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So, how do you trigger it?

Li Ang took the [Dice of Shining Destiny] out of the backpack, and found that it was much heavier than he thought. The touch of his hand was cold and firm. Even if it was pinched between his fingers, the surface of the dice continued to change and it was not clear.

He held it in his hand and squeezed it, and a sense of sight naturally appeared in his mind, reminding him how to use the dice.

"The previous owner of this dice was a senior member and has died, so this dice becomes an inheritance system,"

Li Ang squinted his eyes and muttered to himself: "Heirs do not need to participate in the assessment like ordinary newcomers, as long as they inject extraordinary power into the dice.

If the total amount uploaded at a time is large enough, you will be recognized by the dice and automatically become a junior member of the "Super Friends League"..."

"You have to pay the principal first, and then divide the junior, intermediate, and senior members?"

Chai Chai smacked his mouth, "How come it sounds like P2P MLM...Huh, how come you put it away?"

"Ok."

Li Ang put the dice into the backpack, and said casually: "I have not yet returned to 5000 in my divine power, and my spiritual power is not full. If I upload half of it and find that the share is not enough, then it will be embarrassing. gold.

Wait until the status is all full before use. "

"Oh oh."

Chai Chai nodded, suddenly realized something, "Huh? 5000 supernatural power?"

Li Ang smiled, and roughly talked about the process of ordering the Worm Nest unit to collect amber blood. He rolled up his sleeves and removed the artificial skin covering the back of his right hand, revealing the imprint of the gods.

The previous imprint of the swamp reindeer gods was based on gray and black. Three wooden vines overlapped to form a triangle. The outside of the triangle was flowing river water, and the inside was dotted with vines and colorful exotic flowers.

Over time, the river will rise and fall, and the flowers and vines will wither and bloom.

And now, after incorporating the divinity of the distorted starfish, the shape of the god’s mark has changed.

It became a chaotic and fuzzy ball that kept shaking and changing shape.

Li Ang tried to use the divine power, and found that the creation, life, and healing effects of the divine power were retained compared to before.

Aggressiveness and assimilation are stronger, and there is also a hint of destruction, death, and distortion.

The efficiency of transforming the power of faith into divine power has also been greatly improved.

It showed that the recovery speed of divine power was at least twice as fast as before.

"So is it a demigod right now?"

Li Ang sat on the wooden chair of the alchemy workshop, lost in thought.

The tiny amount of divine power exuded from the body caused the wooden chair to bloom with colorful flowers.

Chai Chai's eyes lit up, he stalked down a bunch of flowers, and weaved a wreath on his head. As a result, he found that the longer the flowers, the more the flowers grew. He simply wove the wreath on the spot.

He was even very ingenious, using black flowers to form the word "Lian" in the middle of the wreath.

"The occult books didn't say how to be a god...

Generally speaking, if divine creatures are promoted to demigods, there should be some visions, right? "

Li Ang muttered, his eyes caught the imprint of the gods in the changing shape, and he muttered, "Could it be that I want to trigger it myself?"

He frowned slightly, focusing his thoughts on the imprint of the gods on the back of his hand.

boom!

There was a bursting roar in his ears, and Li Ang only felt that his consciousness was stretched sharply, and he saw such a scene in a daze——

In the vast black space,

The dense, huge, towering tentacles danced wildly, surrounded by a swamp of various green plants.

The tentacles whipped wanton, smashing the swamp to pieces,

The swamp with no shape constraints regrouped again and again, slowly advancing along with the silent churning bubbles.

The two sides are in a stalemate and confrontation, the front is seen back and forth, Ziwei novel

The life form of the tentacles is more powerful, but the swamp has the home court advantage and the total amount is more.

Is this a struggle between the distorted starfish and the reindeer gods, the will remaining in the divine...

In the dark, Li Ang had a vague intuition.

Gods are immortal, even a demigod or even a dying covenant, the tenacity of their lives is far beyond mortal imagination.

For a long time, the fragments of the broken will of the reindeer **** remained in the mark of the gods, but because the reindeer **** was dead, there was not much movement.

After all, it is the divinity inherited by plundering. It is good to use it normally. If you want to go further, you must completely erase the traces of the will of the reindeer and the distorted starfish...

Li Ang took a step forward, his will surged toward the battlefield like a turbulent tsunami.

Wherever it passed, the marsh mud was forcibly flattened, like an ancient well without waves,

Touching the wrists and feet is like being thundered, and pauses abruptly.

However, in the next second, the swamp and the arms and legs suddenly woke up, and the fragments of will remaining in the divine nature became furious.

Even mere mortals want to destroy the will of the gods?

The swamp set off a 20-meter-high tsunami, and it crashed down like a tall building collapsed on its feet.

Li Ang looked up and took a deep breath. The player panel was shining, but the items inside could not be taken out, and the skills could not be used.

In other words, this is not the real world, but the battlefield of consciousness in the imprint of the gods.

Is it tough to fight against individual will...

Li Ang took a half step forward,

Close fist,

Blasted out.

Wow--

The swamp mud seemed to be cut apart by an invisible big hand, divided into two,

The entire tentacles, wrists and feet were sunken, and the outline of a fist emerged.

Li Ang stepped on the ground, his figure jumped into the air, his arms violently smashed down like an iron pestle, crushing his arms and feet deeply under the mud.

The countless memory fragments that make up the personality of "Lee Ang" are surging up in my mind.

Those happy, sad, angry, desperate, joyful, scenes flashed in front of them like a revolving lantern.

Long, long ago, Li Ang also complained about the heavens and others, resented his own situation, resented the cruelty of fate,

The dark mud of despair and anger robbed him of all hope and drowned him bit by bit.

If I didn't meet Wang Congshan and the dean back then, what kind of person would I be?

Maybe after Xiaoqiang's death, he will be broken to the end, completely abandon the bottom line, and act recklessly.

Enjoy the pleasure and excitement of breaking and playing with rules,

Laughing silently, watching the world burn,

Finally, because of the strong tendency of self-loathing and self-destruction ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ voluntarily died in the hands of the righteous "braves",

Put an end to the fate of the sad individual "Li Ang".

Li Ang tore the last arm and foot in two, a faint smile appeared on his face stained with a little mud.

The nameless anger that ignited as the memory surged, slowly faded.

Peaceful, firm, and grateful.

In the real world, Li Ang's muddy eyes became clear again, he slowly exhaled a suffocating breath and looked at the back of his hand.

The triangular swamp pattern disappeared, replaced by a moss-covered reindeer skull placed on the grass.

This is what truly belongs to him.

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