Doomsday Star Crystal: I have a contracted beast army

Zhao Yin estimated that there were hundreds of pieces of demigod-level alien flesh and blood.

The most important tissues from the demigod aliens include the heart and the brain...

As pieces of flesh and blood disappeared, the cracks on the boundary map were no longer noticeable.

Even the life breath of the Book King gradually became richer and more majestic, like a mountain or a sea!

At this moment, the scroll created by Fu Wenhua seemed to have formed a real world phantom, with heaven and earth connected, the sun and the moon shining, and countless stars...

The Book King's wrist was still turning quickly, and a bleeding head flew out of the space bracelet.

Floating in the air, there was still a dazzling golden light flowing from the broken neck.

Those were drops of golden blood, rich in gold, and I don't know how many times more majestic than the blood essence on Jia Lan's forehead before...

A terrifying pressure instantly spread in the core of the world.

At this moment, in the distant demon Jianmu Forest, on the cross, Jia Lan seemed to feel something and suddenly opened his eyes.

He suddenly opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of fangs, and a piercing scream came out of his mouth.

"God! This is the breath of a god from my clan, sir, save me...!"

Boom!

Countless blood-jade-like roots protruded from the ground and suddenly pierced into Jia Lan's forehead.

As the ancestor's clone began to devour, Jia Lan's will awakened by the breath of the god gradually withered...

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The head was a young man's face, his eyes were tightly closed, his soul had long been annihilated, and he didn't know how many years he had been dead.

But it was such a head that made Zhao Yin's heart beat wildly.

He had a sense of crisis like when he faced the corpse demon god Ge Wu.

"God?" Zhao Yin murmured.

Previously, in the information of the world map, he learned that the Book King had killed an angel god.

Is it him?

A dead god, with only a head left, the pressure made the core of the whole world tremble.

In the distance, the buffaloes all crawled on the ground, holding their heads with their hooves... The egrets also buried their heads in their wings... Tens of thousands of pine trees all turned into tree holes...

Even the little monkeys were furred, and the contracted beasts were also terrified.

Gods have almost endless lifespans. Unless there is a war between gods, there are few records of their deaths in the history books.

Zhao Yin looked at the head of the god, and his heart was also in turmoil.

There was a feeling that the head would open its eyes at any time, and it would annihilate itself with just one look.

Under the control of the old man, the head slowly approached the boundary map and fell into the illusory scroll world. The next moment, it was like ice and snow melting, and Hua turned into a large amount of golden blood...

The entire scroll world seemed to be rendered in gold.

The next moment, the Book King once again controlled the remaining two drops of the blood of the ancestors and merged them into the scroll. The next moment, a hint of blue appeared in the gold in the picture, followed by black, red, green, cyan, purple, yellow, and white...

Gradually, the entire virtual world became colorful again. In the mottled world, the whole world became clearer and clearer, as if it was about to walk out of the void...

It gave people a very real feeling, as if it was a world that existed in another form.

The next moment, the scroll world slowly twisted, like a stream of energy, pouring into the world map...a ​​corner of it poured towards the Book King...

After a while, the entire scroll world disappeared, and the last crack on the screenshot was completely healed.

At the same time, a majestic vitality erupted in the screenshot, which only lasted for a moment and then immediately converged. Then, it turned into a simple and unadorned black magic pen again...and fell into the hands of the Book King.

At this moment, Zhao Yin didn't know if it was an illusion, but the endless words surrounding the Book King seemed to have a breath of life.

If the words before were just dead things, then now, they seemed to be endowed with souls.

Every word seemed to have life...

At this moment, the old figure of the Book King and the breath of life gave Zhao Yin the feeling that he was as majestic as a mountain and as heavy as the sea...

As the old man waved his hand, the words surrounding him slowly dissipated, and the old man's terrifying aura also slowly disappeared.

It was as if he had turned into the old man again, but now, there was no more decay on his body.

The majestic eyes of the Book King fell on Zhao Yin, and slowly turned into kindness.

"Child, the two drops of the spirit's blood you gave me have shortened my father's recovery by a hundred years!"

"If you need more, I can get some more for you." Zhao Yin smiled.

"Child, unless you have no choice, do not easily expose your clone to the alien race!" The Book King warned seriously.

In fact, Zhao Yin had already predicted it in his heart and agreed respectfully.

The Book King looked back and looked at the core of the world.

He took another deep look at the sky above his head, and his best eyes fell on the treasure of the pig tribe.

In the end, the Book King said nothing more.

"Child, your godfather is leaving."

"Won't you stay longer?"

Zhao Yin was planning to keep this big backer for a few more days!

He was mainly worried that the four-winged angel would not give up after being captured by him.

The Book King seemed to understand what Zhao Yin was thinking.

"The matter of the ninth battlefield is also related to the angels. I have to go back and take charge immediately!"

At this point, the Book King's eyes showed murderous intent.

After four thousand years of suffering and forbearance... Now he has recovered his peak strength.

It's time to let those alien races know that the human race cannot be bullied!

"Child, when I return to the Ninth Battlefield, I will tell all races about the fact that I killed the four-winged angel Jia Lan with my own hands!"

"Don't worry, child. For the time being, no high-level strongmen from the angel race will come to your hometown."

Zhao Yin heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, and understood that his adoptive father was going to take this matter for him.

"Thank you, adoptive father!" He clasped his fists and bowed.

The Book King smiled, looked at the space portal not far away, and took a step.

"The ancestral portal is the treasure of all races. Only by truly mastering a big world can it be created with the help of the world's will!"

"Mastering a big world, there is only one person from ancient times to the present, and that is the old man, King Mo."

"In the entire Ninth Battlefield, there is only one ancestral portal, which is the relic left by King Mo!"

As the Book King sighed, his figure disappeared into the portal...

Zhao Yin's heart was still echoing the words of his adoptive father before leaving.

He raised his head again, looking at the heart shadow filled with the breath of death in the void outside the boundary wall above his head.

Throughout the ages...

He didn't know how many miracles that old man had created for the human race.

In the endless river of time, how many such top figures have appeared in the human race?

Zhao Yin slowly knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to the sky.

He sincerely thanked King Mo for his kindness.

Now, even the Book King obviously did not sense the breath of death emanating from the heart shadow.

Zhao Yin didn't know how to save the old man.

He couldn't calm down for a long time. At this time, he already understood that King Mo not only saved his life twice, but also secretly created a clone of the ancestor for him...

Even the will of the core of the world, which merged with himself, must be related to King Mo.