Nightmare's Call

Chapter 891

The gloomy black wind swept over the vast plain, rolling up large black particles like smoke.

The earth is full of raised graves and tombstones. The withered and dead trees are just like new born ghosts, ferocious and terrifying.

Bang, bang.

Lin Sheng's tall body walked slowly on the land.

This is the 24th world that he traced back to the origin of the Kuroshio.

Here, the Kuroshio fog has become so dense that no living things can survive here.

Even the Kuroshio monsters don't see it anymore.

The air was thick with black smoke.

Lin Sheng was dressed in a white cloak, and his shoulders were fixed with gold shoulder armor to cover his whole body.

On the head is wearing the completely closed God Armor Helmet, the golden face mask looks cold and heartless, sacred and solemn.

His helmet is made of crown, carved with numerous exquisite patterns and decorations. People will feel a strong deterrent and glare at the sight.

Deterrence, which represents Lin Sheng's ability to resist the erosion of the surrounding Kuroshio all the time.

"It's a spectacular intensity. Even to the extent of Lord of light, it doesn't take a second to get here and become a god level monster and a part of the Kuroshio. "

"No... maybe even monsters don't have a chance to be. He will be dismembered and turned into a new pile of tombs here. "

Lin Sheng looked at the tombstone at the foot of his eyes and went on slowly.

In this world, he obviously felt that the whole world had shrunk too much.

The world is not so much a world as a space.

The Kuroshio here is horribly dense, but only a third the size of the earth.

And it's the standard round sky and round place structure.

Since Lin Sheng united the holy Kingdee, he began to explore the Kuroshio again.

Under the protection of the new powerful Kingdee, this time he finally took a few steps further and came to this world with extremely high concentration.

"There must be some secret hidden here."

Lin Sheng has such a premonition.

His hunch is generally accurate.

And as he thought, he had been looking for the world for a long time, but he didn't find any entrance to the next world.

It's like this is the source of everything.

Lin Sheng looked up at the gray black sky.

Countless black clouds scattered and gathered, and the earth was dead. Except him, there was no sign of any other biological activity.

I don't know how long it took.

All of a sudden, he stepped.

In front of the ground, is lying a pile of some ragged clothes.

There are all kinds of sundries in the clothes.

This seems to be the last thing left by a strong man who mistakenly entered here.

After a pause, Linsheng went forward and bent down to pick up the clothes.

The Kuroshio fog concentration here is too strong, so any spell ability will be eroded immediately when it is cast.

The Kuroshio fog is the only energy element here.

After shaking his clothes, Lin Sheng took out a notebook with a dark gold cover from his pocket.

Notebook is very small, just like palm size, it seems that it is specially used for hand recording.

Gently open the notebook, the writing on it is completely incomprehensible.

Even if Lin Sheng knew many languages, he didn't know the words in front of him.

But it's the only one.

Lin Sheng put the notebook away and put it in his arms.

Although there is no way to interpret it for the time being, take it back first.

Intuition told him that the secret here may be the origin and reason of the Kuroshio.

"This place... Except for graves, there are only graves. I came after the Kuroshio and stopped here. This is the source of death. "

Lin Sheng finally looked at the dead world.

He has been here for a long time, and his perception has reached the maximum, but he still can't find the source of the Kuroshio here.

We have to come again.

He was a little disappointed, waved a stroke, the huge divine power gushed out, and instantly opened a regular portal to the space.

Lin Sheng stepped in and disappeared in the door.

This trip is not without harvest.

At least he knew it wasn't natural.

Natural formation doesn't build tombstones for dead creatures.

Not long after Lin Sheng left, less than half an hour.

This dead world trembles slightly, and another black crack opens slowly.

Slowly out of the crack came a dark fuzzy figure.

I can't see his appearance or his body shape, only a dazzling blue vertical pupil inlaid in the middle of the man's back.