Chapter 227 Demonic Spirits, a Collection of Resentment, and the Gift of Eternal Life

The moon was bright in the sky.

The stars were twinkling.

Yang Feng and Ling, surrounded by the mushroom people's bonfire, looked at the rotten remains rolling in the stone pot, and felt quite exotic.

At this time.

The mushroom people suddenly became panicked.

Countless stars were twinkling in the sky, and the light of the wish power and prayer gathered into a gorgeous glass ribbon, but there were also some filthy impurities in it.

Those filthy impurities gradually gathered together and became more and more viscous, like a large mass of wriggling plasma.

"Demon spirit!!"

"The demon spirit is coming!!"

"Lord father, those mushroom people are afraid, saying that the demon spirit is coming."

Ling translated the words of the mushroom people, dancing and talking.

Look around again.

Those mushroom people trembled, curled up in a ball, hiding under the ancient trees around them, and some even pulled out their heads and buried them in the deep soil.

Demon spirit?

This is another new word.

The filthy, wriggling light in the sky suddenly seemed like a falling meteorite, smashing towards the endless sea of ​​trees.

Boom boom boom!!

The sky collapsed and the earth trembled. The ripples of energy impact smashed the ancient trees hundreds of meters high around, breaking one after another.

Then.

The terrifying roaring sound came.

The mad beast attacked the surrounding giant trees crazily, and also killed the creatures living around.

"Let's go and have a look."

Yang Feng made a gesture, and his steps suddenly accelerated. The whole person disappeared silently on the spot.

Ten kilometers away.

A large area of ​​fallen giant trees came into view. The broken ends of the tree stumps were uneven, but it was enough to show the terrifying power of the giant beast.

Look carefully.

The giant beast that kept wriggling did not look like a specific creature.

Aggregate!!

It looked like a collection of some kind of vengeful spirits.

This demon was about ten meters tall, with countless deformed and twisted arms extending from its back, swaying in pain.

Under its huge body, there were two thick thighs covered with black fluff, and countless hideous muscles extending in irregular and deformed forms.

The tail of the demon was a giant whip tail, more than twenty meters long, showing a special black bone spreading out.

The demon twisted its body.

The tail whip of more than twenty meters in length suddenly cut off another ancient tree, accompanied by the sound of roaring and collapse, and shook the earth again.

Roar, roar, roar! !

The demon roared, and the image of the head had not yet fully grown.

The black squirming viscous substance spread forward, gradually turning into a huge cracked dog head, but the forehead was full of deformed eyes, giving people an extremely evil feeling at a glance.

"Die."

"It hurts so much."

"Death...death...death..."

The roaring voice of the demon spirit was mixed with a lot of fluctuations of consciousness. The distortion did not represent any language, but it could be understood immediately.

Pain.

The demon spirit was filled with an indescribable pain.

This made its arms all over its body constantly scratch its body, tearing off large pieces of flesh and blood, using this method to relieve the itch and make itself more comfortable.

However.

The more the demon spirit attacked itself, the more powerful the wriggling dark energy became, and the speed of its reproduction was gradually accelerating.

Killing!!

The demon spirit was particularly sensitive to the creatures around it.

There was a group of giant butterflies emitting fluorescent light around, with their wings drawing colorful patterns, and a slight flap would draw streaks of light.

The demon spirit didn't care, and its thighs full of deformed muscles ran wildly, pressing the giant butterflies to the ground with its sharp claws, and swallowing them whole with its huge mouth full of sharp teeth.

"Death!"

"Death, death, death!!"

The demon's furious consciousness, with only the instinct of killing left, brutally killed all the seemingly harmless butterflies, and the giant tail whip kept slapping the ground, and the body swelled again.

"Monarch Dad."

"It's in so much pain... woo woo woo..."

The tears fell, and felt the pain of the demon.

The deformed cancer, eager to proliferate, will do anything to survive, and expand without limit.

The demon is completely the opposite. Living is a kind of pain for them, and what they really want in their hearts is peace and death.

Cannot live.

Cannot die.

The demon is in a very special state.

They were born in this world as early as ancient times.

Pray.

Pray to the stars.

At the beginning...they were all devout believers, and as the sun rose and the moon set, as the years passed, they continued to contribute every bit of their strength.

However.

Endless years passed quickly.

The followers who believed in the star god were given eternal life.

Eternal life.

What a beautiful word.

The ultimate power that many humans have dreamed of.

But... eternal life is not a gift, but a curse as time goes by.

Endless prayers.

Endless contributions of will.

Even the sea of ​​trees standing on the earth will have some doubts over the long years.

Why? ?

Why do you do this?

Why do you believe in the stars?

Why do you keep living and can't return to the embrace of the sea of ​​life?

Thousands of years have passed.

Ten thousand years have passed.

One hundred thousand years have passed.

One million years have passed.

The great holy tree has ruled the blue planet for tens of millions of years. Even the ancient trees standing on the earth have gradually developed self-awareness.

Those oldest believers have awakened their own thinking, and have doubted the belief in the star god, and even felt disgusted with their own lives.

Death!!

The oldest believers have prayed for tens of millions of years.

They want to stop for a while.

They want to rest.

They want to return to their roots, return to the arms of the mother they dream of, and turn into a drop of soul water again, feeling the gentle comfort of the sea of ​​life.

That will wash away the vicissitudes of tens of millions of years.

That will wash away the fatigue caused by countless prayers.

Death... has become the most luxurious thing. The willpower gathers together and gradually forms a filthy monster, turning into a vengeful spirit feared by many creatures.

"I want to kill myself!!"

"Which one is me, which one is me??"

"Kill, kill, kill!!"

The demon beast roared and continued to attack the giant trees hundreds of meters tall around it, following its most primitive desire to save its body from eternal life.

"I want to die."

"I want to die."

"Life is too heavy, I want to die!!"

The demon spirit continued to destroy the ancient trees around it, launching indiscriminate attacks, trying to free its soul.

Then.

A desperate scene appeared.

All things have spirits, and the disappearance of life should return to the embrace of the mother ocean.

But... every destroyed giant tree, however, radiated a little starlight, rushing towards the direction of the great holy tree in the center of the world.

Of course.

The price of giving eternal life is that the soul will return to the holy tree paradise forever! !