Devil Seeds

Ma Ying, who was once beaten to death by Ke Xiaoliang, is also a true immortal.

Of course, there should also be some kind of power of the mind to interfere with reality.

However, he was killed too quickly, and Ke Xiaoliang never gave Ma Ying a chance to use this method.

And Ke Xiaoliang would not choose to test the methods and standards of the real immortal at that point in time.

Indeed, psychic powers are the most versatile of any other kind of psychic power.

Its versatility even far surpasses physical strength.

Because there are some worlds of pure spiritual bodies that can indeed dissolve the physical body and make the body an illusion.

However, no matter how materialistic the world is, the existence of the mind cannot be denied, because the mind is the foundation of life. When the body without the mind is active, it can only be called a machine. What forms the paradox is that once the mind transcends the constraints of matter, it is extremely idealistic in itself, and does not need to obey any external rules and constraints at all.

Mind... This power is free and powerful.

It's just... It's not easy to really master it.

Among the heavens and worlds, there are many extraordinary systems that will tap out the power of the soul in advance.

But they are all very shallow. Before the mythology, it is impossible to point directly to the core. Instead, it sets up some frameworks like other supernatural pathways, and then inserts this force triggered by violence into this framework arbitrarily, in an attempt to control it in advance. it.

As a result, it is more likely to form a cognitive barrier, which hinders the release of the true heart.

"However, to become a myth, you still need to change your own life form. That's because the body is always the carrier of the mind. Although the mind has infinite possibilities, it must first have a body with greater possibilities."

"It's like an art creator who can construct imaginative imaginations in his mind, but different physical qualities, the effects of presenting these imaginations are not the same. Artists with better physical conditions, with the same experience, Under the premise of ability, the content expressed must be better than the art creators in poor physical condition. This is the prison set by the body for the mind."

"Changing the body is to further release the mind. And a better body can release a higher upper limit of the mind. This may be one of the mysteries of immortals and gods." Ke Xiaoliang summed up his thoughts, and then Instantly filled into the whole world.

Let the wild world become thicker and thicker with the changes in his concept and experience.

Just as the world is constantly feeding back various abilities and information to Ke Xiaoliang, Ke Xiaoliang is also improving and feeding back to the world.

Ke Xiaoliang is not a blood-sucking worm lying on top of many worlds.

On the top of Xihuang Mountain, above the battlefield.

The battle between the two true immortals is still going on.

Zhang Baicheng descended from the sky, but released the non-existent green flame from his heart.

At this moment, Li Chenghai is not afraid of it.

Looking up at Zhang Baicheng who fell from the sky, more water arrows condensed into the huge waves Li Chenghai set off.

In the blink of an eye, three full layers had already been laid out.

Not only that, but there is a fine water line between the layers of water arrows, which has the effect of mobilizing the whole body.

That is to say, when some of the water arrows come into contact with Zhang Baicheng, the rest of the water arrows will surround and wrap up.

It is completely a combination of coverage attack and precision strike.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The wings on Zhang Baicheng's back were still shaking and flapping.

With every slap, there was a sonic boom.

Zhang Baicheng's increased speed over short distances was even more astonishing.

Clang!

The knife in Zhang Baicheng's hand swung out again, with a determination different from before, as if it had washed away all the rust.

The knife was clearly made of stone, but at this moment it shone with a metallic luster, with a sharp edge.

The faint blue and cyan fire wrapped around the blade, and under the blessing of the extremely strong speed, it formed an extremely strong impact force.

Speed, flames, vibrations, and the resolute killing intent extending from the will, all gathered together, covered the seemingly ordinary stone knife, but collided with an unimaginable roar.

At this time, Zhang Baicheng swung his knife, and vaguely overlapped with some figures from thousands of years ago, completing the overlap of the different world.

After all, Zhang Baicheng hadn't completely 'cold' yet.

In his chest, the blood that had been stimulated was still warm.

Some fights have long been forgotten, some tactics have long been rusted, and some sounds have long been away for many years.

This rematch... is like a dragon getting out of trouble, and a tiger coming out of the gate.

It is the mania that has been suppressed for a long time and suppressed for many years.

When the sound of the saber blare resounded, a cold chill surged from the bottom of the heart involuntarily.

It seems to be stimulating the little fear and fear in people's hearts.

This should also be regarded as a small trick that monks from the Ten Demon Sects should be used to.

The Ten Demon Sect is used to plotting and plotting, and is used to scheming behind the scenes. In fact, it started with the black-hearted old man.

Although the former Heart Demon Sect used their minds to become demons and kill people, they were not inclined to use any means.

Killing hearts with swords and killing people's will and mind can be regarded as one of the methods of the school.

At this time, Zhang Baicheng looked like a ostentatious angel who had fallen from heaven to the mortal world.

What was received head-on was the raging sea from the world.

However, facing the three giant nets of water arrows connected in series, Zhang Baicheng did not have the slightest fear, and did not retreat at all.

Even if he wants to smash the world with a knife, he also needs to prove his fierce and tyrannical intentions.

All emotions in the world are like a net, and the situation is like a tide. In the tide of the net, people drift with the tide and cannot control themselves.

At this moment, you need to draw your sword!

Just chop and chop, just chop and chop!

And regardless of whether it can kill a Qingming.

And regardless of whether you can open a smooth road.

The giant net was shattered one by one.

Thousands of water arrows surrounded Zhang Baicheng's body, wrapping him into a big water ball.

The brilliance of the faint blue and green is constantly refracted from the water polo, and it is still brilliant.

Vaguely, Zhang Baicheng even thought of that night thousands of years ago.

As a servant, he stoned his young master to death on the way to Kuodaomen Mountain Gate to select disciples.

That was the first time he challenged fate.

When he put on the young master's clothes, picked up the letter of recommendation belonging to the young master, and usurped the identity of the young master... everything reversed and changed at that point in time.

If he hadn't had that kind of courage then.

Perhaps he has already turned into a pile of bones.

That was the first time he tried his best to break the thigh of the Goddess of Destiny.

Then he slammed into it hard, hard.

"Zhang Baicheng...is this my name?"

"its not right!"

"My name is Eryu. More than one is redundant, and one more is redundant. For my parents, I am the superfluous after the superfluous. It is just the bitter fruit they have no choice but to get after they can't bear the animal desire."

At this time, Zhang Baicheng seemed to have seen the scene of being tied up in the market by his father with straw tags again.

That was his humblest, weakest, and weakest past.

And now... when he fell, he finally had the courage to face himself like this.

Boom!

The water polo shattered, and Zhang Baicheng continued to use the saber, just like before, just like before, just like before, and far away from the past.

Looking at Zhang Baicheng's knife, Li Chenghai suddenly felt that... all the means he deployed could not stop the knife.

This is his intuition summed up from years of fighting experience.

So subconsciously, Li Chenghai took a small step back, staggering a position from where he was standing before.

It's just that this staggered position... is very likely to be a staggered world.

Some people don't know when they are behind.

This backwardness lies in inadvertently, between cowardice, between being unable to persevere...not being able to see oneself clearly.

boom!

The waves on the high cliff suddenly roared.

In front of Li Chenghai, there were ferocious water dragons, the huge waves they set off were majestic and majestic, and the huge net of water arrows entrenched seemed to be able to stop everything.

But... the knife fire and the heart fire, driven by the wind blowing at speed, spread crazily with a more thorough prairie fire.

When this knife falls.

Li Chenghai seemed to see a ferocious and ferocious young man smashing his face fiercely with a stone.

It's so ordinary, so rough, so simple to drop... but it makes him vaguely feel that he can't resist it.

What is irresistible is not the movement.

It's the deep-seated determination hidden in these actions.

One's origin, one's background, one's background, one's personal connections... It's too difficult to change these! too difficult! too difficult!

The same thing, some people can do it so easily.

But some people need to be frightened, looking forward and backward for a long time before they dare to slowly test and move forward... Even in this, they are subjected to various pressures, ridiculed for being incompetent, ridiculed for being timid, and ridiculed for being cowardly. Sarcasm is useless.

Because they can't afford to fail, because they can't look back at any one time.

Behind them, there is no mountain, but a cliff.

A huge wave came, and some people sailed away in a sailboat.

However, some people were washed back to the shore and returned to the original point.

This knife did not cut Li Chenghai!

It is fate... It is unwillingness to fate.

It's unfair to fate!

It is the resentment and poison accumulated in Zhang Baicheng's heart... even forgotten, and it is another self hidden under his identity and personality.

It was Ke Xiaoliang who awakened his self.

But at this moment, he wants to use this self as the edge of the knife to cut a brand new destiny for him.

At this moment, Li Chenghai had to be horrified to find that the changing divine body and the divine light flowing on his body seemed unable to withstand the ravages of this terrible blade, and suddenly exploded into countless spots of light, and then retreated towards the surroundings.

Many of the fighters who were still fighting and colliding around the battlefield of the two also stopped one after another.

Then he stopped, looking in shock at Zhang Baicheng's self-relieving knife.

Such a knife...it's so beautiful!

But beauty is only the most superficial definition of it.

Like its blade, it records a kind of cruelty.

The cruelty and cruelty of the human heart, the cruelty and cruelty of the world, and the cruelty and cruelty above the blade, have actually completed a kind of unity of the Trinity.

The sights of the gods, under Ke Xiaoliang's unity, all aimed at them.

The pressure of sight made Li Chenghai almost unable to breathe, but Zhang Baicheng didn't seem to notice it.

If a dog has nine sons, there must be a mastiff.

In a place like the Ten Devil Sects, there are certainly many people who are scheming and scheming.

However, there will always be some people who gradually become different and are better at frontal attacks... and they are exceptionally outstanding.

No matter how stretched Zhang Baicheng's hips were when he entered the Real Demon Realm.

But back then, he really... asserted himself in a world.

Under the long knife, he is invincible.

It is not as weak as Ke Xiaoliang, who was the suzerain of the Ten Demon Sect before.

Those who can rely on their own strength to go out of the small world and become a real fairy-level powerhouse will never have a simple role.

It's just time and high-pressure experiences that have stained their dignity and ego.

Zhang Baicheng awakened Li Chenghai one step ahead... It also means that this battle seems to be locked in the winner.

The fire spread and ignited the majestic sea.

Heartfire burns the unwillingness and resentment in people's hearts.

Li Chenghai almost smelled the breath of death.

This kind of flame that ignites the soul will never stop in another world.

It can even trace ideas and spread them into reality....

Li Chenghai at this time...has only realized it later.

He knew he was standing on the precipice of despair.

Take another step back, and you will see the abyss.

The real Li Chenghai looked at Zhang Baicheng frantically and in horror.

"Do you dare to kill me?"

"Are you going to kill me? Are you crazy?" Li Chenghai questioned Zhang Baicheng.

They are all just the pawns of those real big men in the Real Demon Realm. They are also dogs, but they all need to look at the face of their masters. Even if they hate each other to death, they should show some affection and pay attention to scale and proportion when they strike.

But now, Zhang Baicheng has crossed this limit and didn't care about this measure.

He just wanted to kill Li Chenghai...whether in another world or in reality.

but why?

Is it because of the little income in the different world?

Is it because the so-called gods are watching?

Is it just because of...a little bit of divine blood reward?

They are so immortal!

A true immortal who is at the same level as a god!

Although the so-called mythical bloodline still has a supplementary effect on true immortals, it is by no means eager for it like ordinary people.

Why?

what is this?

Li Chenghai's eyes revealed such questioning.

At the same time, in reality, he began to use various means to cut off the connection between himself and his clone in the wild world.

He cannot be influenced, cannot be implicated.

He wants to live!

To live a long time! long time!

He remembered... It was not easy in the past, it was not easy, he survived the Gorefiend Palace, and he got to his current position step by step.

Turning around, Li Chenghai actually escaped in reality.

And this kind of escape also affected him in the wild world.

When the net of thousands of arrows woven by the water waves is easily torn and evaporated.

Under the swirling of several water dragons, as many as dozens of Li Chenghai, refracted by the water waves, fled in different directions at the same time.

At this moment, he even wants to jump off the top of Xihuang Mountain and escape from this battlefield.

This was the only escape incident that happened on the top of Xihuang Mountain.

The mosasaurus god has already turned into a thick cloud in the sky.

His anger has been fully displayed in its form.

A brave man dies on the battlefield, and his heroic soul has an afterglow.

But the cowardly escape death, and are spurned even while they are alive.

In the real world, avoiding death in order to live, no matter what the circumstances, seem to have room for justification.

And here... this is the world of the gods, and it is the home field where the gods decide everything.

A billowing black vortex appeared on the top of the mountain.

This vortex was facing Zhang Baicheng and Li Chenghai.

Without interfering with their combat effectiveness and behavioral capabilities, they were all restrained on the battlefield.

Mainly aimed at Li Chenghai...he can't escape!

The powerful suction tore apart Li Chenghai's numerous illusionary water avatars.

Li Chenghai showed a frightened and angry expression.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, he still wanted to turn around and fight back with all his might.

But the last opportunity has already been missed.

Crash!

The blade with the faint blue flame cut open Li Chenghai's chest.

This knife was like Zhang Baicheng's mourning for the past.

But this knife fell on Li Chenghai's body, to him, it was like awakening a painful memory.

He was also... just a blood cow in the Blood Demon Palace!

That was the most unbearable past he didn't want to recall.

But now, this bloody past was mercilessly torn apart by Zhang Baicheng's knife.

The terrifying sharp edge hit Li Chenghai's body.

All the instinctively organized resistance was cut off by Zhang Baicheng.

If Zhang Baicheng wanted to split those legs again, he would never show mercy.

This time...he wants to get more.

This time...he didn't want to compromise.

boom!

Li Chenghai's body was sliced ​​apart by the rolling knife force!

In an instant, it was a complete separation of flesh and blood.

The flame burned on every piece of flesh and blood, but burned Li Chenghai's soul straight away.

A large number of negative emotions released by Li Chenghai, such as fear, fear, struggle, madness, etc., gathered into a big river and rushed to Ke Xiaoliang.

In reality, Li Chenghai's body was still stained with traces of fire.

The rising sun was in the sky, above the endless sea, Li Chenghai pulled out a long line of blood, then smashed into the void, and disappeared in this world.

He escaped!

In a very humiliating way.

When he and Zhang Baicheng were also pulled back to some kind of past.

They ended up making decidedly different choices.

However... Does this mean that Zhang Baicheng has won?

But not necessarily!

It's like a poor student, under the watchful eyes of everyone, slaps a second-generation power crazily in the face.

Did he win?

Amidst the cheers and applause of the crowd, it seemed to be so.

But the gloomy eyes of the class teacher, the slow applause of the dean, the cold smile of the principal, and the huge and indifferent society outside the school... will all lead this victory to another gloomy result.

However, at this moment, in the applause and cheers of the crowd, the definition of victory is beyond doubt.

Zhang Baicheng flapped his wings and landed heavily.

The sound of the air wave blew away the surrounding crowd.

Within a radius of tens of meters, no one dared to approach.

The experience of that knife shocked everyone and even pleased the gods.

The blue bird's divine light, which was almost the same as the beam of light, fell straight on Zhang Baicheng's body, repairing his wound.

A drop of blue divine blood fell from the beam of light, and then slowly fell into the center of Zhang Baicheng's brow.

After a while, Zhang Baicheng raised his head and let out a roar. The green wings on his back spread out, flames were flapping on the wings, and a strong wind blew.

The surrounding battle is still going on.

Those noisy and boiling voices will only become more intense because of the battle between Zhang Baicheng and Li Chenghai.

However, there was a tacit understanding that no one would challenge Zhang Baicheng again.

It seems to have acquiesced in his victory, acquiesced that he can have a place on this mountain.

The battle lasted for five full days and nights.

At that time, the glory of the goddess of the moon palace sprinkled the entire mountain, and the cold ointment repaired the wounds of the soldiers.

In the form of a stalwart, Shen Hao appeared in the center of the gods, looking down on the warriors who fought bravely.

"That's it!" Shen Hao said.

The gods nodded around Shen Hao.

Mortals offer up their best fights.

The gods all seem to be getting some kind of satisfaction.

The next moment... the entire wild world began to undergo drastic changes.

Mountains, rivers, lakes, oceans, swamps, forests, grasslands, snow-capped mountains, deserts, hills, Gobi...everything is undergoing drastic changes.

They start to flow.

Then quickly change and reverse the position.

Those tribes who could not arrange warriors to reach the Western Emperor Mountain were in the hunting grounds located in the most border areas of the world.

The living environment is only better than those of the ancient gods who were knocked into the abyss.

The tribe who can arrange for soldiers to arrive at Xihuang Mountain, their living position and living environment, could be better, and they have stepped up to a higher level.

It is also closer to Xihuang Mountain, and the distance to the God Realm of the gods is also closer.

Above that, of course, is the ethnic group that has warriors entering the top of Xihuang Mountain and participating in the Ten Thousand Races Conference.

These tribes are evenly distributed around Xihuang Mountain.

Those sacred mountains with shining stars, those woodlands full of sacred treasures... will become the hunting grounds and orchards of these tribes.

People in these tribes will have better living conditions and growth environment.

As for the best location, it belonged to the tribe where the most outstanding fighters belonged on the battlefield on the top of the mountain.

Among them is the Blue Bird tribe to which Zhang Baicheng belongs.

Standing on the top of Xihuang Mountain, watching the changes in the mountains and rivers, everyone felt an inexplicable feeling of ups and downs.

On a wider land, such vicissitudes and changes are more specific and detailed.

People lost their old places and went to the unknown.

Tribes that have obtained better hunting grounds and land, after a short period of discomfort, entered the carnival.

And those tribes who went to the worse places to live are sad.

"So this is the purpose of the Ten Thousand Races Conference?"

"The strong survive, the weak are eliminated... This is indeed a universal law."

"However, I think this is the last time!"

"For the last time... God will decide who should have better soil, and who will struggle to survive and die in a remote place!" said the great elder from Baotong World, standing in the fast-moving position. Above the mountains, such words were spoken.

It's still a 6,000-word chapter!

Goodnight everybody!