Chapter 817: Dream? (on)
"Okay, 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 , perhaps, the traces will also disappear completely."
In the doubts of Wang Chen, Poseidon sighed and said slowly.
"What."
When I heard the words of Poseidon, Wang Chen was more fascinated.
"You...to disappear, is it..."
Wang Chen seems to think of something.
Disappeared, the meaning of Poseidon’s words is already obvious.
This disappears, and it represents the fall.
A complete fall.
Now, the exchange with Wang Chen is just a glimpse of the sea god.
After this remnant of the soul disappears, there will be no sea **** in this world.
This allows Wang Chen to not change color.
"Yes, it’s going to disappear, the guardianship of a million years... It’s over, people from generation to generation, coming here, the end is over, the eighth, you are the eighth, too The last one."
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 grasp what, and quickly asked.
Seven...
Yes.
Before this, Wang Chen was on the stone tablet and saw the message of seven people.
Before, in this space, Wang Chen also saw seven figures.
Wang Chen, also thought of the words 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, just the eighth.
Does the figures that I saw before are the seven descendants in front.
They represent what is different times.
Does the human beings who entered the sea eye at the beginning are the descendants of the true God.
"The true God's successor, 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. Maybe you are his descendants, and 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 **** sighs 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 was not willing to ask.
"This is not what you should know."
But this time, in the face of Wang Chen’s inquiry, Poseidon is very direct and refuses to answer.
Just, 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, with you very much, you are the same blood flowing, you are carrying 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.
Now, Wang Chen appears, and there is no need for Poseidon to stay.
Millions of years of loneliness, that patience, only he knows.
How long did he spend the long years?
And 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, 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.
Maybe, 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, people are in control of life.
A thick and unwilling, this moment began to breed in Wang Chen’s heart.
"Facility, huh, huh..."
When I heard Wang Chen’s words, Poseidon smiled: “Now, I will give it to you, they have won it, and you, you should get it now.”
The voice fell, and the sky fell into silence for a long time.
哗...
The next moment, a horrible energy will sweep Wang Chen.
In an instant, Wang Chen’s body shape suddenly felt, 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 confusing.
This makes Wang Chen anxious to get up.
Poseidon, I am leaving.
No.
Can't let him leave like this.
Know that 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.
At the beginning, they knew what it was.
Now, how many years have passed, do they know something?
Thinking of this, Wang Chen is anxious.
More importantly, Poseidon.
He is full of mystery.
He is waiting here, it seems to be waiting 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 something.
Maybe, this place is prepared by Poseidon 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 When you are looking for it, the battlefield may be able to find the answer you want. Perhaps all these answers, you know, just forgotten..."
In the struggle and inquiry of Wang Chen, the voice came quietly.
Just, the sound is getting smaller and smaller, and finally, it disappears gradually.
How to call Wang Chen, but never appeared again.
And Wang Chen, finally can not resist the impact of that energy.
Gradually, his consciousness began to blur slowly...
......
It seems to be caught in a deep sleep.
It seems as if you 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.
Beside him, it seems that two people are talking.
Between the vagueness, Wang Chen seems to feel that his soul is experiencing the test of aquatic fire.
Wang Chen feels as if 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.
Wind up the clouds.
This world is constantly changing.
Finally, it seems to be a glimmer of light, blooming on the dantian of Wangchen...
Just, and then, Wang Chen is not aware of the slightest situation.
His consciousness has completely disappeared.
There is only one feeling left.
Pain.
Infinite pain.
Besides, there is no feeling at all.
He, no longer knows the slightest news, the slightest clue.
......
Time flow.
A year in the past.
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.
God.
Yes, he is the true god, Wang Chen has seen the shadow twice.
Once, it is 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 looked awkward, and his mouth showed a smile.
He seems to be talking about something.
It’s just that, no matter how hard Wang Chen tried, he couldn’t hear clearly.
At this moment, Wang Chen wants to be close, but when Wang Chen uses his strength, he can't get close to it.
The body seems to be no longer there.
Wang Chen, as if it is integrated into this world.
He couldn't feel the slightest meaning of this man.
Clearly, he is expressing something, but Wang Chen is ignorant.
Soon, that faint illusion.
After that, 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.
He is full of faces, his hair is scattered, his body is blood...
He looked at the sky and was full of unwillingness.
He holds a long sword and goes to the sky.
It seems that in the roar, it seems to be insane...
The screen is reversed...
The descendants of the true God, appear one by one.
They all repeat the same action.
Hold a long sword and roar to the sky.
They seem to be struggling.
They seem to be rebelling, but their resistance seems to have failed.
Their figures are blurred.
The final result, but no one knows.
Just, it just disappeared in front of Wang Chen.
Until the last figure appeared.
It was a battlefield full of blood.
This ancestor of Wang Chen, his hair is red, and his body erupts.
He is expressionless and stands on top of a mountain.
Between the vagueness, Wang Chen saw that there was a figure not far from that figure.
"Fantasy."
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.
Fantasy dance, with the battle of the sky.
The two seem to be arguing about something.
Finally, the magical dance reveals a hint of desolate and bleak smile.
And that war day, it’s going to go to the sword and never look 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 fantasy dance closed his eyes.
It seems that something has been thought of, her expression is gradually calm, and her mouth has a sweet smile.
Suddenly, the figure slowly falls down...
She, then she fell down the cliff.
"No..."
Looking at this scene, Wang Chen is struggling wildly and screams...