Chapter 817: Dreamland? (on)
"Well, the rest of my time, not much, I can tell you, only these, very few, the rest, it depends on you, from now on, I no longer belong to this world, maybe, The traces will also disappear completely."
In Wang Chen’s doubts, the sea **** sighed and said slowly.
"what."
When I heard the words of Poseidon, Wang Chen returned to God.
"You...it's going to disappear, isn't it..."
What Wang Chen seems to think of.
Disappeared, the meaning of Poseidon’s words is already obvious.
This disappears, and it represents the fall.
Completely degenerate.
Now, the exchange with Wang Chen is just a glimpse of the sea god.
Once this remnant soul disappears, there will be no sea **** in this world.
This makes Wang Chen not able to change color.
"Yes, it's going to disappear, the guardianship of a million years... It should be over. From generation to generation, when you come here, you will end up. The eighth, you are the eighth and the last." ”
When I heard Wang Chen’s words, the sea **** said faintly.
"The eighth, the descendant of the true God."
The words of Poseidon, let Wang Chen seize what, and quickly asked.
Seven...
That's right.
Before this, Wang Chen was on the stone tablet and saw the messages of seven people.
Before, in this space, Wang Chen also saw seven figures.
Wang Chen also thought of what he said in the true God Cave House, the four great beasts.
He is not the first descendant of the true God.
Before Wang Chen, there were seven descendants.
And Wang Chen is only the eighth.
Is it that the figures that I saw before are the seven descendants in front.
They represent different times.
Is it true that the human beings who entered the sea eye were the descendants of the true God.
"The descendant of the true God, huh, huh... maybe."
In the face of Wang Chen’s inquiry, Poseidon laughed and laughed at himself: “He, the chess that goes, is more thrilling than us. His courage is bigger than us. Perhaps you are his descendants, maybe not, If his plan is successful, maybe he will fly to the sky, maybe, that road, he will really step out, but if the plan fails, I am afraid... will be more miserable than us."
The sea **** sighed faintly.
Wang Chen’s words, as if to let the sea **** think of something, his tone, revealed a trace of worry.
"What the **** is it."
Wang Chen asked unwillingly.
"This is not what you should know."
However, this time, in the face of Wang Chen’s inquiry, Poseidon was very direct and refused to answer.
However, after a pause, he sighed: "The people who came before, the general one, the last one is what happened, um... it seems like it was thousands of years ago, that guy, very strong, and You are very, you are the same blood flowing, what you are carrying is the same heart."
Poseidon murmured: "It's time to go, I should go, and you, come, but you should leave."
Wang Chen is the last person he waited for.
Today, Wang Chen appears, there is no need for Poseidon to continue to stay.
Millions of years of loneliness, that patience, only he knows.
How long did he spend the long years?
Now, he is exhausted.
"I am here, looking for opportunities, how to leave."
When I heard the words of Poseidon, Wang Chen said in a loud voice.
Poseidon knows a lot, but he does not tell himself, which makes Wang Chen very lost.
The descendant of the true God.
He is the eighth.
This is the bureau of the true God.
Wang Chen is not just a chess piece of this sky, but also a piece of the true God.
He is the chess piece of the true **** and the heavenly Bo Yi.
This result makes Wang Chen difficult to accept.
Perhaps, only this moment, Wang Chen can understand how small he is.
In the face of these supreme powers, he did not even have the strength to resist.
Unconsciously, he was in control of life.
A thick and unwilling, this moment began to breed in Wang Chen's heart.
"The chance, huh..."
When I heard Wang Chen’s words, Poseidon smiled: “Now, I will give it to you, they have won it, and you should get it now.”
The voice fell, and the sky fell into a long silence.
Oh...
The next moment, a horrible energy will sweep Wang Chen.
For a moment, Wang Chen's body shape suddenly felt for a while, only feeling that a powerful force rushed into his body.
"This is... don't go... the seven people who came here before, now, why... Why wait here, wait for us, what is your relationship with the true God."
As this energy rushed into his body, Wang Chen suddenly felt that his consciousness was confused.
This made Wang Chen anxious to get up.
Poseidon, I am leaving.
Do not.
Can't let him leave like this.
You know, Wang Chen still has a lot of things that he doesn't know.
For example, those people who were at the beginning, what are they now?
Whether they are descendants of true God, their fate is similar to Wang Chen.
At the very least, it seems that they still have the identity of this true god.
And they are going where they are.
At the beginning, they knew what it was.
Now, how many years have passed and whether they know something.
Thinking of this, Wang Chen was anxious.
More importantly, the sea god.
His body is full of mystery.
He is waiting here, as if to wait for the descendants of the true God.
At the very least, it seems to be the case.
Wang Chen is the last true descendant who came to this place.
In the future, there will be no more.
When Wang Chen came here, Poseidon would leave, which made Wang Chen have to think of some things.
Perhaps this place is that Poseidon prepared for Wang Chen and others.
This is what is going on.
"They, have left, maybe, still here, and I, but a person waiting for you, the promise that was owed, now it is finished, I should go, you want to know, you will pursue it." That battlefield, maybe you can find the answer you want, maybe, all these answers, you know, just forgotten..."
In Wang Chen’s struggles and inquiries, the voice came quietly.
However, this voice is getting smaller and smaller, and in the end, it gradually disappears.
No matter how Wang Chen called, but never appeared again.
And Wang Chen, finally, could not resist the impact of that energy.
Gradually, his consciousness began to slowly blur...
......
It seems to be caught in a deep sleep.
It also seems to have entered a strange world.
At the moment when the last sense of consciousness disappeared, Wang Chen seemed to see that there was a figure passing by.
By his side, it seems that two people are talking.
In the vagueness, Wang Chen seems to feel that his soul is experiencing the test of aquatic fire.
Wang Chen seems to feel that his body is cracking and reorganizing a little.
Wang Chen, it seems to feel that his Dantian small world, this moment, was rushed into by a strange energy.
The wind rises from the clouds.
The world is constantly changing.
Finally, as if a glimmer of light, bloom on the dantian of Wang Chen...
However, afterwards, Wang Chen was not aware of the slightest situation.
His consciousness has completely disappeared.
There is only one feeling left over.
pain.
Endless pain.
Other than that, there is no feeling at all.
He can no longer know the slightest news, the slightest clue.
......
Time flows.
The past year and year.
It seems that in the midst of sleep, Wang Chen spent ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, a million years...
Between the vagueness, Wang Chen seems to have seen a familiar figure.
It was an imposing man.
True God.
Yes, he is the true God, Wang Chen has seen the shadow twice.
Once, in the realm of the Devil's Jiang family, once in the true God Cave House.
This figure, Wang Chen will not forget.
At this moment, the true **** seems to be watching Wang Chen.
His eyes were awe-inspiring, and his mouth showed a smile.
He seems to be talking about something.
However, no matter how hard Wang Chen tried, he could not hear clearly.
At this moment, Wang Chen wanted to be close, but when Wang Chen tried his best, he could not get close.
The body seems to be no longer there.
Wang Chen seems to have integrated into this world.
He could not feel the slightest meaning of this man.
Clearly, he is expressing something, but Wang Chen is ignorant.
Soon, that faint illusion.
Then, a figure appeared.
This is the first figure that Wang Chen saw before in the space of Poseidon.
He is the first descendant of the true God.
His face is desolate, his hair is scattered, his blood is covered...
He looked at the sky and was full of unwillingness.
He held a long sword and went to the sky.
It seems that in the roar, it seems to be insane...
Then the picture is reversed...
The descendants of the true God appear one by one.
They all repeat the same action.
Holding a long sword, roaring to the sky.
They seem to be struggling.
They seem to be resisting, but their resistance seems to have failed.
Their figures are blurred.
The final result is no one knows.
Just, it just disappeared in front of Wang Chen.
Until the last figure appeared.
It was a battlefield full of blood.
The ancestor of Wang Chen, his hair was red, and his body erupted.
He stood expressionless and stood on a mountain.
Between the vagueness, Wang Chen saw that there was a figure not far from that figure.
"Fantasy dance."
When Wang Chen saw this figure, he could not help but be shocked.
Yes, for the first time, Wang Chen saw the magic dance in his own consciousness.
Magic dance, with the battle of the sky.
The two seem to be arguing about something.
In the end, the magical dance reveals a hint of desolate and bleak smile.
And that battle day, it was the sword, and never looked back.
Leave a magical dance, look at the empty world, a long silence.
After a long time, her face showed a smile and a heart-wrenching smile.
Slowly, walking to the edge of the boundless cliff, the magic dance closed his eyes.
Seems to think of something, her expression is gradually calm, a smile on her lips.
Suddenly, the figure slowly fell down...
She, then, fell down on the cliff.
"Do not……"
Seeing this scene, Wang Chen is struggling wildly, screaming... The first book from the 17K novel network, the first time to see the genuine content!
