Winter North District.

It was snowing heavily, and everything in sight was covered in silver.

At this moment, in the snowy forest to the north, Feng Qi was dumbfounded when he found that the Lord of Mist had lost his breath of life.

This sacrificial line is in planning.

He needs to use the Mist Lord as a pedal to investigate intelligence from the perspective of domain forces.

Even grow up with the Mist Lord, and then witness the future.

If this plan is successful, he can obtain a lot of very useful information.

It also includes answers to questions such as why the domain forces infiltrate human civilization, and what exactly are miracle items.

Looking at the Master of Mist who had lost his movement, the smile on Feng Qi's face froze completely.

According to history, Mu Qing only shattered the field of silence, and did not kill the Mist Lord at all.

Otherwise, there will be no follow-up events such as the Lord of the Mist snatching the bloodstone, controlling the Amber Research Institute, and studying the "Flesh Sacrifice".

This made him suspect that it was his appearance that changed this historical line.

But if you think about it carefully, this sacrifice line is the same as the last one.

They all resolutely joined the Scarlet Research Institute after knowing that they had become the line of sacrifice, and only came out after three years of retreat, which did not have much impact on the outside world.

But he felt that it might really be his fault.

After all, changes in some small things can also have a profound impact on the future.

For example, he rejected Mu Qing's invitation to become the deputy team leader at the graduation party.

Maybe it was this change that indirectly affected Mu Qing's attack on the Mist Lord more severely...

After thinking wildly for a while, he couldn't help but sigh because he couldn't figure out the reason.

Glancing at the Misty Lord, whose body was half buried in heavy snow, he planned to leave.

Re-plan the future.

After all, there is no breath of life, and it is impossible for the Lord of the Mist to come back from the dead.

But just as Feng Qi turned around, he suddenly heard a faint heartbeat.

At this time, he decisively turned back to the Mist Lord, and checked his physical condition again.

To his surprise, at this moment, the body of the Mist Lord started to function again.

Good guy, did he really come back to life in situ?

What a protagonist template!

The master of the mist recovered from the state of death, which reminded him of the master of the mist who regained his consciousness after being shattered by Lin Ran in the future dream.

This ability to be resurrected every time after death reminded him of the protagonists in novels, anime, and games.

In comparison, he was miserable.

Every sacrifice line must die.

Feeling that the Mist Lord was gradually recovering from death, he also began to prepare in advance.

After opening the backpack, he took out a small medical kit from it.

Start the emergency rescue of the Mist Lord.

The effect is not important, the important thing is to let the Mist Lord see his attitude after he wakes up.

But soon Fengqi found that the situation was getting out of control.

The Mist Lord's bodily functions recovered quickly, and if he continued to recover, it was very likely that he would be able to move freely when he recovered.

This undoubtedly lowered his bargaining chip.

For all his hard work, the Lord of the Mist might not want to see him at all.

What he wants now is a mist lord who is seriously injured, whose actions remain unchanged, and who needs to be taken care of by himself.

And only under the condition of sending charcoal in such a timely manner, he has the opportunity to let the master of mist open his heart to him, and even treat him as a "brother".

Thinking of this, he manipulated his mental power to penetrate into the main body of the mist.

Destroyed the body of the Mist Lord.

After some operations, he withdrew his mental power in satisfaction.

Next, Feng Qi opened the medical box and took out various special effects props for emergency rescue.

Such as special-effect bandages, healing potions, blood stasis ointment... and began to provide emergency assistance to the Mist Lord.

After working for half an hour, he applied the ointment to the mist lord's wound and finished the bandage.

In the following time, he began to wait for the Master of Mist to wake up.

Five hours passed.

In the dark night, Feng Qi compacted the snow to build an ice wall against the wind and snow.

Then use the tools in the backpack to raise the flames.

Turning his head to look at the Lord of the Mist, he was still in a coma at this moment, showing no signs of waking up.

Feng Qi is not in a hurry about this.

As long as the Lord of the Mist doesn't die, he's not short of a few days.

Another half-day wait.

The Mist Lord's body trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes at this moment.

As soon as I saw it, I saw a handsome man looking at him with a smile:

"woke up?"

The moment he saw the stranger, the Mist Lord was about to stand up and distance himself.

But as soon as he tried hard, he felt severe pain all over his body, and he couldn't stand up at all.

Consciousness soaked into his body, and he found that his physical condition was very bad, and most of his bodily functions were paralyzed.

Realizing that his injury was so serious, the scene of fighting Mu Qing suddenly appeared in his mind.

Immediately, a shadow cast over his heart.

But thinking that at least he was still alive and had a chance to start again, he regained motivation.

Still alive now, in his opinion, it is definitely a miracle.

When the Silent Field was shattered, the world lost some rules about the Silent Field, which had a repulsive reaction with him.

Coupled with the damage to his life source, his life is constantly passing by, and he will die at any time.

At that time, he had only one idea, to try to smash his own source of life, and then recast it, so as to create a new source of life that could blend with this world.

This step is undoubtedly a narrow escape, and the probability of success is extremely small.

In the process of building, he also became more and more desperate.

Then his vision was shrouded in darkness, and he passed out completely.

When he woke up, he was surprised to find that his own source of life had been successfully recast, and the world no longer had any rejection of him.

Opening his eyes again, he looked at Feng Qi with a little vigilance:

"Who are you?"

"I don't know, I've lost my memory." Feng Qi responded by shaking his head at this moment.

How to explain his situation, he has long thought of the rhetoric.

At this time, if he said that he was also a member of the domain forces, he would easily reveal that he didn't understand anything in future contact.

It's better to set yourself as a person who doesn't understand anything at the beginning, and then start the follow-up plan.

At that time, if he asked the Lord of the Mist if he didn't understand something, the Lord of the Mist would not be suspicious.

Hearing his answer, the Misty Lord suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face:

"Amnesia? Then why did you save me?"

"I have a sense of intimacy with you, so I wonder if you are my clan."

Looking at half of Feng Qi's face that was flushed red by the bonfire, the Mist Lord muttered in his heart.

At this time, Feng Qi's upper body was naked, and the clothes he was wearing were covering his body.

So he could see the rune spar embedded in Fengqi's chest.

From this, it can be judged that he is also a member of the domain forces, but the Mist Lord can be sure that this guy is not his clansman at all.

But the act of helping himself, the Mist Lord felt that it was indeed sincere.

After all, he is currently paralyzed and has no use value at all.

Thinking of this, he looked at Feng Qi and said solemnly:

"Thank you, but unfortunately I am not your clan."

"I don't look like it either, but I have a sense of intimacy with you, so I just treat you as my clan." Feng Qi grinned at this moment.

Hearing these words, he let down a lot of vigilance towards Feng Qi.

Next, the Mist Lord asked about the general situation of Feng Qi.

Feng Qi's explanation is also very simple.

He lost his memory more than ten years ago, and has been mixing in human society as a human.

Other than that, I can't remember anything else.

As for saving him this time, it was an accidental discovery during the mission.

Feeling that there was a friendly aura on him, so I spent a lot of effort to save him.

After listening to Feng Qi's detailed explanation, the Mist Lord fell into deep thought.

"It was also with your help that my life essence was re-condensed?" The Mist Lord suddenly asked at this moment.

"No." Feng Qi shook his head decisively.

Hearing the answer, the Mist Lord was full of doubts.

He hadn't completed the recasting of his source of life before he fell into a coma, but he had successfully recast it when he woke up.

This seems very strange.

With doubts, he communicated with Feng Qi again.

He also had a general understanding of Feng Qi's current situation.

After learning that he has lost most of his memory, he usually spends his time in human society, not to mention his future.

He tried to find his own people, but was unable to find them.

After knowing what happened to Feng Qi, the Lord of the Mist felt in his heart that he was also a fallen person in Tianya.

He is looking for a tribe, and he is a resurrection tribe.

All working towards the goal.

At this time, he developed a little affection for Feng Qi.

…

For the next few days, Feng Qi was always by the side of the Mist Lord.

During this period, the mist lord's injuries also recovered quickly.

Just today, the Mist Lord tore off the bandages on his body, and the ointment on his body was washed off with the circulation of Qi and blood on his body.

"Since you've recovered, I'm leaving." Looking at the Mist Lord, Feng Qi picked up his backpack at this moment and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?" The Mist Lord looked at Feng Qi and asked.

"I didn't tell you. Next, I will form a powerful force. As long as I am strong enough, I will be able to find my clansmen. Even if I can't find my clansmen, I will find my way home." Feng Qi smiled. Turned around and responded.

It took a few days to lay the groundwork, but when he said these words, Feng Qi was also a little nervous.

If the Lord of the Mist replied "Just leave it at this time", his plan would fail.

"Do you want to be together?" The Mist Lord said solemnly at this moment.

"Why?"

"I lost my clansman just like you, and now I have nothing. We work hard together and take good care of each other."

After staring at the Mist Lord for a while, Feng Qi nodded:

"Okay, let's work together!"

During the handshake, both of them had smiles on their faces.

Then they headed straight for Winter City in the face of the cold wind and snow.

At this time, the Mist Lord's injury has not fully recovered, and the blood energy in his body is thin, unable to walk in the air.

Along the way, they chatted about their plans for the future.

After walking for half a day, the Mist Lord turned into a mist group and continued to move forward beside Feng Qi.

"You can transform into mist, or I will call you mist from now on."

"Whatever you want, continue to talk about my idea just now. Now we don't have any forces or external forces to rely on, so we definitely can't take the route of striving for hegemony. I think it's better to choose to infiltrate in human society to seek opportunities for development."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi had many doubts in his heart.

Thinking of this, he looked at the fog floating beside him and asked:

"What is the hegemony route you speak of?"

"Of course it is to expand the clan's domain field. This is the route that the strongest should choose. Constantly expand the area of ​​the clan's domain field and compete with all races for hegemony."

"Then why don't you fight for hegemony?"

"Don't ask, I used to think I was capable of taking the hegemony route, but it turns out that my strength is far from enough."

Speaking of this, Mu Qing's gesture of punching suddenly appeared in the mind of the Mist Lord.

Feng Qi was very surprised when he heard these words.

He always believed that no matter whether it is a strong race in the domain or a weak race in the domain, all have penetrated into human civilization.

But now, according to what the Mist Lord said, the weak races infiltrate human civilization, and the strong races are all expanding their domains for racial hegemony.

Feeling very puzzled by this, he immediately asked:

"Is there no strong clan among the forces that infiltrate human society?"

"Of course, there is no conflict between the route of striving for hegemony and infiltrating human civilization, but the top powerful races that follow the route of fighting for hegemony will not focus on the development of human society, and will only send a small number of tribesmen to infiltrate human civilization to compete with other racial forces. There's a game going on."

Feng Qi was shocked when he heard these words:

"What are they playing?"

"A layout for the future."

"What do you mean? Why plan for the future?"

"Even the strong races may not be able to escape the final catastrophe. They all want to become stronger before that day, and have the ability to resist the catastrophe."

"What is the general trend? You know that I have amnesia, and now I don't know anything."

"Actually, I don't know. After all, I have never seen it before, but I know that it will be an unprecedented disaster. Only a very small number of strong people can survive that day."

Saying that, the Lord of Mist recondensed into a human form with purple hair and purple eyes.

"The top powerful races have the ability to destroy human civilization, but the main reason for not doing so is that the current human society is more like a chessboard, and all races are chess players, playing games with each other."

"No one will do such a thing as overturning the chessboard. After all, whoever jumps out first may become the target of the fire."

The explanation of the Mist Lord is similar to Feng Qi's original guess.

At the beginning, he discovered that the powerful clans in all fields are powerful, and if they gather together, they are completely capable of destroying human civilization.

But none of the races in the field did this.

Obviously, while penetrating into human society, they are also competing with each other.

But he still has a doubt in his heart, why the domain forces collect miracle items in human civilization.

And how miracle items are born.

What is the "Pillar God" that the Mist Lord once said?

He didn't ask these questions directly.

After all, he is a character who doesn't know anything now, and the topic has not yet involved miracle items, and there will be opportunities to ask for detailed reasons in the future.

Next, they began to discuss future action plans.

The Mist Lord's idea is very simple, first find a way to mix into human society, and then seek opportunities for development.

The preferred target is Winter City.

Although the current Lord of the Mist has not yet had the idea of ​​infiltrating the Amber Research Institute, he has the idea of ​​forming a human force in his heart, and then becoming a "chess player" with the help of the human force.

For his decision, Feng Qi chose to agree.

Compared with the competition between forces in various fields on the hegemony line, it is obvious that a relatively stable human society is more likely to have opportunities for development.

It may be painful to go down this road.

But since he decided to take the villain route, he felt that he had to go on firmly and abandon the indecision in his heart.

It took two days to walk against the wind and snow.

The dry food in the backpack was exhausted. After checking the navigation map, Feng Qi found that they were almost approaching Winter City.

Just then, they saw cooking smoke rising in the distance.

After walking forward for a while, a village appeared in their sight.

Seeing the village, the Mist Lord's expression changed slightly.

"My form is inconvenient, you go and check it first, I urgently need blood to restore my strength."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi's heart sank.

He knew that the Mist Lord wanted to attack this village.

"Okay!" After a short hesitation, he nodded immediately.

He was now walking towards the village.

After more than ten minutes, he came to the village.

This village is obviously a gathering place for scavengers, and there are scavengers on alert at the gate of the village.

Seeing his appearance, the soldiers looked a little surprised.

"I got lost with the battle group and need your help." Feng Qi said at this moment.

"Come in." The leading scavengers were not wary of him, and immediately indicated that they could enter.

Then, led by the scavengers, he came to a wooden house made of snow trees.

At this time, the scavengers stepped forward and knocked on the wooden door.

After waiting for a while, the door of the wooden house was opened, and a white-haired old man walked out.

At this time, the scavengers told the old man about the situation of Fengqi.

After hearing the reason, the old man turned his head to look at Feng Qi at this moment.

Looking at each other, a smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face:

"Come in, I have something to eat here."

Without hesitation, he immediately followed the old man into the wooden house.

The furnishings in the wooden house are very simple, and there is a bonfire in the center, with an iron pot on it, and there is hot broth in it.

At this time, a big sword hanging on the wall caught Feng Qi's attention.

"Senior, you were a frontline soldier?"

"Well, it was a long time ago." The old man smiled and took out the bowls and chopsticks from the cabinet, came to the campfire and filled a bowl of broth for him.

After receiving the broth, Feng Qi took a big gulp.

After drinking the broth, he suddenly felt warm all over his body, and his body seemed to be rejuvenated.

His eyes swept to the big sword hanging on the wall again.

I feel as if I have seen this great sword somewhere, but I can't remember where it is.

In the ensuing chat, he asked about the situation in the village.

According to the words of the old man.

Their village of scavengers was originally very prosperous, but in recent years there have been fewer and fewer people. The younger generation has basically gone to the front line, and most of the people left behind are old, weak, sick and disabled.

Finally, the old man pointed him to a road leading to Cold Winter City.

Before parting, he even gave him a bag of food.

After walking out of the village, he still couldn't be cruel.

After walking for more than ten minutes, he came to the Lord of the Mist who had been waiting for a long time, shook his head and said:

"It's not easy to start, let's change the place."

Regarding his words, the Mist Lord did not have any doubts, and immediately nodded:

"good."

But just as they were about to leave, the wind and snow became violent, covering their sight, and a thin figure could be seen standing in the wind and snow in the distance.

When the wind and snow cleared, the old man who entertained him in the village appeared in the distance holding a big sword.

The old man looked at him with disappointment in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be a dog of the domain forces."

At this time, the Lord of the Mist condensed his human figure, and said with a ferocious expression:

"It looks like we have to make a move, but this old guy's body is thin, and he's just a candle in the wind, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

The old man didn't answer, and slammed forward with a sword.

The seemingly simple sword actually aroused the power of heaven and earth, and the wind and snow mixed with sword intent rushed towards him.

The Mist Lord couldn't dodge and was hit by the front attack.

Immediately, the bitter sword energy swept across, and the Lord of Mist was sent flying straight away, coughing up blood from his mouth.

At this moment, Feng Qi looked at the old man wielding the sword, and suddenly remembered who he was.

Wang Jinsheng once evaluated a hero in class.

He used to be one of the gods of war in the hearts of scavengers, and once guarded the Northern Territory with one man and one sword for a period of time.

He has killed countless transcendent creatures in the field throughout his life, and he has never failed.

He has also cultivated many excellent scavengers, and even many core members of the top ten battle groups were also trained by him.

His existence has always been a legend.

What represented his identity was a dragon pattern sword.

At that time in the wooden house, he felt that this great sword looked very familiar, but he did not expect to see the legendary character, the **** of war "Shouyi".

It's just that he looks obviously old at this time.

After some calculation, it is almost 200 years old.

Thinking of this, Feng Qi's heart tightened.

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of dying before the plan is fully launched.

Thinking of this, he felt ruthless in his heart, tightened his muscles resolutely and came to the Mist Lord.

The old man's eyes were indifferent, and he slowly raised his sword.

The vertical and horizontal sword energy radiated around him with him as the center, and the wind and snow retreated automatically.

The red sword is sharp.

The wind and snow suddenly rose, and the red Changhong came biting like a roaring dragon mixed with the wind and snow.

Behind him was the seriously injured Mist Lord, who could not retreat.

He gritted his teeth and pushed forward, using his body to take the attack hard.

Blood was spattered, and he felt as if his body was about to burst into pain, his clothes were torn apart, and dense scars of sword energy appeared on his chest, deep to the bone.

Gritting his teeth and standing up, he looked at the old man with determination in his eyes.

The Mist Lord cannot die yet.

He must keep the Mist Lord alive.

Just like what the Mist Lord said, the old man in front of him was completely exhausted, and he was no longer the God of War in the legend. He might have a chance.

Thinking of this, he touched the rune spar with his consciousness.

The skin on the surface of his body turned red, the blood flow accelerated, and his eyes gradually became confused.

The sword marks on the body surface are quickly repaired under the powerful self-recovery ability.

At this moment, he let out a roar and rushed towards the old man.

The red sword energy struck while flickering, and Feng Qi was sent flying again.

He struggled to stand up and threw himself at the old man again.

He was knocked into the air again and again, like Xiaoqiang who couldn't be beaten to death. Even if his body was broken, he could still struggle to stand up and continue to attack.

At this time, the eyes of the Mist Lord lying behind him were filled with disbelief.

"Because you make me feel very close and feel like you are my clan."

"Okay, let's go together in the future and form the strongest force!"

…

During this period of contact, his favor towards Feng Qi continued to increase.

At this moment, seeing Feng Qi risking his life for him, the last vigilance in his heart was erased.

Feng Qi's current appearance reminded him of the clansmen who died while opening up the road.

They are also like this, sacrificing for themselves without hesitation.

The Mist Lord clenched his fists at this moment.

It has been bumpy all the way, and it has failed all the way, and it is still the same now.

"I can not be reconciled!"

The power of faith aroused the unknown power rooted in his body, and with the blessing of the mysterious power, his injuries were quickly healed.

Just like when the source of life is broken.

In the blink of an eye, nearly half of his injuries had recovered, and a thick mist emerged from his body.

At this moment, he reached out to grab Fengqi and held it in his hand.

Looking at Feng Qi who was dying and seemed to die at any moment, he dragged him into the mist.

At this time, the power of original blood was injected into Feng Qi's body, hanging his life, and began to nourish his body.

At this time, the Lord of the Mist looked at the old man with purple eyes:

"You will die, and none of your people will be able to escape!"

"You can try." The old man once again raised the dragon sword.

In the bitter wind and snow, the sword energy collided with the mist, forming a vacuum around it.

Even with a rotten body, the old man still has soaring fighting spirit.

His swordsmanship is different from Lu Yue's.

If Lu Yue's sword intent represents the young man's indomitable spirit, then the old man's sword intent is like a candle struggling in the wind, despite the wind and snow, I will not move.

When the old man used his sword skills, it was more like an ancient dance of jumping.

It feels quite natural.

At this time, the old man seems to be fused with this world, using the power of the world to arouse the sword energy, and the Lord of Mist is fighting with this world.

The power of the Mist Lord was powerful in front of the old man, but he couldn't really explode.

This battle made the Lord of Mist once again see the power of the strongest among human beings.

Even though he is getting old, he still has the strength to crush him.

But as time passed, the old man gradually began to feel powerless.

The speed at which he swung his sword became slower and slower, and the Mist Lord gradually gained the upper hand.

When the mist brushed past the old man's body, he suddenly fell to the ground.

Struggling to stand up, he tore off the torn clothes on his body, revealing a body covered with scars.

The wounds were so numerous that they had covered every inch of his skin.

Behind him is the tribe, who has guarded for more than two hundred years, has never fallen, and will not fall today.

With neither joy nor sadness in Shouyi's eyes, he raised his sword again.

"I can spare you, but I need the lives of your people in exchange for yours." The Mist Lord said hoarsely.

He had also said these words to Mu Qing.

Mu Qing replied with her fist, and it was the same this time, and Shouyi replied with a big sword in her hand.

When the sword energy approached, the fog swept forward.

The two energies confront each other, the sword energy cannot split the fog, and the fog cannot repel the sword energy.

During the stalemate, fine drops of blood ooze from the old man's body surface.

With a roar, his white hair fluttered, and the sword intent in the old man's heart continued to rise, pushing the sword energy to split through the fog and move forward.

Feeling the strong sword intent, the Mist Lord once again felt the threat of death.

With the desire for life, he also chose to explode with all his strength.

The dense gray mist surged, sweeping forward with energy and blood.

The berserk power rolled up the snow and spread it around, and the terrifying power made it impossible for the soldiers in the village who wanted to come to support to enter.

The sword energy continued to advance, gradually approaching the original core at the center of the mist.

Although his body is dying, the old man's superb sword skills still make people tremble.

At this moment, the Mist Lord let out a roar.

But no matter how the mist surged, it couldn't resist the sword energy slowly advancing forward.

The old man held a big sword in both hands and kept pressing down.

At this time, he seemed to be integrated with the heaven and the earth, and the sword intent became sharper with the firmness in his heart.

But more and more blood oozed from his body, and he turned into a blood man in the blink of an eye.

Just when the Lord of the Mist thought that he was about to be injured by the sword qi, and even die, the sword qi suddenly dissipated.

He looked intently, and saw that the old man was standing with a sword in his hand, but he had no life breath.

Seeing the death of the old man, the soldiers who came to reinforce them cried out sadly.

These scavengers grew up listening to the old man's stories.

The old man is of extraordinary significance to the whole village, and he is a hero in their hearts.

It's just that now, the hero is dying, unable to withstand the ravages of time.

When he was young, Shouyi held his sword in the Northern Territory, and led the residents of Jicheng to fight out of the field and come to the front line of winter.

In his life, he has killed countless creatures in the domain, and has never failed.

He even suppressed several riots of transcendent creatures in the domain with his own power.

Lifetime achievements can be described as brilliant.

He has taught countless students, many of whom are well-known fighters who are still active on the front line.

In the most peak battle, he once stepped into the field of purgatory alone, beheaded the eight-armed purgatory by himself, and finally suppressed the field of purgatory.

At that time, it was the time when the field of purgatory was expanding at its craziest.

Just because Shouyi with the sword was standing there, the field of purgatory didn't dare to expand rashly.

It's just that a hero will eventually die.

No one can escape the erosion of time and the passage of life.

At this time, Shouyi, who was holding the dragon sword, did not have the combat power of the peak period after all.

With the continuous decline of body functions, even though he has the intention to kill the enemy in his heart, his body has reached its limit.

In the final battle, he almost beheaded the Mist Lord.

But in the end he died with regret. Amidst the shouts of his clansmen, his figure fell down in the bitter cold wind.

This is the end of a generation of legends.

The journey of the expansion of the human confrontation field is like this.

There will be new legends in each generation. They will reach the peak step by step, leaving a strong mark in history and writing their own legends.

Even the experts in the field who regard human beings as ants dare not underestimate these legendary figures.

It's just that every era has its own legend.

The era of righteousness is long gone.

At this time, along with the shouts of the clansmen, it was buried in the wind and snow.

…

Looking at the red-eyed warrior in front of him, who rushed forward desperately.

The Mist Lord didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in his heart, let alone the idea of ​​holding back.

The gray mist swept forward, taking away lives one by one, and continuously sucking away the power of blood that overflowed from them.

Life is very fragile at this time.

Without Shouyi's protection, these scavengers and villagers are no match for the Mist Lord at all.

The powerful soldiers in the village had already set foot on the front line, and at this time it completely became a one-sided massacre.

The spilled blood stained the falling snowflakes, and was finally swallowed up by the mist.

Half an hour later, the entire village was slaughtered.

After slaughtering the village, the Mist Lord gathered the mist and condensed a pure blood bead. With a wave of his hand, the blood bead merged into the body of Feng Qi who was wrapped in the air by the mist.

Under the nourishment of pure Qi and blood, Feng Qi slowly opened his eyes.

Looking around, the corpses of the villagers lay in the snow.

His heart trembled, but he didn't show his emotions.

"Thank you." He looked at the Mist Lord at this moment and said.

"If I can rise up in the future and stand on the top of this world, you will definitely have a place by my side." Mi Wu blinked her purple eyes and said with a smile.

Misty's smile and the surrounding corpses are frozen in the same picture, which is particularly dazzling.

Next, the two continued to head towards Winter City.

Looking at the Master of Mist who had killed nearly a thousand people and still remained calm, Feng Qi really wanted to ask him how it felt to kill humans, but he didn't ask these words after all.

In this line, he kept implying that he should not be indecisive, but should be ruthless, ruthless, and completely integrated into the forces of the domain.

But only through personal experience did he know that the cruelty in it was not acceptable to his three views.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, looked at the Mist Lord and asked:

"What does our world really look like?"

Knowing that Feng Qi lost his memory, the Lord of Mist patiently explained:

"Our world is divided into countless spaces, and each space is a small world connected to each other. The group you belong to, and the group I belong to, each live in their own small world, so those who come to this world Sometimes there will be domain fields that are not compatible with the world, because the way we descend is to descend with the entire world.”

After hearing Misty's explanation, Feng Qi continued to ask:

"Then why did you come to this world?"

"There is a problem in our world. I found that there are strong clans who have moved to this world at a huge price. At that time, I was also aware of the problems in the world, so I also wanted to learn from the strong clan to open a way and come to this world to seek for the clan. The first line of future vitality is also to seek the opportunity to rise."

"The world we live in will also have a great trend?" Feng Qi grasped the point.

"Yes, it is worse than this world, so all races come here in search of life and opportunities."

"It's just that some ethnic groups chose to open up the road, and some ethnic groups simply abandoned their world and came directly."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi's heart trembled.

He thought of the ethnic group that Xiao Can belonged to, and their way of descending seemed different.

They are the arrival of the whole ethnic group, but there is no domain field.

This is obviously the coming of the abandoned world that the Mist Lord said.

And when the Mist Lord descended, there was a field of silence, which obviously opened the way to descend.

Thinking of this, he asked:

"Is there any difference between these two ways of coming?"

"The difference is very big. If it comes directly, it will die suddenly at the moment it may come. After all, the rules of the world we live in are different from the rules of this world."

"But there is also a chance of surviving. Even if surviving, there will be many restrictions and inconveniences, and the strength will be greatly reduced."

"As for opening a path to descend, it is to bring the world, that is, the domain field to descend to this world."

"This way of coming is the most difficult, but as long as it succeeds, it can bring a lot of convenience. We just need to wait for the field field to integrate with this world, and we will not be restricted by the rules of this world. This is also because the field field has existed for a long time. The reason why the creatures will become what humans call domain transcendent creatures."

Hearing the explanation from the Mist Lord, Feng Qi suddenly understood.

"What do you mean by opening up the road?"

"The most difficult way to descend is to break through the barriers of the world and bring your own world to descend into this world. If you are lucky, you will descend directly. If you are not lucky, you may encounter obstacles."

"What is the blocker?"

"A group of extremely strong people, they block the road leading to this world, once encountered, they will almost die."

Having said that, the Mist Lord's eyes dimmed:

"At that time, I led my people to break through the barriers of the world and open up new roads. My people all died in battle to **** me to this world."

"After I came to this world, I swore that I must resurrect them. This is why I long for blood."

"Only if I have enough energy and blood can I condense their souls into bodies and revive them in situ."

Hearing these words, Feng Qi suddenly thought of those ghosts in the mist.

This is obviously the clansman who died in the mouth of the Mist Lord.

But he was still very curious about the "blocker" in the mouth of the Mist Lord.

What is this?

While thinking, he suddenly thought of Tongtian Road.

Could it be that those blocking the way are the strongest among human beings?

After they disappeared, they actually went to the source of the world, trying to block those domain forces who wanted to step into this world?

After thinking about it for a moment, he stopped thinking about it if he couldn't figure it out.

For the next step, he decided to continue to follow the Mist Lord to form a domain force.

See the truth of the world from another angle.

The process will inevitably be cruel, and he feels that he has to adjust his mentality~lightnovelpub.net~ Sentimentality will only hinder him from going on.

His sacrifice line will also fail to fulfill his mission and create value.

So he had to adjust his mentality and be ruthless.

Because in the future, similar things like today will definitely happen again.

Today is Shouyi, next time it may be someone else.

He may have to kill those who he once regarded as heroes, and do things that are completely inconsistent with his three views.

If it is said that the timeline of joining the Academy of Science and Technology was falling into darkness.

Then this villain line is to become a demon, and consider problems from the perspective of purely viewing human beings as ants and livestock.

But he had to go down this road with a heart.

Only in this way can he be more like a domain creature, and then witness the truth that has not been understood.

Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at the Mist Lord.

What is certain now is that the Mist Lord has regarded him as a companion.

Otherwise, precious qi and blood would not be sent to him for healing.

But he has no feelings for the Mist Lord.

He just wants to use the Mist Lord, and then learn more information through his growth.

If one day in the future, the Lord of Mist has no use value.

He will not hesitate to completely obliterate it in reality, and will not give him any chance to develop and grow.

At this moment, the Mist Lord grinned at him:

"How is your body recovering?"

Seeing this, Feng Qi laughed too:

"It's all right now, thank you."

After pondering for a while, he continued:

"Mist, if I find my clansman in the future, I will definitely form an alliance with you and plan the future together."

"Okay, that's the deal."

In the bitter cold wind, they each had their own concerns, and their figures gradually drifted away.