"I never thought that after so many centuries, the underworld would actually produce an emperor comparable to Zhenhong."

"I underestimated this lost land."

The man in black robe felt very sorry.

It was natural for me to admit my mistake.

His carelessness caused the plan to go against the grain and almost collapse.

"Why didn't you die? Your aura clearly dissipated."

Liu Mei asked anxiously.

She was more willing to believe that the guy in front of her was different from the man in black robe.

녦Obviously.

"놊, 놖 has already died once."

The man in black robe glanced at Hua Wujue, then continued:

"But the one who died was the emperor of the Pseudo-Realm."

"In a sense, the dead lost substitute is 놖's identity in this lost land."

"It's a pity that the local atmosphere is gone."

The black robe was full of regret.

His body and the black robe from before were like two extremes.

The latter has an extremely chaotic aura and is extremely distorted.

This...

But it is clean and clear.

There was a burning, bright aura that they had never seen before.

"You deceived us."

"You are the monitor yourself. If you want to kill us, we will have no power to fight back."

"What on earth are you going to all this trouble for?"

Liu Mei still felt unconvinced.

The monitors of the Lost Land have been with them all along.

The former is the one who possesses the power that is superior to others.

There is no doubt about this.

That's why.

Hua Wujue would be even more surprised if he could kill his clone.

"You really played a big game."

"We have all become your tools to escape from here.

Jiang Li's eyes were gloomy...

There is little that the monitors can intersect with them.

Of course.

They want to form a team and leave here.

Even if He is the one who leads.

He is the monitor of this lost land.

He did not use Jiang Li and Liu Mei to pave the way for his own achievements.

This means they were killed.

There is no benefit to the monitor.

The Monitor has a maintenance platform built entirely by the exiles of the Lost Land.

Then it's obvious.

What the monitor does is directly related to Zhenhong outside the Lost Land.

"Even though there is one clone, there is more than one you."

"It's a huge failure."

The monitor shrugged and said to Hua Wujue:

"As the false emperor of the Lost Land, it is rare for me to achieve this."

"I'll give you a chance."

"A huge fortune."

"Even... let you completely escape from the Lost Land."

Hua Wujue looked at how 놊눈 was feeling, even though things had changed one after another.

"Interesting. Very interesting indeed."

"Kaidan game, this is your pen, right?"

Hua Wujue asked.

The monitor was quite frank:

"Yes, 놖 is the creator of this space horror game."

Hua Wujue nodded slightly, and then continued to ask:

"So, you are the one who plotted against my hometown."

The monitor's expression suddenly changed, but he quickly regained his composure:

"Although the operational logic of the Kaidan game was created by 놖, 녦놖 did not interfere too much with the game."

"Hua Wujue, although you are planning, not every pivot point is intentional."

Hua Wujue did not respond to this sentence, and asked another question:

"Where did the Blue Star soul go?"

The monitor's pupils shrank slightly, and the pressure was vibrating:

"Perhaps it was absorbed by the will of Hongmeng here."

This is a blatant lie.

Hua Wujue had already discovered this the moment he stepped into this universe.

The lost souls on the blue planet are not here now.

놊, 놊 can be said to be perfect.

The soul of the Dragon Kingdom has not appeared.

Those Western monkeys and the black Nigga still exist in the aura of will here.

All kinds of combinations collide with each other.

That's the right fit.

The next sentence made the monitor's face change drastically.

"The Blue Star, the Milky Way, is the gap in the so-called Lost Land."

Hua Wujue said calmly, and the monitor who ignored the dramatic change continued:

"If you created this strange story game to complete the Hongmeng Wei and find the origin, there is nothing wrong with that."

"You, however, have left too many scars on Blue Star."

"You may know that I was born there."

"You moved your feet, but you didn't know what was going on."

"If it were you, you would tell the truth. You are just using other opportunities to cover up your true reason."

The monitor's face was as gloomy as water, and after a long moment he sighed:

"You really are just like the other hypocrites."

"I never thought that I would be forced to this point in the end."

"I'll tell you why."

"Before that, I will answer another question for you."

"The souls of Blue Star were taken away by the higher-ups."

"You know what to do with it."

Jiang Li, who had been listening, was stunned for a moment.

The powerful being in the Lost Land specifically named an ordinary soul from the original Hongmeng Universe?

This actually reveals a weird taste.

"Are you still starting?"

"There will be no chance if you start again."

Hua Wujue suddenly said.

The monitor's expression was solemn, as if Hua Wujue had pointed out his little behavior.

Jiang Li's pupils narrowed slightly.

Are the monitors finally taking action?

All of these things are clearly visible to the monitors.

Damn it!

Liu Mei also realized that this was right.

The monitors do not have a good relationship with them.

It's nothing more than a hook of interests.

If it is no longer useful, will it just die?

"run!"

Jiang Li and Liu Mei looked at each other.

The fight between Hua Wujue and the monitor's clone just now affected them, and they were almost exhausted.

Now the Overseer himself has arrived.

No matter whether Hua Wujue wins or loses.

They will definitely have a good end.

"snort."

"Run, can you run away?"

Looking at the two escaping emperors, the monitor was indifferent.

The right hand was slightly raised.

괗그 was like a lamb to be slaughtered and was caught back effortlessly.

Jiang Li smiled bitterly.

Liu Mei's face also turned pale.

괗그 has foreseen his own fate.

Whether it falls into Hua Wujue's body or into the monitor's body.

There will be no good ending.

"Hua Wujue, I'm very curious."

"If you know what you are doing, why are you still so calm?"

"If you keep going, it will really start."

The monitor stared at Hua Wujue.

"That's long-winded."

Hua Wujue, however, felt bored, and a red ghostly arm, with a terrifying aura, suddenly slapped over!

"Now that you have started, you can stop gossiping in front of me."

"Success or failure depends on whether you are strong or weak."