Chapter 1780

Jiang Huan hung his head, and his thick beard covered half of his face. His body looked very dry, and his pupils were very dim. He was on the verge of death, and his inner life was dry.

It's normal.

No matter how powerful a magician in the world is, if he has been imprisoned in the forbidden magic prison for 20 years, and has been drained of all his magic, and surrounded by stone slabs to isolate magic, he will be difficult to survive. It's a miracle that Jiang Huan can live up to now.

The dark and humid cell was silent. As a dangerous person, no one would come near Jiang Huan. They are afraid of Jiang Huan. They are afraid that Jiang Huan has absorbed their soul with dangerous soul magic.

No one has been near him for 20 years. Even the delivery of rice is through a mechanical device. The cell was quiet. There had never been any sound in the past 20 years. It seemed that Jiang Huan had been forgotten by the world.

This makes Jiang Huan feel a little numb.

The world always says that he is an evil devil, but he knows that he is just an ordinary teenager, at least 20 years ago. All he did was to save his relatives and his family, but after saving everything, he was criticized and betrayed by everyone.

At first, he was as painful as ten thousand ants biting his heart, but after a long time, he was numb. After a long time of suffering, pain is no longer pain.

All his pain, all his anger, had disappeared, and there was no sorrow or desolation in his heart. It is hard to say that this situation is calm, but at least it is silent.

Twenty years of silence.

"You've run out of oil, and the lamp is withered. Your body is like catkins in the wind. It will only wither with the wind."

All of a sudden, a voice sounded in Jiang Huan's ear. It was Yang Xiaotian's voice. However, Yang Xiaotian did not use his original voice, but used a low voice full of evil.

It seems that the sound is living with some kind of confusion and evil will of ancient times. That is Jiang Huan, if ordinary people listen to such a voice, they will only feel boundless fear, then fall into madness, and finally die of bleeding.

Jiang Huan is still silent. In the past 20 years, he has heard too many voices, but most of them are just his auditory hallucinations. A small part of them are his self talk. He doesn't believe that he, who is forgotten by the world, will have anything to talk to him.

"Don't you believe in me? Jiang Huan. I have great kindness to you. Don't you feel aggrieved? You have saved the royal family of Jiang, but you have come to such a state. "

"The royal family of Jiang betrayed you, the gods betrayed you, and the world betrayed you. They only think that you are saving the Jiang royal family, but you actually want to keep the empire from chaos. You have saved the people of the whole country, but they don't appreciate you, and they even hate you. "

"Now in the fragmentary legend about you, you are such an evil magician, a cannibal. If you think about it, isn't that ironic? "

Yang xiaotiandao.

This voice broke Jiang Huan's biggest secret, that is, Jiang Huan's pursuit of world peace. The killing method he used was just to let others have a great fear and wipe out the possible war. Although he loved Jiang's royal family, he also loved the world.

No one has ever known this. Even the people closest to Jiang Huan and Jiang's royal family do not know that Jiang Huan, the demon king with blood on his hands, is actually pursuing world peace.

Therefore, Jiang Huan knew that what he was talking with was not auditory hallucination, nor was he talking to himself, but an existence. A great being, a mysterious being, an evil and terrible being.

"Who are you? gods? Magician or mortal? A wizard? Shaman? Or someone with ulterior motives? " Jiang Huan said in a dry voice.

It is reasonable to say that if a person has not been spoken to for 20 years, he will lose the function of language, and it will take a long time to recover. But Jiang Huan has not been affected, except for the voice is a little dry because he has not spoken for a long time, Jiang Huan's language function is normal.

"I am the old dominator, the evil god of ancient times, the great being who once dominated the world, the nameless God. My real name has magical power, you will be greatly affected when you hear it. Are you sure you want to listen? " Yang Xiaotian sneered.

"I don't need you to play tricks in front of me. Who on earth are you? No one in the world knows the gods better than I do. Those gods are just magicians with a higher level of magic than us. They think they are superior to all living beings. But in fact, they are small bellied, otherwise I would not end up like this. They are afraid of mortals, of my power. " Jiang Huan said coldly, "maybe you are the same."

Yang Xiaotian said: "since you are so arrogant, I will tell you my real name. I hope you don't regret it. Listen, my real name is kesuru... "

When Yang Xiaotian said the three words "kesulu", Jiang Huan seemed to see a kind of God like an octopus with bat wings and huge evil eyes. A terrible evil swept towards him. He felt a stabbing pain in his brain. Speechless terror spread in his heart. Blood left in his eyes

This is unspeakable terror.

Jiang Huan thought he had forgotten how to write fear, but at this moment, he knew how to write fear.

That's an evil god!

An ancient evil god.

Such an evil spirit, even if it leaks a breath, can make an ordinary person lose all his sense in an instant.

Although Jiang Huan's spiritual world is very strong, it is also inevitably affected. His body and mind have suffered heavy losses, and he must have a certain time to recover.

"You must have seen this kind of fear, but it's nothing. What you see is only one ten thousandth of my projection power." Yang xiaotiansha said, "I have greatly reduced my influence on you, otherwise, you will collapse and die now."

"I feel the power of you. I've never seen a God as powerful as you. You are indeed worthy of your name. You are the God of ancient times, you are the ruler of the old days, you are the existence of extreme evil. If you let your figure close to the real world, our whole world will collapse. " Jiang Huan said in a deep voice.