I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

If the hellish scene of demons dancing wildly before was enough to make one's mind collapse, then now, the scene where so many monsters are crawling on the ground, and only a clean maiden dancing in an absolutely filthy world, does have a bit of charm.

This witch is different from the slightly bleak and bleak appearance Lu Jian saw before, more like a projection from the past, spotless, standing barefoot in the dirty and messy atrium, red and white and black, pure and dirty, crazy and rational , life and death, formed a strong contrast at this moment.

This song echoed throughout the island. All people, all creatures, and all buildings fell silent at this moment, listening to the song that came from nowhere or when.

Even Lu Jian felt calmed down.

No, not right.

This calm state of mind is not normal.

Lu Jian felt that his blood was cooling down, and all obsessions would dissipate, and only death was the only destination.

He saw that the mist spread from the witch's body, sweeping the monsters.

The monster is further alienated.

Several monsters gathered together and became a huge shambling, six-legged worm with mouthparts full of fangs, layered on top of each other like the mouth of a hagfish.

The bird soaring in the sky let out a shriek, and then its head split. The open wound healed quickly and turned into two heads. The two new heads seemed to diverge, pecking at each other, and fell into the sea in a blink of an eye. Devoured by a gigantic monster.

The trees began to sway, and the leaves quickly withered and turned black, and heavy plump fruits grew from the branches. When the fruits turned over, they turned out to be human heads.

In the sky, the huge and strange joruri doll also changed. Its abdomen was split open, and dark green pus fell like rain. The green rain watered the ground. Wherever it reached, there were naked mushrooms Shaped plants grow, and those monsters wander in the small lake formed by pus, which is very pleasant.

Even the buildings are beginning to become old and decayed, and the shapes of human faces appear on the walls, as if they are struggling and enjoying themselves.

The mist spread towards Lu Jian, and all the islanders prostrated themselves on the ground, worshiping the witch.

There is no doubt that this is Miko Miko, the culprit behind everything that happened in Utajima.

Was she brought by the fog of uncertainty,

Whether she created the fog of uncertainty, Lu Jian is not quite sure.

But he can probably know that the island itself is part of a certain ceremony, and the Mistress of Misfortune is the core of the ceremony. Who knows who is the leader of the ceremony, and is now waiting for everything to develop naturally.

As for what the ceremony can ultimately produce, Lu Jian guessed that it was probably something that could fight against the Son of God.

"At this point, the farce of the poetry festival should be over."

Lu Jian muttered to himself, he saw Hong Ye helped Wan Ye walk out.

He didn't know when or if Shenzi's net fire would come, but Lu Jian only knew that the dense fog must be stopped now.

The white mist that covered the sun spread extremely fast, and suddenly enveloped his side.

The more grainy air that was felt in the shrine last night poured into Lu Yi's nose and mouth, and the severe pain that could not be described as a burning sensation instantly tore Lu Yi's lungs and respiratory tract, as well as his stomach. , liver, kidney, as long as they stay in this fog for another three minutes, Lu Juan will die in the most distorted appearance.

Different lines emerged on his arm, and Lu Jian could see that his third hand was emerging from his elbow, a cuticle appeared in the palm, and the bones grew wildly in the body, wanting to break out.

Lu Yi has almost lost all his eyesight. He can only feel that the red leaves in front of him opened up a shimmering hood, enveloping Wan Ye and himself in it.

The tearing feeling caused by the mist eased a little, but more severe pain surged up, almost occupying all of Lu Yi's consciousness.

He saw that he seemed to be out of human form, even if the weeds were constantly gushing out of his body, it was difficult to resist the erosion of this mist that surpassed the limit of human beings.

[Acquired item: Sigh of the Uncertain Mist]

Even the cold and indifferent words of the system made Lu Jian feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy. He barely supported himself, grabbed the tattered bag with his third hand, and took out a bottle from it.

The bottle was filled with a black flame, and the flame contained orange red, light yellow, dark green, and azure blue colors, like a flowing rainbow, and like a rotating galaxy, and the dots of light in it were like stars, dazzling and dazzling.

【Glass fire】

When seeing this thing, Hongye's expression changed obviously, she was a little stunned and regretful, but Hongye didn't speak.

Lu Jian threw the thing in the direction of the fog. Although his body was riddled with holes, he felt that his body had endless strength.

Some kind of nothingness covered Lu Jian's body, like a puppet on a string, Lu Jian's tattered body was forcibly driven up, and the bottle was thrown out like this, at a distance of about 50 meters from him. It landed with a bang.

In the dense fog, Lu Jian couldn't see how the bottle broke, he could only hear a slight sound in the silent fog, and then, the light shone brightly.

Some people say that there is fire first in this world, and then there are human beings. Fire is a symbol of civilization and a barbaric sword for human reason to defeat evil beasts.

Now, not far away, a nascent flame rises.

The colorful brilliance jumped on the flames, and it was unbelievable that the fuel of the flames was the fog itself.

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, like wildfire igniting a grassland, the flames spread instantly.

The dense fog that filled the entire island, like a frightened wild animal, suddenly began to shrink.

Lu Jian vaguely saw the faint light around Hongye flickering one after another, and the surrounding fog seemed to be no longer an air current, but a solid sandstorm, hitting the fragile protection of Hongye little by little.

The mist seemed to want to suppress the pure flame by restraining itself.

But that can only make yourself burn out faster.

All monsters, alienated animals, dilapidated buildings, and the gloomy world are all burned by flames.

According to Lu Jian's knowledge, this flame will continue to burn forever, burn up the entire island, dye the sea with flames, and finally, like the pure fires in other places, envelop the entire Hedao Island in a sea of ​​flames.

Lu Jian seems to understand why this is an "island".

I am afraid that the war between human beings and filth once happened on the earth, and eventually the land where human beings can live was covered by pure fire, and today's islands came into being.

Wherever you look up, there is already a pure fire.

"you did it."

Surrounded by pale and pitch-black flames, Hongye looked at Lu Lian with a smile he had never seen before.

It's like a warm spring afternoon, you are holding a long-awaited book, and you are reading in the sunny library. After reading a wonderful chapter, you look up and find that there is a book with the same book as you sitting opposite. The girl, she also raised her eyes because of your actions, and after confirming the book in her hands, she smiled happily.

"You have successfully dispelled this fog of uncertainty, and there is one more thing to come. Everything about Song Island and the Poetry Festival will come to an end."

Hongye pursed her lips, her voice firm.

"That is to completely purify the obsession left by Miko Miko."

"That is, me."

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