Devil Seeds

Ke Xiaoliang glanced at his magic value balance.

At this time, the balance of magic value has reached more than 700 million points unprecedentedly.

Among them, nearly 500 million were accumulated before.

The most important contribution is the emergence of the wasteland world, the Giant of Light.

And the remaining 200 million yuan was harvested in Duantianya, the world of Gaowu.

He raised his hand and spent 3 million points of magic points, and brought the box of spirits wrapped in Gu Tailang's head into the realm of the gods, and placed it in a separate empty room to seal it temporarily.

Ke Xiaoliang reached out and touched the solid ground.

"Consume the magic value...bring it to the wasteland world for me!" Ke Xiaoliang thought.

With the accumulated magical value, the gate was opened to release the water, and it flowed out with a splash.

The magic value of one hundred million disappeared in an instant.

The blood of the ancient god was not shaken at all.

Another 100 million magic value dissipated.

The blood of the ancient god finally began to waver slightly.

Even with it, the entire Gorefiend Palace shook.

Li Xingzhou, the lord of the Gorefiend Palace who had just withdrawn from Gaowu World, felt the turmoil around him, and instantly understood what was happening.

I was shocked and angry... even afraid.

Roared: "All the elders obey the order, and together with me, set up a large formation of Youquan Blood Sea, and fix the mountain gate, and absolutely don't let the villain succeed!"

It's not that he doesn't want to arrange for people to find out who is doing it, and in what way.

But at this moment, it was too late.

He had to make the most important decision and do everything he could to protect the most important treasures of the Gorefiend Palace, the Blood Sea Scripture and the Blood of the Ancient God.

A total of sixty-four elders of the Gorefiend Palace stood up, which was almost all the elders on the bright side of the Gorefiend Palace.

These elders, under the deployment of Li Xingzhou, respectively stood at the nodes of the formation, and then manipulated the palace guard formation in the Blood Sea Palace. After slightly changing the formation, it became more turbulent and surging. It also consumes more spiritual energy, mana, true energy, and the blood cloud and blood plasma accumulated in the Youquan blood sea formation.

In the mighty chaos, a long river of blood spanned the north and south of the sky, and then wrapped the entire gate of the Blood Demon Palace.

The Calamity Volcano under the blood cloud began to erupt.

What it ejected was not magma, but billowing blood gas and blood smoke.

Looking at the blood of the ancient god that stopped shaking.

Ke Xiaoliang once again consumed 200 million magic points.

At this time, Ke Xiaoliang spent 400 million magic points to collect the blood of the ancient gods into the wasteland world, which actually exceeded Ke Xiaoliang's psychological expectations.

The blood of the ancient god shook even more violently.

Under the influence, the blood cloud in the Blood Demon Palace began to collapse on a large scale.

All kinds of palaces, secret realms, and buildings superimposed on the blood cloud...all began to collapse.

The scattered blood clouds, like impurities, peeled off from the sky, and were blown away in the strong wind.

A large number of unsuspecting monks from the Blood Demon Palace were also thrown into the chaotic torrent and scattered in all directions.

The low-level monks who were not strong enough to fly fell from the high clouds, and then hit the ground, turning into a pulp.

The blood nest is broken!

Those 'blood cows' who were raised in captivity let out horrified and mournful howls.

In the group of 'Blood Cows', some 'Bison' who were captured for breeding are encouraging and encouraging with words. Those strong 'Blood Cows' let them resist bravely. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

They can run away, they can leave, they can be free and live like people.

Then the bison were knocked down by the strong blood bull.

In the confusion and panic, a large number of blood bulls trampled on the bison.

In the collapsed blood nest, several innocent souls were newly added.

The fifth billion!

Ke Xiaoliang consumed the magic value, which rose to the fifth billion.

At this time, almost half of the blood of the ancient gods had been stuffed into the wasteland world.

And in the wasteland world, lightning and thunder suddenly began, and there seemed to be something more in the restless air... There were more things that should have existed long ago, but never really existed.

Does anyone remember?

The wasteland world, the original name...Ke Xiaoliang called it the 'God's Tomb'.

This is the cemetery of the gods, the pasture of the gods, and the wasteland abandoned by the gods.

But it has no god!

Because Ke Xiaoliang doesn't understand God, and doesn't know what kind of God is, of course it is difficult for him to create God.

To create a high-level life that is far beyond one's own real realm without understanding or knowing, what one needs is an incalculable accumulation of magic points.

And there is a certain probability of losing control.

But now... with the influx of the blood of the ancient gods.

This world, it has a god... or the charm of a god, the breath of a god.

It is filling every corner of this world, and then actively, or even... quite appropriately, blending into the rules of this world.

The regular silk thread is like a net, and the net is on the periphery of the blood of the ancient gods, slowly penetrating towards the core.

This relieved Ke Xiaoliang's dreadful consumption of magic points to a certain extent.

The tug-of-war with the monks of the Blood Demon Palace has also begun to win an all-round victory.

There are many elders in the Blood Demon Palace, and many monks work together to stabilize the blood of the ancient god.

But Ke Xiaoliang has a world rule to help tug-of-war.

The 600 millionth!

The 600 million magic value was ignited.

This time, Ke Xiaoliang did not directly invest in the option of including the blood of the ancient gods into the wasteland world.

Instead, use all the 100 million magical points to construct the god of the wasteland world.

The God who originally existed in the mouth, in the story, in the legend.

In a distant New World.

On the continent carried by Leviathan, in a small, dilapidated, impoverished base city with extreme material shortages, in an ordinary down-and-out family, an unmarried and virgin girl gave birth in pain.

She gave birth to a girl with snow-white skin and sea-blue eyes, who were born with light.

In the wasteland world, the light is getting richer, and the darkness is getting thicker.

The eight giants of light who guarded Phoenix City and the Old Continent looked towards the direction of the New Continent, and issued an order to arrange a large number of high-level Demon Sealers to go to the New Continent to find the Holy Son and protect her.

But Matthew, who had already arrived in the New World, showed a mixture of madness and fanaticism.

"The Holy Son is born!"

"God... is back!"

"And I will also ascend the throne in the darkness, becoming the emperor of eternal night, the immortal ruler of darkness. Then let me...do what I have to do!"

"Father, omniscient and omnipotent, let me kill your incarnation in the mortal world under your guidance!" Matthew stood in the church without a cross, making a terrifying voice, many pure black messengers newly transformed by him, such as Like a flock, they flew away from the roof and scattered across the entire New World, looking for the newborn holy baby.

In reality... the moment the Holy Baby was born, the Blood of the Ancient God was completely 'programmed' and had a new 'identity'.

It was just a drop of blood thrown by an ancient god.

Although it is sacred, powerful, and contains countless truths and charms, it is only a drop of blood.

And now, a world... a brand new world, gave it the opportunity to truly become a god, how could it miss it?

It tends to be instinctive, and it also knows how to choose.

Therefore, the blood of the ancient gods mercilessly abandoned the blood demon palace that had supported it for tens of thousands of years, and fell into the arms of Ke Xiaoliang, becoming the symbol of the "god" in the wasteland world, and reincarnated as the newly born Holy Child.

A new day begins again!

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The fifth day of the fifth challenge!

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