Everyone wants to kill me [demon]

Chapter 24 Illusion

The light flute sound is reflected and transmitted by the mirror stone, making it appear more distant.

The people in Ancheng seemed to have been redeemed and unconsciously quickened their pace, and voices gradually came from afar.

"I want to learn to play the flute too!"

beep--

The piercing sound of the flute made Ancheng cover his ears involuntarily, and when he walked to the exit of the tunnel, everyone saw a bright light.

There are a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, and in the vast five times space, there are people living leisurely.

A group of children with small white wings flew and chased each other in the air. The people here seemed to be of different races. An Cheng instantly recognized that the scene here was very similar to the murals in the ruins of the God Realm.

The status of the gods in the six realms is supernatural, because it is the sublimation of the other five realms. Except for the local gods, only those who have achieved the ability can cultivate into gods and enter the gods.

Those with the characteristics of beasts are the protoss promoted by the monster race, the human race has no special characteristics, and the ghost race does not become gods.

The ones with wings are the local gods. They don't have great abilities, but they are the darlings of the gods. Although they can't go out of the gods, they can live freely and happily in the gods.

The early murals of the God Realm Ruins painted such a joyous scene. Every time Ancheng saw it, he would be puzzled. Is this really the six clans of the God Realm who would rather destroy and decide the winner?

And the subsequent murals are just like history, mostly depicting the wars of the six races, ending with the destruction of the God Realm.

The flute player had a pair of animal ears that looked like cat ears. He suddenly felt that someone was looking at him. The flute player turned his head, and several people from Ancheng came into his sight.

Only then did Ancheng discover that this flute player is very handsome and handsome, the most striking thing is his eyes, the green pupils are full of tenderness, they seem to be able to tolerate everything in the world, making people feel healing just by looking at each other Strength, like everything about yourself is understood.

Qing Jiao's eyes widened and he clenched his fists, looking away to avoid the gaze of the piper.

"Are you new here?" The piper's voice was as quiet as the sound of a flute, and his eyes finally fell on Qing Jiao, "You look familiar, have we met?"

Qing Jiao raised his head, hesitated for a while and let out a breath before saying, "I haven't seen it yet."

The flute player was a little strange to his answer, but he didn't ask any further questions. He just introduced himself gently: "My name is Qiu Zhe, and I'm a demon clan."

Qiu Zhe?The name was somewhat familiar, but An Cheng couldn't figure out who he was.

"There is a vacancy for the position of the main god of the Yaozu, are you also here to grab the godhead?"

Ancheng suddenly remembered that the selection of the main god was painted on the murals of the gods. Although some people from the Yaozu entered the gods, there was no main god.

The main god not only needs to be strong enough to control the godhead, but also requires the law of fate. The main god is the person chosen by the gods.

An Cheng remembered that the main god selection day was more like a festival, full of lively laughter and laughter everywhere, but after the only monster race without a main god was successfully selected, such a festival became the main god's day.

An Cheng looked around, only to realize that there was a street in front of him and a street behind him, and they had already entered a new space.

Dongdongdong—Three gongs sounded, and Ancheng remembered that this was the beginning of the selection of the main god.

"It's started, let's go!" Qiu Ze ran into the distance with a smile on his face.

Ancheng reflexively wanted to keep up, and took a step forward. The world was changing, but another scene appeared around him.

Qiu Zhe sat on the high platform, and now he no longer has the youthfulness of his youth. In those green eyes, while understanding you, there is also the vicissitudes of seeing through everything, making people afraid to look at each other.

In front of him is a mirror, which shows the scenes of the other five worlds.

Some monster races were taken as mounts by the human race, some were killed for their flesh, some had their demon cores taken away, and some were just killed indiscriminately.

Yaozu are nothing but beasts.

Humans seem to think so.

Qiu Zhe frowned, and spoke softly, although his voice was light, but matured a lot: "Qinglong, what do you think... what should I do? The demon clan already has a main god..."

Qing Jiao clenched his fists and looked nervously at the person walking out of the darkness. That person was like a cloud of black mist, and he couldn't even see the specific figure.

Qing Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at An Cheng from the corner of his eyes, seeing him staring at Qiu Zhe attentively, Qing Jiao's gaze also turned to Qiu Ze.

The scene in the mirror changed, and the gaps in the black space raged. Ancheng remembered that this was a rich and colorful stroke in the history of the demon world.

In the past, the demon monarch used the unstable space to open up the unique space of the demon clan. Unfortunately, the space opened up by the demon power was carelessly stable, and soon began to shrink.

As a result, the Yaojun united with some gods and launched the first Six Realms War.

Before Ancheng could finish his thoughts, the surroundings changed again. During the fight on the battlefield, spells from various races flew like a gorgeous fireworks show.

Ancheng watched quietly, he had never experienced such a long history.

Qing Jiao looked up at Qiu Zhe, who was high above him, and couldn't tell whether it was nostalgia or sadness in his eyes. Scenes flashed in his mind. On the periphery of the illusion, where no one could see, the mirror stone exuded soft energy, slowly soaking into the blue sky. Jiao's body.

There seemed to be a flash of light in Qingjiao's mind, a stabbing pain came from Qingjiao's head, unknown memory fragments flashed, Qingjiao could not connect these fragments, but suddenly found that these memories were related to one person.

It is a back that cannot be seen clearly, Qingjiao only feels that he is full, and the holes from the rebirth are filled one by one. Perhaps besides assisting the demon king, he has one more important thing or something that he desires in his heart to do.

Qing Jiao supported his head and frowned, inadvertently, An Cheng's back came into his line of sight, the two backs overlapped, even though the figure changed, Qing Jiao felt that they were the same person.

After the war ended, the illusion in front of Ancheng dissipated, and several people realized that they were in a large space surrounded by mirror stones.

The shimmering mirror stone seemed to have a trace of magic power, An Cheng only felt a sense of peace in his heart, and almost wanted to close his eyes and sleep here, his consciousness gradually began to slacken.

A half-transparent remnant soul came out of the stone wall with a little gleam, it was Qiu Zhe.

"Obviously born earlier than the human race, but not favored by the heavens, what should I do?" Qiu Zhe didn't take a step, and suddenly came to An Cheng in a flickering figure. His green eyes seemed to see through everything, and seemed to be full of sadness all the time, but also seemed to be full of sorrow. With a hint of joy eager to try, "Is it worth sacrificing one person to save the demon clan? When things are done, my remnant soul will be compensated to you, okay?"

As Qiu Zhe said, his shiny white finger was between An Cheng's eyebrows.