Devil Seeds

Ke Xiaoliang always had such a weird smile, as if he always had only one expression.

However, he has a reason to laugh like this.

The development of some things is actually smoother than he originally expected.

Although the previous performance of the monks in Baotong World, it seems that it is not very eye-catching.

But in fact, when they came to the wild world and faced with the almost endless resources of the wild world, they completely let go of themselves and opened up the beasts imprisoned in their souls.

And some old guys who have been hiding in the Baotong world have also come to the wild world, bringing Ke Xiaoliang a huge surprise.

Any open world should not be underestimated.

No matter how introverted Baotong World is, its strength and heritage are beyond doubt.

At this time, in the vast and endless wilderness, darkness has enveloped the entire wilderness.

Huge fires lit up the surrounding fields.

A large number of barren warriors hid in tents stitched with animal skins, and under the light of the fire, they cast their shadows on some thinner fur.

These tents are connected with animal skins through special ropes.

Immersed in the darkness, like a huge beast crawling in the dark, gathering its minions.

Looking from afar, the fire became the eyes of this 'huge desolate beast', watching its surroundings.

The desolate beasts in the forest watched from a distance, smelling the strange smell coming from a distance, and dared not approach... dare not offend.

The ranks in the desolate beast circle are clearly defined, which has become a bargaining chip for the desolate people to use.

In the wild world, some tribes have mastered the method of lurking in the dark, and this way of pretending to be a giant wild beast is one of them.

The tent is very wide, and it seems that some kind of magic that can stretch the space has been cast.

This makes the overall regionality stronger, and all the barren warriors perform their duties here.

There are also some flowers and plants placed in the corners of the tent, so that the air in the tent is not turbid.

On the most central stone platform, sitting cross-legged is the high priest of the Gale Tribe. Although he was born less than ten years ago, he has already won the trust of the tribe.

Naturally, the identity of this high priest...is not simple.

He is actually a true immortal monk from Baotong World, an old guy whose immortal soul was wounded and could only hide in one world, not daring to go out.

But in Baotong World, everyone calls him... Great Elder.

The Gale tribe is one of the largest tribes in this world.

The many clans under the Dafeng Tribe enshrine different gods and have different bloodlines.

And what Dafeng Tribe enshrines is the 'King' among the new gods, who is revered as 'Xihuang'.

Xi Huang used to be the son of the ancient god 'Feng Shen', but imprisoned his father and became one of the masters of the God Realm.

Since then, he has not left any real blood in the world.

It's just that his tribe, relying on Xihuang's name and care, occupied the best hunting grounds and became the most powerful tribe.

On the left and right sides of the high priest are the leaders of various tribes.

"It's up to you to explain!" The high priest said to a warrior who looked sluggish, as if he hadn't rested for a long time.

The soldier was in a trance, and did not immediately respond to the high priest.

Instead, he shook his head after being repeatedly reminded by a tribe leader next to the high priest.

Then he talked upside down.

"I remember...it was an extremely huge altar, and the altar was in the shape of a pentagon."

"In the center of the five corners is a circular high platform. On a golden chair, sits a tall, burly, sacred and stalwart figure. He is both darkness and light, the end and the beginning, the master of everything, and the All exiles."

"He told me that He is the god of the night, the ruler of the boundless shadows, the guide of the dawn, and the supreme light of the future."

"He let me believe in him, worship him, respect him as Lord, and I will gain the supreme glory and the power within my reach."

The man looked a little excited, and then began to struggle again. The blood of the gods was constantly rioting in his body, as if it was about to tear his body apart at any time.

"I want to struggle. I am the descendant of Emperor Xi, a divine warrior with the highest bloodline. I am... I am a follower of the God of the Night?"

"I am the High Priest of the God of the Night, pagans...believe in me! You will gain true eternal life." The man with a sluggish expression seemed to enter another state because of a momentary memory, and another paragraph was derived. personality.

Clap clap...!

On the man's body, blood vessels burst open one after another.

In an instant, he was dyed red and turned into a blood man.

The high priest of the Dafeng Tribe and the great elder of the Baotong World stretched out a finger and pointed at the man's forehead.

The next moment, in the eyes of the high priest, a boundless green land appeared.

In the endlessly spreading rotten mud, skeletons with thick bones crawled out of the mud one by one, with green phosphorescent flames burning in their eyes, crawling towards him.

The high priest was not afraid.

In the long years of his life, he has experienced countless dangers, and the risk in front of him doesn't even make it into the top 30.

"Do you want to become a god too?"

"Relying on stealing other people's blood, relying on taking other people's beliefs?"

"I know that there are many guys like you who are self-righteous...but they all failed without exception." The high priest said coldly.

After the former walkers succeed along a certain road, the first thing they do is not to widen the road they came from, but to cut it off!

The new gods became gods in this way, sealing their parents.

Naturally now they don't want to be replaced in the same way.

The tall figure waved his hand, and rows of skeletons rushed forward, soon to overwhelm the high priest.

They have been rotting, struggling for so long that they have forgotten pain and time.

Even so, they hope that more people can become like them and sink into decay with them, endlessly.

The strong wind was roaring, the thunder was flickering, and with the explosion of a thunderstorm, the skeletons were turned into fly ash.

On the cheeks of the high priest, strange and miraculous patterns emerged.

Feng is the blood of the wind god inherited by the Dafeng tribe, and Lei... is the divine power bestowed by Emperor Xi.

With the combination of wind and thunder, there are very few forces in the world that originate from the laws of nature and can resist.

The cyan thunder kept flickering in the cyan world. Every flash of thunder turned into a thunder spear, and there were pieces of skeletons falling down. But more skeletons crawled out of the mud, seemingly endless.

"This dream is under my control. As long as I want, there are as many skeletons as I want, endless death, and a cycle of endless decay. So many skeletons can make you fight until you run out of fuel, but they won't Any reduction." The tall figure sneered, looking down at the high priest.

The high priest frowned. Sure enough, although the surrounding skeletons were constantly being smashed, they did not see any decrease.

A skeleton that had just crawled out of the mud grabbed the high priest's ankle with its claws.

The high priest's thigh trembled, and a thunderbolt spewed out along a small meridian. The thunder like a blade cut off the skeleton's claws. With a stamped foot, a large amount of thunder power was injected into the ground, and pieces of it remained in the mud. Skeletons in shatter.

"Since these skeleton men are killing endlessly, let's deal with you directly."

Before the sound came out completely, the body of the high priest moved first, turned into thunder and lightning, and rushed towards the tall figure on the altar.

In this world, this young and energetic body with a strong bloodline made the High Priest feel extra refreshed.

He hadn't fought like this for a long time.

So even if he had a better way to solve the problem at hand, he still chose the toughest and most drastic way.

In reality, both body and soul became a lethargic man on the battlefield, his eyes bulging, and then suddenly exploded.

He completely turned into a blood man.

"How courageous!" The demigod's soul who tried to smuggle to become a true god uttered such a roar.

Seeing the high priest coming straight towards him, the tall figure snorted coldly. Facing the fist of the high priest, who was mixed with wind and thunder, he was condescending, and suddenly several shadows were pulled out in front of him, and the shadows ran rampant , directly tearing the surrounding world apart, exuding a rotten and dark atmosphere, a very strong thigh, like a giant axe, slashed towards the head of the high priest.

Instead of using traditional magic, both of them subconsciously chose to fight hand-to-hand.

They all have their own plans, and they don't want the true god to intervene in this battle.

The high priest clenched his fists and clasped his arms together, forming a cross shape and suddenly blocked the heavy blow.

After the blow, the shadow dissipated, and the tall figure was still on the altar without moving a bit.

The ground under the high priest's feet was cracked with fine cracks.

In reality, the high priest took a small step back slowly, the nails on his fingers were shattered, and then he pressed his palm on the forehead of the languid man.

But the dispirited man had already bled from his seven orifices, and his spirit platform collapsed.

Even if I'm alive now... I won't live long in the future.

"You want to swallow me, you want to get my accumulation. Sure enough...you show disdain for me, just because I did something you wanted to do but didn't dare." The tall figure faced the high priest , a dark aura emanates out, trying to swallow it up at all times.

"Have you thought about it? Yes, that's what I planned!"

"Not only you, but also false gods such as Twilight, Afterglow, Hunting, Contract, and Knotting. I will draw them out one by one, and then plunder them." The high priest... No! It was the Great Elder who completely exposed his sharp fangs.

If the road that others have walked is not working, then try to find a way to walk again.

Since relying on collecting blood, gathering all faith to become a god is a dead end.

Then hunt down the false gods who are doing it.

The high priest shouted violently, his body was like thunder, he shuttled like the wind, his feet were connected, the ground was completely broken, and he stepped on the altar, and the altar made of huge stones collapsed into pieces at the place where the high priest stepped down gravel.

Of course, all of these are just the figurations carried by the soul of the languid man.

It wasn't the stone that was shattered... but the man's soul.

His fist was as fierce as thunder, and with a strong thunderstorm sound, he smashed towards the tall figure again.

Around the tall figure's body, shadows converged, and two figures emerged from the shadows, running towards the high priest at the same time.

This time, the two figures waved their left and right legs respectively, kicked at the same time from two different directions, and kicked fiercely towards the head of the high priest. If they were allowed to kick him hard, the high priest's head would definitely explode like a rotten watermelon.

From the soul world to the reality, the body of the high priest in the wild world will also be blown to pieces.

However, at this moment, the high priest's body twisted like a boneless snake, and the whole body was folded at 180 degrees. His hands were propped on the ground, and his feet rose into the air, spinning rapidly like a whirlwind.

In the midst of the wind and thunder, his legs collided with those of the two shadow figures, making a violent explosion sound.

The two figures were kicked to death by the high priest's legs, and the high priest's body, which had stepped on the altar, was also thrown away by the strong collision, and fell into the crowd of skeletons again.

In the tent, all the flames rose suddenly.

Looking from the outside of the tent, it looked like a giant beast was emitting black smoke, spewing out thick black mist.

The desolate beasts who were peeping and suspicious subconsciously fled in panic and hid further.

"Give up! I can have as many shadow figures as I want, but your body will never allow you to fight with such high intensity for too long." On the high altar, a tall figure sound came out.

The high priest's mind was not shaken at all. Since he took the initiative to lure this false god out, he was absolutely sure of dealing with him.

Waving his fists, he knocked out the skeletons one by one.

After blazing a trail again, thunder and lightning appeared all over the high priest's body, and blue wind knives spontaneously surrounded him.

The high priest ran towards the tall altar again.

In an instant, under the control of the tall figure, four shadow figures emerged from the dark corner. They were mixed with a strange aura, divided into four angles, and went straight to the high priest's temple, throat, heart and genitals. The point is coming.

"One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen...infinite, how much can you fight? In the dream world, the gods are invincible. I have proved the body of the god in the dream. In my dreams, I am the invincible god of night and shadows." The tall figure sneered, looking down at the high priest, and retreated steadily under the siege of the four shadow figures.

"The God of Dreams? Do you think you are the only one who knows?" The high priest laughed loudly.

The next moment, he became incomparably huge, and even imitated the figure of Ke Xiaoliang when he created the world.

He was originally a fairy, but now he is just transforming into a god in another world, and he is walking the same path he has walked.

What's more, this is just an illusory dream.

The god of dreams is much weaker and more false than the god of reality.

The huge body crushed the eight shadow figures.

At the same time, the sluggish man's body was completely shattered.

And in this shattered body, the High Priest grabbed the snake that was trying to get away.

The so-called God of Shadow and Night is actually a desolate snake no more than three feet long.

The high priest directly sent the snake to his mouth, and then bit Qicun hard.

Take a hard breath.

All the energy and energy were sucked into the belly of the high priest.

And there was a thunderous grunt from the high priest's chest and abdomen.

"Another kind of debris was collected."

"It only needs to have three or two more, and they can be assembled into a whole, turning into a god in this world, and then through the feedback of this world, affecting reality... I will repair the fairy soul and regain my life." Thinking Here, the high priest is excited.

But she didn't know that it was precisely because he was close to success that someone's evil eyes focused on him.

What is the magic value of a true immortal like?

Goodnight everybody!