Chapter 965:

The vast sky looks like gray cloth, with wrinkles spreading to the end of the eyes, there is no sun, no moon, no stars, only the gray that can suppress the soul. Attributes.
That color has the smell of death. If you show it to people, you will get lost in that gray, and your heart will get lost.
The white land undulates far away, there are no plants, no other colors, only the white land extends indefinitely, endlessly.
It took longer to see, reflected in the gray of the sky, and became even more dazed.
Chu Mo opened his eyes, and this was what he saw. For a long time, he lowered his head and looked at his body. He clearly saw that his body was imaginary, caused by a bunch of white mist scattered from the ground. Composition, the fog is still very weak, but soon people gathered.
Around him, a lot of fog multiplied on the white ground, these fogs condensed with each other, and gradually many figures appeared.
These figures are like new life, with grey eyes shining through them. Those grey eyes make people feel the despair and exhaustion from the soul. They are almost dead after several times, but they are always new life. After all, they are still a death, cycle and cycle.
Maybe death is sometimes not terrible, but terrible is endless, until now the immortality is immortal, even the soul is paralyzed, until you lose your consciousness, lose everything about yourself,... become an immortal soul, until the undead corpse is gone...
After Chu Mo woke up, I don't know how long ago there were thousands of undead souls who fought a war here. This war may have occurred a few days ago. A few months ago, I wonder if it was Chu Mo.
He just knew that he saw this when he woke up.
Although Chu Mo was awake, his heart was still a little dazed. His eyes are still gray, and there is very little saneness in them. He doesn't know who he is or why he appeared here, and he doesn't think about all of this.
He looked dimly at the gray sky, watching... his body gradually gathered a complete figure due to the fog, until all the undead souls around him. After everything is condensed. These undead souls stood there like Chu Mo, looking up at the sky. At a loss.
I don't know how long it has passed, and finally one day, I don't know where it came from. The sound of the horn in the distance hovered between the boundless world. The sound was very weak, and I don't know how far it spread. At the moment when this horn sounded, these thousands of undead souls would soon tremble one after another, put down their raised heads, looked at the infinite front in the distance, and slowly raised their feet in the same direction. The body floated up and moved forward slowly.
Among these immortal souls, Chu Mo also heard the sound of the horn. This sound fell in his heart and became a call, a call that caused fluctuations in his soul.
He did not look at the sky, but at the sound of the horn. I don't know how far it is from here, slowly floating with the undead soul around him.
I don't know how long it has been floating, Chu Mo's consciousness has no concept of time, only its call exists. Their undead souls are on this white land. It keeps floating like endless.
Gradually, there were undead souls among them, screaming in their mouths while floating, and as the bass sound became frequent, on this day, an undead soul suddenly turned around and rushed to the other eye, confused Partner. ……,
Biting, swallowing, and fusing, after a while, as one undead soul dissipated, the body of the other undead soul was quite solidified, revealing a weak mind in the gray light in its eyes.
Almost the moment he swallowed his companions, there were many such immortal souls around him, and he kept doing this, and there was such an immortal soul around Chu Mo.
This soul looked like an old man, walking towards Chu Mo like a beast in his hoarse voice, and after approaching, his body jumped off and opened his mouth to bite Chu Mo.
Chu Mo did not resist. He was confused in his eyes. He tore the undead soul on his body and swallowed it bit by bit. From the intense pain of the soul, Chu Mo trembled, suddenly reminding him of the feeling of body tearing. Before waking up
"So, I died once..." Chu Mo muttered to himself. His body was now bitten in half by the old man and swallowed. Seeing that, it will soon swallow his body completely.
At that time, everything in Chu Mo would have disappeared, but he was not dead. After a period of time, on this immortal land, he was transformed by the fog again, and experienced the same death, repeated experiences, repeated...forever... ...
"I've experienced this kind of feeling before...I don't want to experience it!" Chu Mo's consciousness gradually blurred, but there was a cruel meaning in his eyes suddenly, and he suddenly turned around, facing the old man. Swallowed it. The bite of these two immortal souls is everything to them, but to the thousands of immortal souls around them, they don't care at all.
Time passed slowly, and there were immortal souls in those obvious expressions. After swallowing a few companions each, it seemed to have reached saturation. One body was obviously solidified, and the sky screamed sadly.
The hoarse voice hovered constantly on the sky and the earth, just like they used this voice to declare, as the hoarse voices of their new life increased, among these thousands of undead souls, twenty-seven souls This new voice has been issued one after another.
In their roar, the bodies of the surrounding undead souls trembled, and their expressions showed fear, just like these twenty-seven souls, surpassing them in level, even if they were more numb, there would be soul depression and fear.
For the old man who was annexed by Chu Mo, he was frantically and cruelly engaged in this annexation dispute with Chu Mo. Slowly, with Chu Mo's annexation, the old man gradually weakened. In the end, all his soul would strengthen Chu Mo. Nurturing of ink
After swallowing the first immortal soul, Chu Mo's body trembled slightly. He felt that the power in his body was swelling. This power impacted his body and rushed into his heart, struggling and tearing in Chu Mo's eyes. His pain echoed in his heart,
As the sense of tearing intensified, Chu Mo felt his mind collapsed. During that collapse, his sky memory gradually remembered something.
"What's my name..." Chu Mo suddenly raised his head, making a hoarse voice toward the sky. This hoarse voice, here is the twenty-eighth fresh roar
His roar and his twenty-seven souls gleamed with each other and gradually merged. Within this small area, the earth was shaking, and the surrounding undead souls knelt on the ground tremblingly. The only ones standing in this area, including Chu Mo, Twenty eight souls
These twenty-eight souls looked alike at first glance, but as they continued to eat, changes and differences appeared slowly, and they slowly remembered all their memories...
Now the sound of the horn between the sky and the earth came from afar again. With the echo of that whimper, Chu Mo’s roar gradually stopped, and the remaining twenty-seven souls gradually calmed down. The body was faster than ordinary souls, floating in front.
Chu Mo's eyes were gray, and as it calmed down, he also flew forward, together with its twenty-seven souls, possessing thousands of undead souls behind, as if floating in front for mission. Time passed slowly, Chu Mo didn't know how long it had passed. Except for thinking about his own name, his brain is empty now. Only the sound of the corner serves as a guide. He walks slowly in the direction where the sound of the corner arrives.
In this process, he swallowed seven or eight undead souls one by one. Similarly, in the process, the minds appeared in those immortal souls, as if they were swallowed by each other.
Every time Chu Moci is swallowed, his body will further solidify. After swallowing seven or eight immortal souls, except for the position of his feet, his upper body is no longer translucent, and there will be flesh and blood.
Long black hair floated behind him, even though his eyes were still gray, indifferent besides his sanity.
Among these thousands of teams, there are now nearly 50 immortal souls like him, and they are constantly floating to the place where the horn can be heard...
Until this day, in this world without day and night, on the ground in front of Chu Mo, a group of other undead souls appeared. Until these two groups of undead souls looked at each other, they were obviously much stronger than ordinary souls. Sorrowful hiss
War, again!
Chu Mo saw the undead soul rushing madly, and the feeling of tearing in his brain became more and more intense. He suddenly remembered this scene, he had experienced it.
His last experience, he died in that war, swallowed everything...until he woke up.
Di Chumo appeared murderous for the first time. He didn't want to die. In his heart, he faintly felt that every time he died, he would lose something. He didn't know the specific things, but his instinct told him that he couldn't die.
A hoarse voice hovered here, two groups of thousands of immortal souls, frantically approaching each other, five hundred feet, three hundred feet, two hundred feet... fifty feet, to twenty feet...