Chapter 3756 (1/2)

In the long years, Shen Lang seems to have had a dream, a very short dream

I don't know how long later, Shen Lang found himself standing in the billowing clouds. At his feet were all creatures, and above his head were the sky and stars.

”Here you are again.”

A low voice came to Shen Lang's ear.

In front of him, a black air suddenly appeared, turning into a young man with black hair in a coarse cloth and hemp clothes and wearing a sheep skull mask.

The young man turned his back to himself, his black hair was calm and automatic, and his body was full of the extreme cold and horror.

”It's you Who are you? ”

Shen Lang stares at the back of the black haired youth in front of him wearing a sheep skull mask and grins his teeth.

He has seen the figure wearing a sheep skull mask more than once. In the dark, Shen Lang seems to think that this person is inextricably related to himself.

In the last battle of the ancient spirit world, it was this human figure who saved himself and killed Zhang Daoling, which was made of fragments of Tianji hexagram plate.

”I am you, you are not me, I am dead. You coward is dead now. ” The young man with black hair said something difficult to understand.

”What! I... I'm dead? ”

Shen Lang understood the last sentence, but he was surprised and subconsciously reached out his hands.

I find my hands have become unreal, and my body seems to disappear at any time.

”You are dead, but you are not dead. The blood of Shennong wants to clean your reincarnation breath and touch the boundary, then I will appear in your soul. Lucky for you coward, you have not been taken away by reincarnation

The young man with black hair turned his back to Shen Lang with a hint of contempt.

”I can't understand all this. I just want to know what is the relationship between you and me? Who are you? ” Shen Lang asked in confusion.

”My existence means nothing to you.” The young man with black hair said indifferently.

This sentence seems to show that all explanations have no meaning to him.

Shen Lang was unwilling to say it, and said: ”since you don't want to say it, let me change the question. Why am I the chosen one? Is this fate? Will I die in the end like the other day elect? ”

”The truth in cultivation represents the true self in reincarnation. If you want to walk out of reincarnation, you need to find the real me. Coward, you are so helpless, I will give you a hint, but that's all. ”

As soon as the voice of the young man with black hair fell, a red fog suddenly rose on his side, turning into a woman in a blood skirt.

The woman in the blood skirt is icy, thin and beautiful. She has delicate facial features. She is as white as a pathological white hand and holds a red flower on the other side.

This bloody skirt woman is like a puppet, facing the waves directly, with a stiff and weird smile on her lips!

”Cher?”

Shen Lang was shocked and soon calmed down: ”no, it's not Xueer!”

The woman holding the blood skirt of the other side flower is similar to Su Ruoxue in appearance, but her temperament is too weird and frightening, which is quite different from Su Ruoxue's.

When Shen Lang didn't know what the black haired youth meant, the black haired youth suddenly put out his rough right hand and twisted the neck and neck of the blood skirt woman!

The head of the woman in the blood skirt was wrenched off, and a lot of blood rushed out of her head.

At this moment, the sky suddenly began to rain scarlet blood.