The north wall is broken, the Luo River is dry, the red land is thousands of miles, and the earth dragon turns over.

In this world, some things will be remembered by someone after all.

What I have said is not justified and should not be fulfilled.

Qin Hao, let's call him Qin Hao for the time being.

He staggered, walked in the Western Qin Desert, and lost his way.

Wait, he seems to have committed suicide?

Actually, yes.

In a sense, he was indeed dead.

But, on another level.

His body was dead, but his spirit was still alive and could not be dissipated.

Now he looks like an old man.

This was Qin Hao's 367th begging for death.

Nearly sixty years have passed since the death of the immortals.

For sixty years, he begged for death.

None of them succeeded.

He was a man who did not believe in fate and never accepted fate.

The same strange thing happened to the previous many times of begging for death.

That is, he was unconscious when he died.

When I woke up, I had a different body.

Whose body does this body belong to?

He didn't know it at first.

Later, the number of deaths increased, and he summed up the pattern.

Every time he died, the divine soul in the sea of consciousness could not naturally dissipate after the death of ordinary people under the effect of some kind of curse.

Qin Hao's divine soul contained the cause and effect of too many people, and after Qin Hao's death, his will alone could not make the other parts die willingly with him.

Under this stubborn obsession for survival, its spirit will automatically seek out the living creatures around it and forcibly take it away.

The first is to find people, then to demon beasts, and finally to mortal beasts without reason.

Qin Hao has never been a bug, which means that ordinary bugs should not be.

Probably because bugs don't have brains.

In the past sixty years, every death has been an alternative rebirth for Qin Hao.

During this period, he has become a woman, a child, a big man, a dog, a cat, and even a ninth-order demon beast that has just died.

At that time, that ninth-order demon beast had probably just been killed by a human powerhouse and accidentally ran into him.

Finally, when he woke up, he found a group of people surrounded him with weapons.

They are all people from Western Qin, and most of them are still known to Qin Hao.

Meeting old acquaintances like this, Qin Hao felt a little dramatic.

He was embarrassed to say to his former subordinates: I am your military advisor!

Qin Hao was a little surprised at the time, and let them kill him without resisting.

It was a very strange feeling, like seeing a ghost alive.

Everything in the past sixty years is like a strange circle, trapping Qin Hao in this world and preventing him from leaving.

God seems to be using his Su to wake up again and again and tell Qin Hao:

You can't die.

You can't die anyway.

Although this is the case for the time being.

But Qin Hao was still unconvinced.

Whether he was a child in his previous life or Qin Hao in this life, he never accepted his fate.

So, here he is.

The desolate West Qin Desert.

After dying more than three hundred times, Qin Hao had already figured out the range that his divine soul could reach.

That's about ten zhang around.

Within ten zhang, after his death, the divine soul automatically selects the body with the most powerful vitality and forcibly takes it away.

Ten zhang away, then I'm embarrassed, I can only watch dryly.

This has been verified by him and confirmed that it is accurate.

At that time, he tied up mortals of different levels of physical strength in places ranging from him to different distances.

In the end, after many verifications and several deaths, he found that Shizhang was the range he was able to spread.

It is worth mentioning that the subjects he automatically picks do not pay attention to gender.

This point was understood after Qin Hao was a woman with five big and three rough years a few times.

His thoughts gradually fell, Qin Hao took out a few branches from the storage bag and drew a large circle on the desert.

The diameter of the circle is twenty zhang.

In order to enclose the small place of twenty zhang with branches and become a circled area, Qin Hao emptied the storage bag.

Fortunately, this old man prepared a lot of firewood at home, which saved Qin Hao a lot of effort.

He looked around to make sure there were no people around.

But he still wasn't at ease.

Suddenly a place in the middle of the desert was fenced off, which was a little strange.

If someone passes by, they may come in and take a look out of curiosity.

We can't let that happen.

So, Qin Hao tore off the clothes on his body, tore them into strips of cloth, and hung them on the branches around him.

And, he also wrote on the strip of cloth:

Don't come in, you'll die.

"No one should come to this kind of place, right?"

After Qin Hao did all this, he took out his dagger and muttered to himself.

Qin Hao's most beautiful rebirth was when he opened his eyes and found that he had become a monk in a fairyland.

It was as if it had risen from the ground.

At that time, he commanded the man's body, and he didn't feel the slightest sense of disobedience.

Everything seems to be in his own hands, turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain.

Fortunately, he is a determined person who wants to die, otherwise he would definitely live another life through this person's body and identity.

So, that time, he adopted the most dignified way of death of a monk and blew himself up.

It wasn't the first time Qin Hao had tried his best to die.

The Western Qin Desert is not the first place where he feels that there must be no living creatures.

Every time he woke up for one strange reason or another.

Therefore, he is now worried.

He knew that as long as someone came, even if that person was a True Nine Realm, they might all be taken away by him.

Qin Hao sat quietly for a long time, silent in his ears.

He dug a large pit and buried a large knife upside down in the sand, revealing only the large blade outside.

Then, Qin Hao took out another knife and cut his wrists and ankles.

In an instant, the blood flowed like a torrent.

Qin Hao pressed the tip of the knife against his heart and pounced hard.

This big knife was very sharp, and it poked Qin Hao in the heart at once.

He closed his eyes in satisfaction and fell into unconscious darkness once more.

He died soon after.

I don't know how long it took, but this small place in a radius of ten feet was gradually covered with a strange purple.

This purple belongs to the kind of purple that you can't ignore at a glance.

This is Qin Hao's huge divine soul.

At this time, his spirit was wandering unconsciously, centering on the old man's bones, searching everywhere.

Always wandering in the circle drawn by Qin Hao.

After January, a light rain fell from the sky.

This place turned into a meadow like a ghost.

Inside the branches of the trees is a green meadow.

Beyond the branches, there is an endless desert.

Logically speaking, that light rain was definitely not enough for the grass seeds in the sand to grow so luxuriantly.

However, something even weirder is yet to come.

For the rest of the year, it rains frequently in the sky above the ten feet of meadow.

Soon, the leafy blades of the grass gradually grew (g) past the branches.

These branches were piled up by the old man at home and chopped down to be burned as firewood, and each one was as long as a calf.

However, the grass was so dense that it covered the branches.

Looking down from the sky, there is no trace of a tree branch on the edge of this small earth.

I couldn't even see the bones of Qin Hao, who was in the center.

But fortunately, this is the longest time Qin Hao has died, although it will definitely be broken by the people who came here.

But it's also worth rejoicing.

It was one step closer to the eternal death that Qin Hao wanted.

The good times didn't last long, and one day a year later, a god flying in the sky discovered the strangeness here.

There is a deep green dot in the yellow desert, which is very eye-catching.

This person's cultivation is not weak, and he reached the Divine Mystery Realm in the Upper Three Realms a few days ago.

He stepped on the flying sword and fell without much thought.

The moment he saw this meadow, he intuitively felt that this place was strange, and he retreated dozens of feet away.

He knew exactly what that purple patch of grass meant.

In time, there were many monks of the Demon Dao who died and endangered the world, and deliberately set up a formation in the place where they were sitting, so that their souls lingered and became resentful spirits.

He couldn't tell if the people who died here were the kind of people who lacked morality.

So he stood outside the meadow and looked at it for a long, long time.

Those who gaze into the abyss must remember that the abyss is also staring at you, and the dragon slayer boy will eventually become an evil dragon.

The man slowly looked at him for a long time, as if he was fascinated by something.

Suddenly, he didn't know what he saw, his eyes turned red, his face collapsed, and he cried.

Then he rushed into the purple cloud as if he were enchanted.

As he rushed in, he cried, "You're still alive, you're still alive......"

Who he cares about, no one knows.

About a day later, he walked out.

He walked out with a heavy sigh.

"Failed again, how did this guy run in?"

Qin Hao looked at his new body, then looked back at the place he had arranged.

It was full of sand, and except for the fact that the branches had withered and aged a little from the sun, everything else was exactly the same as when he died.

There was a white bone in the middle of the branch that died on the big knife, and it should be himself.

It stands to reason that such scenes are very common in the Western Qin Desert.

Just a few more pieces of wood.

There are also warnings attached to the strips of cloth tied to the wood.

Could it be that this guy is a person who likes to come forward when he meets a dead person?

Or was his curiosity aroused by the words on the strip of cloth?

Qin Hao couldn't figure it out.

He thought it through, but he didn't have a clue.

Finally, he plucked one of his hair and calculated what had happened here.

The hair quickly turned gray and finally turned to ashes.

After a while, he muttered to himself, "It's normal here, what did this person see, and fly down from the sky?"

In Qin Hao's field of vision, this person glanced down, and then flew down.

A desert of yellow sand flew down here.

There must be a problem.

Qin Hao narrowed his eyes, thinking about where there was a mistake in his calculations.

He thought that the moon and stars were rare.

Just as a person cannot speak of himself, the person concerned cannot go against his original intention hidden in the depths of his heart.

Qin Hao still found nothing in the end.

Early the next morning.

Qin Hao found that something in this person's storage bag was trembling.

So, he took it out and looked at it.

It's a token with the word 'Gui' written on it, and it's hot.

Each of the monastic sects that has become a climate has its own unique means of communication.

After sorting out the memories of this person, Qin Hao accepted his identity.

He was a man who died the woman he loved.

After surviving the disaster of the sea of beasts, he bowed to the evening court.

Now, because he has just broken through the realm and become a monk in the upper three realms, he has been exceptionally promoted.

Qin Hao read the promotion rules that this person had about the evening court and shook his head.

"It's another organization that only allows state officials to set fires, and doesn't allow people to light lamps. ”

"The merits of a lifetime are not worth the words of a big man, and they must be called beautifully: only ask about the law, not about human feelings. ”

"!"

After Qin Hao complained a few words, he had a very bad impression of the evening court.

He wanted to turn a blind eye to the command to call him back.

Suddenly, something occurred to him.

So, after hesitating for a moment, he trembled and rode away with his sword and rushed to the city of wealth.

......

Wealth City.

As the main territory of the two surviving bases, the current Shengcai City is different from the real Shengcai Ancient City.

Originally, it was a city with a radius of about 40 miles, but after a series of expansions and a series of attachments by others, it became a city within a city.

What is a city within a city?

That is, those who sought refuge spontaneously built houses outside the city of wealth, and gradually formed a large human town.

The real city of wealth is surrounded by those people.

Those who are in it don't mind.

Once there is an irresistible sea of beasts, these people are still ready-made cannon fodder.

Let them build a city outside the city.

He also does not occupy his own place, and comes to the city from time to time to consume and contribute materials.

Why not?

The authorities could not find a reason to refuse.

After Qin Hao returned to the headquarters of the evening court, he received a task.

Go to the Oriental family and trace the past.

In fact, when he received this task, Qin Hao was quite surprised.

Because, this matter is related to an old man he knows very well.

However, the rhetoric of those who were in the evening court was not quite what he remembered.

The man whom the evening court sent him to investigate was described as an extremely dangerous demon, almost murderous and robbing, and doing all kinds of evil.

Among them, in order to convince Qin Hao of their rhetoric, those people in the evening court also took the trouble to cite dozens of examples.

Dozens of examples have been compiled into dossiers.

This dossier was now placed in Qin Hao's storage bag.

Qin Hao witnessed the hypocrisy of the people in the evening court, and he was extremely disgusted with the word "evening court".

In order not to reveal his identity, Qin Hao accompanied them in a play.

Originally, Qin Hao didn't bother to do these things that cater to others.

However, the name of the person sent by the evening court to check on him was Hatoasa.

Qin Hao became interested.

Hatoasa will not die.

He had already arrived.

However, he remembered that he should no longer have a relationship with that Hatoasa, right?

Why, now I have been sent to check the dove?

He trusted his arithmetic and felt that something was not quite right.

So, with a hint of doubt, Qin Hao set off.

The homecoming of the poor bosom friend.

Qin Hao came here, stood outside the door, and looked at the scene in the inn with a good look.

At this moment, a woman's impulsive cry came from the depths of the second floor of the inn.

There is no sadness in this kind of crying, it belongs to her own failure to withstand the pleasure of wanting to die.

Qin Hao understood as soon as he heard this voice, and rolled his eyes.