I Have a Golden Coffin

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The rain in the sky gradually subsided.

The blood rain has merged into a river running in the original channel.

The corpses of the scale people have piled up all over the mountains.

The blood water and the rainwater converged together, and it was impossible to distinguish each other.

There was no one standing on the entire battlefield.

The sun is shining down from the sky, and the bright red river is dazzling.

The survivors of Wudu, after these few days, looked at the red river, and even felt that the river was originally changed to this color.

"What is that!" Someone suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone followed his gaze to the sky, and saw the phantom of a golden giant sitting high in the sky.

The golden giant looked at the sentient beings indifferently with a pair of eyes, and then his eyes dropped, and he no longer looked at the sentient beings.

After seeing this giant, some people even knelt down directly, impressed by its huge stature.

However, more people revealed anger and hatred in their eyes.

They regarded the golden giants in the air as evil gods.

And the evil god, to them, is the enemy of life and death!

They hate it very much.

Seeing this scene, Gong Mo looked calm.

Then, he took a step forward and appeared in a different world.

The different world at this time, just like the original world a few days ago, was pouring blood.

Gong Mo walked slowly in the rain of blood.

When the blood rain passed by him, it turned into ordinary transparent rain, and then slipped down.

A strange scene appeared in the whole world.

A clear transparent stream appeared in the **** world.

The rain of blood couldn't erode even the slightest.

Not long after, Gong Mo came to a huge ruin.

This ruin is full of potholes, with the footprints of giant beasts, the footprints of scaly people, huge knife marks, huge and hot rocks, and so on.

This shows that not long ago, there was a fierce battle here.

"You're here..." A hoarse voice appeared in the ruins.

From the direction the voice came from, there was an old man with gray hair sitting on a cliff.

This old man was Ji Yuanwu.

At this time, he no longer looked like the spirit he had before, and his hair that was a little dark before had turned gray.

"You know me?" Gong Mo stepped forward and walked to Ji Yuanwu's side, looking at this old man who seemed to be dying soon.

"Of course, if you weren't hunting the resurrected and the evil gods during this time, our pressure would be even greater, and there would be no chance to fight the scales at all." Ji Yuanwu smiled and said.

"They are all dead?" Gong Mo paused and asked.

"Well, they're all dead." Ji Yuanwu nodded, looking into the distance with a calm and calm expression.

Gong Mo was silent and sat next to Ji Yuanwu.

The two sat for a long time without speaking.

The rain gradually stopped, everything returned to calm, only the refreshing wind blew through the two of them.

"Since you know of my existence, why didn't you kill me in advance? I believe you have the strength." Gong Mo looked at Ji Yuanwu and asked slowly.

Hearing this, Ji Yuanwu opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Why should I stop you?"

"Because I want to restart the world, as long as I restart the world, most people in this world will die." Gong Mo said.

"Do you think you are wrong?" Ji Yuanwu asked.

"No, I think I'm doing the right thing! The existence of the resurrected will only make everyone live in pain! If so, it's better to start over!"

"Since you think you are right, then you can do it." Ji Yuanwu said lightly.

Gong Mo was stunned when he heard the words. He never thought that, as a shadow leader who wanted to save the world, he would say such a thing.

Could it be that the other party doesn't care about the deaths of so many people?

"You don't need to be so surprised." Ji Yuanwu looked into the distance and said slowly: "I just don't know if the persistence of us people is useful. Shadows have existed in this world for more than 2,700 years. There are five hundred and sixty-two shadows, and now there are only a dozen people left. We all want to protect this world all the time.

But we found that the harder we tried, the more passive we became. In the end, that's all we have. Compared with the huge number of resurrected people, they are very few. "

He smiled wryly, "If it weren't for the fact that revivers of our nature are generally powerful, the shadow would have been wiped out long ago. We feel powerless."

Having said this, Ji Yuanwu looked at Gong Mo, who was on the side, and said, "Perhaps, what you have done is the right one. Restart the world and let it start again. Let this world belong to ordinary people again. Never again. There will be resurrected people persecuting ordinary people."

"I always thought you wouldn't agree with what I did." Gong Mo paused, then said.

"I don't agree with your approach." Ji Yuanwu shook his head and said, "I just left everything to fate."

"You mean..." Gong Mo asked immediately after hearing the words.

"There's no need to ask." Ji Yuanwu smiled indifferently: "You know who he is, I'm leaving, the future is up to you."

After speaking, fragments began to appear in his body, and then slowly disintegrated and slowly dissipated.

"Boom..."

The sky rained blood again.

Gong Mo looked at the rain of blood in the sky, was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "I was almost cheated by you."

His information has always been particularly well hidden.

After all, he directly integrated the gold master into one.

With the ability of the gold master, it is very simple to avoid the shadow's tracking.

When he showed his ability, the shadow could no longer kill him directly.

Therefore, it is not that the other party does not want to kill him, but that he cannot.

As for why the other party killed the scales instead of him at the last moment of his life, that was because what he did was in the shadow's interests.

And those who I just told myself ~www.readwn.com~ also want to disintegrate his fighting spirit and create opportunities for that person.

"It's a pity." Gong Mo looked at the rain of blood and sighed softly.

The spirit of the other party's desire to make a contribution at the last moment of his life shocked him.

In the same way, it also made him firm in his own thoughts.

If there is no resurrection, there will be no such person sacrificed in the future.

Although the destruction of the world will kill many people, it is better than dying all the time, which makes people feel more painful.

Thinking of this, Gong Mo stepped lightly and appeared in a military base.

"Who is it!!" When he appeared, the soldiers spotted him immediately.

"Bang bang bang bang!!"

There have even been soldiers aiming to shoot directly.

Seeing the bullets coming, Gong Mo stretched out his hand.

In an instant, the surroundings stagnated, and the bullet hung in the air.

Then, with a slight wave of his hand, the bullet fell to the ground.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew, and the people around rolled their eyes and fell asleep.

Without a breath, this military base has already fallen.

Then, Gong Mo slowly stepped forward and came to the small building.

"Who are you?" Qiu Zhifang looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, his body trembling slightly.

She had seen the powerful strength of Gorefiend and Su Bai a week ago.

She was already terrified by then.

But now, seeing this middle-aged man who had occupied the military base while walking in the courtyard, his heart trembled even more.

You must know that two patrols equivalent to Jiao-level have recently been transferred in the military base.

But the two inspectors didn't even make it past each other's face-to-face.

"I'm here to find my old friend, and that person inside is my friend." Gong Mo smiled politely at Qiu Zhifang.