Chapter 78: I am history! "A. little fellow?" Holding a sickle, the tall figure shrouded in black mist laughed softly: "Child, look at me." Chen Xiang subconsciously raised his head and looked at the figure that was two or three meters tall. Lu Sarah's face changed and he scolded: "Close your eyes!" But it was too late. Chen Xiang stood there in a daze. "You've gone too far." Lu Sarah's expression was extremely cold. He knew that it was irreversible. His golden and silver eyes became bright and he stared at the figure in the black mist. "So what? Kill me?" A very hoarse, teasing voice came from the black fog. The fog rolled, and a sharp light flashed on the sickle, cutting through the void!
As the two venerables confronted each other, the air in the entire Eight Rings became sluggish. Many wanderers woke up from their dreams, having difficulty breathing and their faces turned purple! "You think highly of this little fellow." The figure in the black fog said in a low voice: "Now, he is my believer. If he wants to come back, you can exchange him for the Dusk Relic. Otherwise, I will make him into a death bird and keep him by my side." Sarah slowly stood up from the wheelchair: "Or should I kill you and rescue him?" "Then let's try?" The figure in the black fog laughed softly: "The great city will become my pasture. From today on, I will..." The words were not finished. "I don't quite understand what you two mean." A slightly deep voice sounded, and the two venerables looked sideways in surprise, looking at the young man with a solemn expression. He just stood there quietly, without any madness or crying. "interesting." The figure in the black fog exclaimed: "This little guy is really interesting!" The moment he finished speaking, the mist suddenly dissipated, and a tattered scarecrow nearly three meters tall appeared in front of Chen Xiang! ! "Close your eyes!" Sarah yelled again. But Chen Xiang still did not dodge or avoid, just stared straight at him. At first glance, it was just a crude creation made of hay and old clothes, but surrounded by the lingering black mist, it exuded an indescribable mysterious atmosphere. Behind the scarecrow, there are huge wings made of countless fallen leaves and scattered crow feathers. They sway slightly, rubbing against the dry straw, making a rustling sound, just like the whisper of death. Chen Xiang looked into his eyes, and in a trance, he seemed to see scenes of desolation, ruin, and broken limbs in His deeply sunken eye sockets. All the light around the eye sockets was swallowed up by the depth! "Are you the legendary Primal Terror?" Chen Xiang stared at Him, every cell in his body screaming with fear, the huge gap in life levels made him tremble involuntarily, and warning signs surged in his mind! But he remained calm and spoke softly: "You, took the silly girl away?" Lu Sarah was completely stunned this time, and rubbed his eyes in surprise. Is this kid okay? How can it be?
Primitive fear is the most fundamental symbol of fear. Even if a false god looks into the eyes of primordial fear, there is a high probability that he will go crazy and fall completely into the abyss of fear! But Chen Xiang didn't react at all. Didn't he have anything to fear? No, this is not possible. Just as Sarah was stunned, a ray of light emerged from the deeply sunken eye sockets of primitive fear, striking Chen Xiang's spiritual world like the first thunder in the creation of the world! He still didn't respond. “This is beyond my expectation.” Primal Fear looked down at Chen Xiang from above and laughed hoarsely: "No wonder Lushalem values you so much. You call it a fool? Interesting, I took it away, so why do you want to take it back from me?" As he was speaking, Chen Xiang saw the tall scarecrow bend down, and with the sound of straw rubbing against each other, its huge head came up a few inches in front of him, and its sunken eye sockets just stared at him. And all the light in his sight was swallowed up by his eye sockets! pitch black. No, it is darker than darkness, it is pure nothingness, this is Chen Xiang’s perspective at the moment. He smiled: "The Scarecrow was born 1,300 years ago. It was a product of God's descent. After following the connection between the God's limbs and swallowing the true God, it broke free from God's control and became [Primal Terror]." "You are only 1,300 years old, but after becoming the primordial terror, you have become older than all historical records and darker than a starless night;" "A thousand years ago, you quietly wandered on the edge of human civilization, feeding on terror and panic, wielding a sickle and harvesting fear yourself." Sarah's expression turned solemn, and he laughed in primitive fear: "Little guy, you know me very well." Chen Xiang raised his head slightly, his eyes left the scarecrow's deep eye sockets, and light reappeared in front of his eyes. He looked at the dry marks on the straw of the scarecrow and continued his narration calmly: "Six hundred and seventy-four years ago." "You are just like usual, like a real ordinary scarecrow, standing in the wheat field outside a small town, crows landed on your shoulders, and the sun tried its best to avoid you." "You are waiting for the night to harvest the lives of the whole town." Lu Saran narrowed his eyes and listened, and the playful smile on his face disappeared. Chen Xiang calmly narrated: "But a little girl came to you. She leaned on you and told you about her sufferings. As she told you, she pulled straw and weaved it casually. Before she left, she put the woven hat on your head." "You find it very interesting that, for the first time in history, the town was not harvested. It continued to stand in the wheat field like an ordinary scarecrow, motionless." "From now on, the little girl will lean on your side every day at dusk. At first, she will tell you about her sufferings, and later she will tell you all the trivial things. She also gave you a nice name, called." "Adao." Primal Terror stood up straight, the black fog rose again, and a cold light was reflected on the sickle. He asked coldly: "Who are you?" Chen Xiang did not answer, but continued to narrate: "Twenty years have passed like this. During these twenty years, you seem to have become a real, ordinary scarecrow. You don't hunt or harvest. You just stupidly take root in the wheat field every day, waiting for the girl to come."
"Until the end of that year, the girl leaned against you as usual. She told you that she was going to go mountain climbing with her friends, but unfortunately she couldn't take you, Adao, with her." "You listened quietly and wanted to speak, but in the end you remained silent. You told yourself that you were just an ordinary scarecrow. Scarecrows can't speak. If you speak, it will scare the girl." "The girl went to climb a mountain and never came back." "You rushed to hell and stood guard by the River Styx, but you didn't see the girl's soul." "You transformed into Primal Fear again and spent three years investigating everything. Finally, you found out that on the day of the mountain climbing, the two false gods fought, and the aftermath killed the girl. Her soul also fell into the void and was completely lost." "You killed two false gods. You tore off the mountain where the girl slept and the wheat field where she lived for a long time from reality and turned them into your own divine domain. You stood on the mountain and took root in the wheat field." "Finally, you begged the Deep Void Church and promised to be loyal to it for a thousand years in exchange for the Deep Void's promise to thoroughly investigate the void and find the girl's ghost for you after a thousand years." "It has been six hundred and fifty-one years." "You think, there are still three hundred and forty-nine years before you can see the girl again." "In three hundred and forty-nine years, someone will call you Adao again." There was surprise in Lu Sarah's eyes. It was obvious that he had never heard of this secret. He also guessed that what Chen Xiang said was probably true! This primal fear At this time, the primordial fear had already raised the sickle and hung it above Chen Xiang's head. The terrifying pressure caused Chen Xiang's body to crack and blood to flow out! "Who are you?" Primal Fear asked coldly, and the hoarse voice carried a vast divine power. The entire great city suddenly became silent at this moment, and everyone woke up from their sleep, with inexplicable panic in their hearts! Chen Xiang coughed up blood, his body gradually hunched under the heavy pressure, but he still spoke calmly: "You are older than all recorded history." “And I am history.” "I see everything, I witness everything, and there is nothing I miss;" "I walk in the world, I gaze upon all the secrets beneath the deep darkness;" "Now that I have seen you, I know everything." He endured the weight of terror, forced himself to straighten his back, and stared at this primal fear: "Since I know everything, I naturally know the whereabouts of that girl's soul." "Tell me!" Primal fear suddenly approached, and Sarah propped herself up, seeming ready to attack. Chen Xiang just smiled brightly, his torn face covered in blood: "I won't tell you, so what? You're going to kill me?" Primal fear raised its sickle high, as if it was about to chop down, and a dark breath filled the air! Chen Xiang's body, which was comparable to that of the top saints of the old ways, was cracking and blood was spilling like water, but he remained calm and even smiled. "Come on, kill me." The primal fear was raging, the dark fog rolled like a tide, the shadow of an ancient dark place emerged behind him, and the tattered straw hat on his head trembled slightly! He seems to be standing on a high mountain, and also seems to be standing in a wheat field, and the divine realm is unfolding.
for a long time. He did not chop down the sickle in the end, put away the divine domain, and said coldly: "Three or four hundred years later, I will still know everything." Chen Xiang coughed up blood: "Are you sure the girl's soul is really lost in the void?" "Are you sure that Youshenxukong will really tell you the truth?" "Are you sure the girl really died in the war against false gods?" "Adao, are you sure?" (End of this chapter)
