After going through countless missions, Changli has passed through the dungeon that 99% of the missionaries can't pass, and he has also gained enough experience points to become a saint.
Of course, this premise is that the main god space can make people Immediate sanctification.
Finally, he came to the last dungeon, Monster Hell.
This copy also has another name, Hundred Demons Night Parade.
"Hundred" is an adjective rather than a quantifier.
It does not mean that there are only hundreds of ghosts, but it means that the number of ghosts is too numerous to count.
This is a hell for the living and the home of ghosts.
Chang Li needs to break out of this hell, and cannot be dragged tightly by the ghosts in this hell into a permanent sleep in this ghost town.
This copy has no time limit, which means that if he can't find a way to leave, he will be left here forever.
In the gray city, Chang Li appeared, and in an instant, the eyes of the entire city fell on him.
There are no living people in this city, so the people with friendly smiles are all disguised as ghosts, and most of these ghosts are acquaintances, people he met in past copies.
The city of ghosts is dark and dark.
Even in the daytime, Changli could feel the malice hidden beneath their skin.
Walking in this ancient city, Chang Li looked around casually.
He was not afraid of these malicious intentions, because there was no one in this world who could hurt him, not even the Lord God who was the master of everything.
The reason why he traveled around in the main god space and passed so many tasks was just because he wanted to find back what he had left here when he was weak.
Sui, what he is looking for is Sui.
His footsteps landed on the bluestone, making a slight sound.
His clothes were simple and simple like the residents of the city.
From the moment he stepped into this city, he never hid.
He was as majestic as mountains and seas, as vast as heaven and earth.
This was the aura he should have.
He should be like the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, no matter the vicissitudes of the sea or the ups and downs of the world, he will not change at all.
When he walked forward, the ghosts and ghosts blocking the road unconsciously avoided him.
During the day, most of them retained some sanity.
Therefore, when they saw this person who could easily deal with them, their first choice was not to rush forward and fight with him again. , but quietly avoid it, not to mention, this person seems to be more dangerous at this time.
They didn't dare to go against his will, let alone stop his steps.
A golden ball rolled over from not far away, and with it came a cute little girl.
She ran to Chang Li's feet, picked up the ball, then raised her head and asked with a sweet smile: "Brother, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
She held the ball with one hand, and in a split second, the ball turned into a pair of golden scissors.
The scissors pierced the cold air of the ghost town and stabbed straight towards Changli.
She is the Countess, and she is also the first copy that Changli experienced after the main consciousness came.
Her eyes were cut off by the princess's scissors that Changli found, so she had no choice but to let people pass the level.
She disliked this overly shrewd elder brother, so she wanted to stab him to death with her golden scissors.
Chang Li put his hands in his sleeves, lowered his head, and glanced at the little girl whose smile was like honey.
The little girl felt an inexplicable chill in her heart.
Her hands holding the scissors were shaking.
The next moment, she panicked and found that her scissors were broken.
The golden scissors broke into small pieces and fell on the ground.
It was on the ground, no matter how much she picked it up, she couldn't pick it up.
She sat on the ground sadly and cried bitterly: "My scissors, my scissors.
Alice has no scissors and no eyes.
Alice has no scissors and is about to die."
Changli passed her directly, ignoring her cries.
He saw an old man with a goatee in front of him who was testing people's words.
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When Old Man Zhao sensed his gaze, he smiled and said to him: "This official Man, I see that your hall is dark, and there is a bloody disaster."
As he wished, Changli walked over and sat in front of the fortune-telling stall.
The remaining ghosts in line hurriedly got out of the way.
Although they were already dead, they still wanted to test their fate.
The old man who told the fortune took out a pen and said to him: "I would like to ask the official to leave a word."
Changli did not take the old fortune teller's pen.
He looked straight at the old fortune teller, as if he were looking at a piece of grass without intelligence.
He said: "You really want me to hold the pen?"
It's not about leaving words, but about holding the pen.
The focus is on the pen.
The old fortune teller's smile froze, and he sighed leisurely: "The official is joking.
Since you don't trust me, why come to my stall?
Why don't you leave early to avoid wasting your time."
Chang Li was still cold, he said: "In that case, let's take the test."
He took hold of the pen.
Then, the pen made an unbearable creaking sound, as if filthy water was flowing inside the pen barrel made of white jade.
The kind face of the old fortune teller who handed the pen to Changli instantly turned livid, and bloodshot eyes emanated from his face.
There was blood flowing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, making him look very scary.
Seeing this strange situation, Chang Li still didn't let go of the pen.
Instead, he tightened his grip.
Under the pleading eyes of the old fortune teller, he turned the pen into powder.
He stood up, looked at the dying old fortune teller and said, "This is your choice."
Therefore, death is what you seek.
He turned around and walked forward without any fixed destination, because what he was looking for was changing all the time.
They are hidden in the bodies of those ghosts.
Years, hours, and days have passed away, and the years are gone.
What he wants to find is the years that were once lost in the space of the Lord God, that is, the time that was stolen silently.
In this life, before his main consciousness came, he was absorbed into the main god space, and from then on he was unable to have freedom in life and death.
And the day his Lord realized that he came was the day when his experience value was just enough to allow him to escape from the Lord God's space.
When the path of life began to diverge again, his choice was to remain in the main god space.
It was not because he was playing endless games, but because he had too many things stolen from him in the main god's space and had to get them back.
Even Chang Li would make the same choice after he had the right to choose, because he did not believe that the Lord God Space would let him leave from the beginning.
The moment he exchanges all his experience points for the chance to leave is the moment he dies.
He has never been stupid, he is just too lazy to think about it.
Even if he doesn't know what he has lost, he will choose a path that is more beneficial to him.
Of course, this premise is that he still enjoys the feeling of survival.
Changli continued to walk forward, and her hands were suddenly filled with some golden light spots.
These light spots penetrated into his body, making him solidify a little more.
If in the past, he gave people the impression that he was a thin piece of paper with a vague sense of existence, then now, this paper is much thicker.
This is because he got back some of the things that were stolen.
From the moment the tasker steps into the main god's space, the years on his body begin to drain away.
This kind of years is not like a river and sea, a never-ending time, but like longevity, fragments that can be extracted individually. , solidified fragments.
It is these fragments that allow the main god space to maintain and make the main god space strong.
It steals hundreds of millions of years, as many as the number of sands in the Ganges, and lasts forever.
Therefore, the longer a tasker stays in the Main God Space, the weaker and weaker he becomes, but the sense of existence is extremely strong.
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And from the moment he decides to leave the Main God Space, he will completely come to an end. .
Turn into a thin, golden age, heading towards eternal rebirth.
Chang Li raised his hand and flicked it gently in the air, as if he was chasing something.
He clenched his hand tightly, and then a golden stream of light was pulled out and fell into his hand.
The floating light was a very beautiful scene, but he made sure not to smile, because he felt that the city was starting to get angry.
There was no anger in his eyes, but only indifference, the ruthless indifference of the road.
Looking for the lost Sui is an extremely tedious task.
If you want to find it as quickly as possible, you have to come to this city of ghosts and take back what once belonged to you from these ghosts.
As a tasker who once stood at the top of the task force and had the power to choose, Changli was supposed to be a thin slice with only a little original aura left and no awareness of his own situation.
Therefore, relying on such a thin origin, He couldn't make a big move because he couldn't completely let this thin piece collapse because it couldn't withstand the powerful force.
Of course, it doesn't matter if it collapses, but it will be more troublesome.
The reason why he chooses to do this is more because he wants to see it.
Look, where has his age fallen?
He was not willing to accommodate others, especially in such a ghostly city.
His hands passed through the cold wind, and a series of golden dust adhered to his hands, like lively elves, under his fingers.
Tip dance.
He saw a monk, a monk who made him very unhappy.
The monk was holding a Buddha statue in his hand.
The expression of the Buddha statue was exactly the same as that of the monk.
The subtle compassion and strange Buddha nature were deeply entangled around the two people, which made Chang Li unhappy.
He had never been such a monk who faced the Buddha's inner demons.
The monk walked quickly to his side, his expression still very compassionate.
He smiled and said: "Donor, we meet again."
He had been holding the large Buddha statue in his chest.
Now when he was talking to Changli, the Buddha statue was facing Changli.
The compassionate face suddenly became holy under the blowing wind.
A lot.
The monk said: "Today the Buddha has also come to the mortal world.
He is coming with the young monk.
The donor is willing to pay homage."
Chang Li stared into the eyes of the Buddha statue.
Under the expectant gaze of the monk, he stretched out his hand, but instead of closing it, he pressed it hollowly in front of the Buddha statue.
The thud sounded, like the ringing of bells in the mountains, and like the chanting of Sanskrit in Buddhism.
Then, the Buddha statue was bathed in the solemn sound and broke into pieces.
The seemingly compassionate monk also collapsed and passed away like the Buddha statue.
Before it was completely shattered, the monk sighed helplessly: "Donor, you are so ungrateful.
If you blaspheme my Lord, you will fall into the eighteen hells."
Chang Li: "No one can take away my life, my piety, no one dares to accept it, the eighteen levels of hell will be under my control if I wish, and no one dares to call my actions a Blasphemy."
Because there is no existence in this world worthy of being blasphemed by him.
He waved his sleeves, as if he was waving something away, and then he saw a group of little girls running towards her hand in hand.
The little girls all carried a string of pearls in their hands, even though they were not round or grand, but they still radiated light.
The little girl standing in the middle shyly held a huge pearl in front of Changli.
The pearl was surprisingly big, but unusually dim.
Even though it was very round, it made people feel ugly at first glance.
There was also a faint scent of blood lingering on the pearl.
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Chang Li shook his head, and the little girl was not disappointed.
She spread her hands and the pearls slipped from her palms like quicksand.
She raised the corners of her mouth, showed a shy smile, and then left hand in hand with the other little girls.
Behind this group of little girls, followed a group of stupid men.
Some of them are as thin as bamboo poles, some are extremely obese, and some have surprisingly big bellies, like pregnant women who are seven or eight months pregnant.
In the world of ghosts, sometimes a variable can trigger a new reshuffle.
In the world of Mingzhuluo, the self-destruction of the Mingzhu Empress caused a complete reversal of the situation.
The little girls who had been at a disadvantage finally turned the tables. .
They could finally let those who tortured them taste the suffering they had suffered.
Therefore, Pearl Village, which was sealed off by a mysterious force, began to go crazy when no more girls were born.
Since there is no way to give birth to a woman, let's try a man.
In short, we can't give up.
Cocoa, nature, or some immutable laws, would not allow them to evolve the function of male fertility so easily.
Therefore, those men with big bellies were not pregnant, but were stuffed with prematurely dead baby boys in the hope of giving birth to a boy.
The people in Pearl Village have gone completely crazy.
They are completely enveloped in the resentment of the girl who died young and will never be freed.
Changli then walked down and saw a person trapped in the flames, who was the wife who wanted to be the ghost bridegroom.
Changli walked around her and continued walking forward, leaving his wife roaring unwillingly.
He arrived at the center of the City of Ghosts, and then, at the moment of darkness, the night and day of the Ghost City were suddenly separated.
A mirror light that was as bright as the sky rose into the sky, and the next moment, the entire ghost city was frozen.
Whether it was the day formed by birth and age, or the night formed by death, they were completely frozen.
Night and day are both connected and separated, just like a two-way mirror, rotating rapidly, but slowly separating in the hands of Changli.
He heard ghostly voices coming from the mirror, and when he heard the angry voices coming from the mirror itself, he could even hear some faint pleading.
He ignored it and just watched the mirror solidified by the microscopic mirror spinning crazily, spitting out the years it had swallowed.
Golden light spots floated out from the mirror, floating in this ignorant space, drifting towards their owners, although most of them no longer have their owners.
Even if the frozen time that was secretly stolen comes back, how lucky will it be to find its former owner?
Chang Li's whole body was covered in golden light, making him like a god dividing morning and dusk, vague and majestic.
When the golden light no longer floated out of the mirror and it became as clear as a real mirror, he tapped his finger lightly, and then the clear mirror suddenly shattered.
Everything is over.
The main god space no longer exists, the city of ghosts disappears, and the trapped souls return to the cycle of life and death one by one, while the missionaries who are as thin as paper return to the original time.
To get rid of the new year, get rid of the never-ending wheel of taking the new year, and return to the original full year.
In other words, the removed year wheel is retrieved and the year is returned to its origin bound by fate.
There is no year except the year.
The overlapping years form an endless year wheel.
Now the year wheel is broken.
Everything in the world is no longer overlapped, so all living things or inanimate things will eventually be flowed by the river of time and turned into dust
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