How is it possible?

The six-winged angel didn't want to believe it, but who was the thing in the black mist? Even the voice it spoke was tempting, and it was different from ordinary monsters. It was completely tempting from the heart.

Even the bard angel himself didn't realize it. From the disgust he had when he was on the ground to now talking to the thing in the black mist,

the disgust in his heart disappeared, and was replaced by surprise. The angel's hatred for evil things is branded in the angel's blood.

Even in his prime, he couldn't resist it.

Now that the six-winged angel was seriously injured, it was strange that he could resist the influence of this kind of magic. Not to mention, the black mist monsters are not ordinary people.

The bard's eyebrows are white, and his face has also turned white. "What do you want to do?"

What is the origin, the purpose of saying these words, and what do you want to do?

But the angel's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion. He is not their opponent, unless another six-winged angel appears.

As a cheating player, the black mist will use the cheats if there are any. After all, the master allocates trust points to them, not to let them waste them in vain.

They are definitely the most loyal hounds of the master.

"No, you are very interesting. You said that the angels in heaven should have discovered it by now, but why don't they come to save you."

The voice of the black mist at this time seemed a bit ethereal, making people unable to help but think along with its words.

"Guli" ended their conversation,

"Don't forget the business."

With only the last sentence, Guli left. Black Coconut took a look and chose to follow the pace of the main force. The monsters followed the devil and left here.

Suddenly, this hell became much emptier.

Now, the black fog has not completely dispersed. The seriously injured angel lowered his eyebrows, wondering if this organization called the Night

is too confident in its own strength and

is not worried about any accidents?

He had seen many arrogant people, but he had never seen such a group of creatures,

including the black mist that was still hovering above his head. "Little angel, do you want to join us?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't join," he said before he finished speaking. "Speaking politely to them is something that only humans need to learn."

He looked down on them, as if learning the etiquette and rules of humans as a being in the black mist was a very low behavior.

"If you don't agree, just melt." The voice was very calm, and the usual indifference revealed unconsciously made people's foreheads jump.

How many monsters are there in the black mist, or is it just one? As soon as this thought came out, the angel interrupted the thought,

"That's fine. Anyway, we can't be too reckless in heaven. The Lord will not like it."

As long as the Lord's name was mentioned, the voices in the black mist stopped immediately. After another period of silence, they all reached a unanimous opinion.

The wandering poet was stunned, and the last thing that was imprinted in the depths of his eyes was the black mist that spread all around.

In the empty ninth layer of hell, the abyss under the devil's land was cold and gloomy, and the dark red sky was filled with black mist, presenting a scene close to midnight.

"How is it possible?"

This thought, sensing the source of power in the black mist, was vaguely familiar. The inner turmoil of this six-winged angel can be imagined.

"It's true."

The turmoil in the God's World also caused some minor troubles in the Weird World.

The God's World is obviously a higher-dimensional world, and the galaxy it is in is much more powerful. Therefore, those space cracks that appear in lower-level galaxies

cannot be blocked at all.

The Weird World has similar properties to Hell to a certain extent, so its attraction is much greater than that of the ordinary world.

The cracks appear in the Weird World, and Vest No. 4 is here. The puppeteer has more tasks to face than other vests.

After all, this is also related to the safety of the main body. As long as the cracks are not repaired, the monsters behind will appear next to the main body. Just thinking about it makes the puppeteer feel that it is not very good.

The handsome figure of the young man There was a certain coldness in his beauty.

He looked down at the monsters that kept running out of the cracks. Those monsters were obviously not the target of the puppeteer.

Faceless, Xiaoyi and many weird subordinates fought happily with the monsters that crawled out of the cracks.

The monsters came from a higher world, but these monsters in the weird world were not all vegetarians. At the very least, the monsters that could stay by the puppeteer's side were not waste.

The puppeteer looked at the last monster that emerged from the crack. It was obviously the mastermind behind this group of monsters, a monster with high intelligence,

and it didn't seem to belong to any demon king. It looked like the situation over there was not good. Vest No. 5 had to be sealed quickly. The vests all had a subtle feeling towards themselves,

which was different from the original body. There was still a sense of competition between the vests. Who said there was only one original body? If one loved himself, he would definitely hope that the other part of the consciousness could get more attention from the master.

The monster that crawled out was huge, with its black scales spread out to form a pair of extremely ugly wings. Its huge head poked out from the other side of the crack.

That head had only one eye, and the yellow vertical eye looked at the puppeteer.

Without further ado, the puppeteer thought that anyone who looked at it any longer would be a malicious person. The puppeteer raised his hand, and the thread wrapped around his fingertips, and quickly cut off the monster's head.

Bang—

demon blood flowed!

A fishy smell suddenly surged in all directions.

The puppeteer's figure flashed and left here.

The monsters behind him raised their heads almost at the same time and saw that the puppeteer had ended the battle so quickly

. No, it couldn't even be called a battle.

No wonder, it can be said that the lords do not have such power.

The monster that came out was indeed the leader of this group of monsters. Now that the leader is dead and there is no control, the remaining monsters are nothing.

The puppeteer lowered his eyes slightly, and after seeing that the battle below was almost cleared, he looked towards the crack.

The crack was expanding at an imperceptible speed.

The silver-haired man sneered, "Annoying thing."

The monsters on the ground who were dealing with these monsters were all doing their own things silently, fearing that they would be noticed by the unhappy puppeteer.

A pure force condensed in the puppeteer's hand, and then gently brushed across the crack. In the many strange afterglow,

it can be clearly seen that even the space cracks can't stop this force from filling in. It is conceivable how terrifying the power inside is.

Space-related abilities are not common among the weirdos, nor are they easy to cultivate. The weirdos only know that puppeteers can control their bodies,

but they ignore the fact that the puppeteer who can come here from the human world, how could he have only this ability?

The puppeteer's eyebrows did not change, and on his perfect but slightly weird face, a smile appeared on his face, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"Space rift, this should be the last one."

"You choose people to stay and watch here for at least a month."

After the puppeteer did what he could handle, he threw the rest to Wu Lian

. Wu Lian said, "Yes, sir, I will complete the task you assigned."

For a moment, watching the puppeteer and Xiao Yi leave, Wu Lian did not know whether the puppeteer valued him now,

but now was obviously not the time to entangle this.

After the trip, Wu Lian was no longer respectful in front of the puppeteer. His face was cold, revealing a unique sense of weird cruelty.

"You all heard what the master said. If you don't want any accidents, from today on, you'd better pray that nothing else happens with that crack."

Wu Lian began to arrange the monsters here. It was not the first time for them to deal with this kind of crack.

They had also encountered monsters that escaped from the cracks several times, and they roughly knew that they were probably from a certain world,

but they were not afraid. Master Puppet Master, in the bottom of his heart, there was awe and a bit of admiration for the strong among these weird things.

Never in the weird world had there appeared such a powerful and dangerous monster, and today following the Master Puppet Master, who could say that it was not a good opportunity.

As for the puppeteer who left, and Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi wanted to continue to know about the space cracks that suddenly appeared.

With Xiaoyi's ability, it was not difficult to find that this was a trace of the existence of another, higher world,

which was probably related to his father. No one knew where the puppeteer came from,

and Xiaoyi wanted to know, but his father would not tell him.

"Xiaoyi, what are you thinking about?"

The puppeteer was really interested in this mechanical body, and his tolerance was definitely very high.

"Father, can you tell Xiaoyi where your hometown is?"

Hometown, it was difficult for Xiaoyi to organize the language before asking when the system was running.

The puppeteer was slightly surprised, but no one noticed that the silver-haired man's facial expression was so rare that few people could detect what he was thinking.

Even Xiaoyi, a mechanical body, could only capture the most superficial expression.

It would not make a deeper analysis, but a sense would tell the head of this mechanical city how to get along with the father in front of him.

"Hometown? Xiaoyi, that is a term exclusive to humans. Puppet masters don't have hometowns,"

Xiaoyi was stunned. "Actually, it's not called hometown. Do you want to ask where I came from?"

The puppeteer raised his eyebrows and smiled. There was no need to hide when talking about this topic. It seemed that as long as someone asked,

he would give the other person the answer they wanted.

Unfortunately, no one dared to speak in front of the puppeteer.

"It's a mysterious place, a very unique and dead place, so your father, I was bored, so I ran out."

The puppeteer's tone was a little brisk, and it was hard to tell what emotion he had.

"Mysterious place, father, are they the same as you?"

"They, almost, but you have to remember that father doesn't have a good relationship with them, if you meet them, you'll be on your own."

The puppeteer blinked and said,

his long silver hair flowing like moonlight, the color as cold as water, at this time, it seemed a little ethereal floating on the originally dangerous man,

far away from the human world, a few vests were inexplicably cueed.

The puppeteer did not lie. Vest No. 4 was causing trouble, and so was No. 2. After all, he inherited the most active consciousness of the original body, and

he felt that he was now very peaceful.

In the human world, there were also storms.