Devil Seeds

To Ke Xiaoliang, it was three random strikes, but in the eyes of those monks, it was full of extreme simplicity and extreme simplification.

Even at the expense of their souls, they had to imprint every detail of the three blows in their minds, and wait until later to figure it out slowly.

Because compared with Ke Xiaoliang's next operations and methods, it seems that the only thing they can see is these three strikes.

As for whether they can really research something out of this, it is not certain.

Many things may not be meaningful when they happen, but they have profound meaning until a long time later.

Back then when Pangu opened up the world, it might not have been the blind Jiba cut, and today, any trace of Pangu's opening up of chaos, but isn't it all a supreme opportunity?

So sometimes, meaning exists in communication, as well as the brewing and promotion of time.

Ke Xiaoliang didn't care what the monks thought or thought.

He's just doing what he's supposed to be doing.

With a wave of hands, all spirits are created, the vegetation on the earth prospers, and all kinds of creatures run freely.

In an instant, all races prospered.

Primitive civilizations are developing rapidly.

The Chaos Giant transformed by Ke Xiaoliang raised his head and roared, and then stood in front of an endless river of gods, his body disintegrated little by little.

A large amount of blood has been integrated into the mountains and rivers, into the vegetation, into the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, into everything in this world.

In the concept of this world, the Chaos Giant no longer exists.

But in the eyes of those monks, the chaotic giant has completely integrated into this world.

He is everything in this world.

Time flies by at the snap of Ke Xiaoliang's fingers.

The blood of the Chaos Giant merged with all things in the mountains and rivers, and various gods were born.

Most of the gods live in the God Realm and are in charge of everything in the world.

In the beginning, the three worlds communicated with each other, and humans and gods lived together. People worshiped and worshiped gods, and gods protected human beings from natural disasters.

And in this kind of mixed living, the blood of the gods inevitably flows into the mortal world.

The world has entered a new era.

As the pictures flow and the mountains and rivers change, countless descendants of the gods gallop across the land. They conquer each other, compete bravely, publicize the name of the gods, and publicize their own power.

Compared with the first ancient gods, they are more aggressive and human, full of truth, goodness and beauty, and also full of ugly evil and desire.

Birth of a new god... The first descendants of the gods developed the potential of their bodies to the extreme by refining their blood, and then climbed the pillars of heaven to enter the realm of the gods.

Then the God Realm shook, and the gods fought.

Some continue to hold the throne high and stand on the nine heavens, while others are driven into the ground, eternal springs.

Amidst the miserable laughter, the ancient god with blood dripping from his eyes and golden stripes on his back, which symbolizes flames, raised his head and broke the sky pillar.

So far, in the world of gods and humans, it is difficult to communicate.

A large number of Tianzhu fragments scattered on the ground, turning into all kinds of strange treasures.

The birth, development, and even evolution of the world are all passing quickly before the eyes of those monks.

It's like their souls soaked in some extremely mysterious realm, making a soul horse to kill chickens.

It's just... when they returned to God's Domain and gained a sense of reality again, they all felt lost.

They seemed to have gained something, as if they had understood something.

Check carefully, but get nothing.

However, they firmly believe that they are different, and some things have been buried in their souls, and they will not take root until they reach a sufficient level of cultivation and realm.

Ke Xiaoliang gave the monks three days to digest.

Let the wind about the new world blow for a while.

After the basic common sense of the new world, revealed by many observing monks, has almost become popular, the door of the new world is officially opened to many monks.

Among all the registered monk blood talisman options, there is an additional option of wild mythology.

So in an instant, a large number of monks chose to log in to enter the world of wild myths.

Conjectures about this world and the practical significance of this world have been analyzed in great detail by a large number of thoughtful monks.

Because of this, many monks flock to this world.

Even the monks who are far from reaching the peak of the primordial spirit, who have broken through the limit... They also hope that they can analyze a kind of mythical bloodline, and then spend plot points to exchange it.

The earlier you have the mythical bloodline, the more explicit and implicit convenience you will have.

As for the time ratio of the wild mythical world, Ke Xiaoliang has made a new adjustment, which is directly adjusted to a terrifying ratio of 100 to 1 compared with reality.

This allowed Ke Xiaoliang's daily consumption in this world to reach a new level, but it also allowed Ke Xiaoliang to obtain what he wanted in a shorter period of time.

After paying an entry fee of 10,000 points, Wang Yu also followed the crowd to the world of wild myths.

But the world did not unfold in reality before his eyes, but was a blur.

Before his eyes, there were hundreds of options.

And behind each option, the corresponding plot points are marked.

"A generation of descendants of the gods, the son of the ancient gods sealed in the amber of divine power, requires 1.5 billion plot points to activate."

"The family members of the new god, the lucky ones who have received the divine blood bestowed by the new god, need 1.2 billion plot points to activate."

"God Eater, an unknown creature in the depths of the abyss that has eaten the flesh and blood of the ancient god by chance. It needs a billion plot points to activate."

Wang Yu took a deep breath. Although he had long been used to this style of 'cheating money', he still felt an inexplicable sense of loss at this moment.

Quickly pull the options to the end. The last option is to consume one hundred plot points to randomly obtain identity and bloodline.

It is possible to obtain the status of the best generation of gods, or it is possible to become the worst abandoned god. The mythical blood in the body has been exhausted, and even the simple blood purification technique cannot be practiced, becoming a complete useless person.

Although the gambler's gene in his body is affecting his judgment, Wang Yu still made the right choice.

"I choose Ao'an Mountain, join the tribes of the husband, and the blood level is four." After the words fell, the last 100,000 plot points in Wang Yu's account were cleared at once.

After a moment, he felt like he was falling like a star, straight into a wild mountain forest.

The mountains were dead silent.

Unimaginable ferocious birds and beasts roared one after another in the depths of this majestic and deep mountain.

But Wang Yu felt that he was listening to the outside world through a 'diaphragm'.

"I...what's wrong with me?"

"Have you mastered your body yet?"

"No! No! I feel like I'm in... I'm in someone's belly!"

"I haven't been born yet?" Wang Yu was surprised at first, but then overjoyed.

He began to run the Demon Sect's Evil Embryo Sutra.

This is a method patented by Mozong monks for reincarnation and reconstruction. In the embryonic state, by absorbing the energy of the mother while preserving the innate energy, it is used to forge the foundation.

At the time of birth, it will definitely lead to the death of the life of the mother who conceived him.

And at the moment when Wang Yu was running the evil fetus meridian, a large amount of pure energy poured into Wang Yu's body.

The filling of energy was beyond Wang Yu's imagination.