking heavenly palace. And countless evil creatures.

Was the first generation of the Prison Guardian the life and death brother of that ordinary black-haired man?

I have inherited the legacy of such a character that is dominating the past and the present, so the black-haired man will find him?

Are the dark shadows under the ruined walls of the Tiangong a foreign race?

Among the ten thousand races, what is the alien race?

Are non-my races all foreign races?

Isn't that human race an enemy of all the creatures in the mainland?

...

Too many questions lingered in Li Xinglan's mind. He kept asking himself, trying to find the answer in the scenes and sounds he had just seen, but he couldn't find it.

Or it should be, he dare not find out the real truth!

"The road to the strong should be a success!"

"I'm still too weak!"

It is not that he can't find the answer, but he understands that after knowing the answer, there are some things he can't afford.

Shaking his head, Li Xinglan suddenly muttered to himself with firm eyes.

"No, I am not the first generation of the Prison Suppression Demon, let alone take the road of Martial Dao arranged for me by others."

"I am Li Xinglan. I am not a continuation of anyone's spirit, nor will I bear any regrets for others."

"The rise and fall of the human race, what do you do with ants like me?"

"In front of righteousness, I, Li Xinglan, will never escape!"

"But the righteousness of others is not my righteousness."

"That is your story, and I will have my own story."

"The era that belongs to you is over."

"And my age has just begun!"

"History has witnessed your brilliance and recorded everything about you on the title page"

"And I, Li Xinglan, will tell you with actions."

"Anything in the past is a prologue."

"I will stand higher and higher, stronger and stronger!"

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