Kong Hanan stared in a daze at the person in front of him who looked exactly like him in his previous life.
So, this Heavenly Soul of mine before me...
It turned out to be Kong Hanan?
But why does he look like himself in his previous life?!
"Kong Hanan" stretched out his hand with disgust and pointed his middle finger at Kong Hanan's brow.
"I'll only help you this time."
Not far away, Meng Yu looked at Confucius.
"Teacher, what is he saying to Brother Kong? Why can't I hear anything?"
Confucius looked at the old man who was smiling at them not far away and shook his head.
"If the teacher doesn't allow us to hear, we won't hear."
Meng Yu hesitated for a moment and said.
"Why do I feel that Brother Kong is not simple? Hengshan said before that the Emperor of Mount Tai values him?"
Confucius sighed.
"With the teacher here, no matter how complicated he is, it's not something we have to worry about."
Meng Yu was puzzled and asked, "Teacher, we are both saints, but how much stronger is Dao Sheng than you?"
Confucius looked at the old man and then looked at the sky.
"Look at Hengshan and you'll understand. There's a world of difference between him and me."
Kong Hanan did not hear the conversation between Kong Sheng and Meng Yu.
After "Kong Hanan"'s finger touched his brow, he felt a sense of clarity.
It felt like I hadn't been this awake for a long time.
An instinctive thought came to his mind: to examine himself.
Following his own heart, he fell into an illusion.
The sky is blue, the earth is green, the environment is beautiful and the air is fresh.
There was a tribe at my feet, a group of humans wearing animal skins and living in simple tents with grass roofs.
They gathered around a masked man, laughing, singing and dancing.
Kong Hanan was floating in the sky, somewhat confused.
Is this Emperor Yan Ting’s last resort?
He tried to descend and land on the ground.
The people around him seemed unable to see him, so he stretched out his hand and tried to touch the people around him.
But the touch on his hand did not trigger, and his arm passed through the other person's body.
Knowing that this was an illusion, Kong Hanan was not panicked at all.
He shrugged and continued to look around.
The man surrounded seemed to be the leader of the tribe. Every time he made a move, the crowd followed suit.
He looks very much like the drill instructor Kong Hanan had when he was studying in his previous life.
The crowd trusted their leader very much, and the dance moves seemed full of ritual.
The crowd danced from day to night, and a bonfire was built in the tribe, on which animal meat was placed.
The crowd was still following the leader, dancing wildly.
Occasionally, when someone was hungry, they would stop and pick up a few pieces of meat and put them in their mouths.
But Kong Hanan carefully discovered that only strong men could be fed.
Although the women and children were also full of passion, their movements were getting slower and slower and they could hardly keep up.
Occasionally some children looked at the campfire and swallowed their saliva, but none of them reached out for the food in front of them.
I have to say, this group of people have pretty good physical fitness, they danced until midnight.
Just when Kong Hanan was feeling very bored and was about to fly up again, the crowd changed.
The masked leader roared and swung the scepter in his hand.
The crowd was also excited and burst into roars.
Kong Hanan was startled and almost thought that he was finally seen.
He looked around again and was surprised to find that a black fog had appeared in the distance.
Fog in the dark night should not be easily noticed, but the blackness of the fog is very conspicuous, even thicker than pure light loss.
The black fog obscured the sky and the earth, making it difficult to see anything. With Kong Hanan's current cultivation level and eyesight, he could barely see some figures in it.
The Yin-Yang eyes are useless here, but Kong Hanan understood.
This is the scene that Emperor Yan Ting wants to see himself.
The one in the black fog is a ghost.
Inside the tribe, the masked leader raised a torch, roared, and pointed his scepter at the black fog.
In the tribe, men, women, young and old, all raised torches and rushed forward shouting, some like moths to a flame.
It is a bit inappropriate to say that they are like moths flying into a flame, because they hold torches, which symbolize light, and their opposition is darkness.
But the extinguishing of the torches one by one had no effect on the advancing black fog.
There weren't many people here, and soon, black fog covered the entire tribe...
The view was pitch black, and Kong Hanan could only hear the leader's painful wail.
Soon, daybreak came, and a tribe appeared under Kong Hanan's feet again.
The crowd was singing and dancing, just like before.
It was dark, fog rose, and humanity was once again swallowed by the black fog.
This scene keeps repeating.
Kong Hanan felt a little numb. He even tried to change a few times, but he could do nothing.
The people around him could not see him and were unaware of his warning.
He was unable to circulate his magic power, let alone block the black fog.
All he could do was float up and watch the same group of people die from different angles.
But Kong Hanan knew that he had to do something.
With every reincarnation, Kong Hanan always felt as if he had lost something and forgotten something.
This feeling is terrible.
After going through countless reincarnations, he began to feel sad...
Those people are obviously the strongest warriors in the tribe, and those children should have a better future.
What is in that black fog?
Why are they so powerful?
Why destroy these beautiful things?
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