Gods Of The Heavens

Chapter 1 First Coming to the World

There are countless worlds in the heavens, just like Hengsha, and countless small thousand worlds are born every moment, and countless worlds are also dying. The world can be divided into nine stars according to the strength of the source, one The stars are the lowest, and the nine stars are the highest, and according to the strength of the world energy level, the level of the Transcendent road, among the heavens, it is also divided by reference to the energy level of the nine stars.

It's just that the development of each world has its own unique way. Maybe the way of Transcendent cultivation is different, and the division of Realm is also different, but the road is unique, and different routes have the same goal, and ultimately they are all unified.

In countless worlds, the avenue is the only one in motion, but in the Galaxy Cluster time and space, there is a trace of variables that arise in the dark, and every time, it may create a legend of the heavens or cause a boundless calamity, who knows? .

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The war was raging and the turmoil continued. When the Central Plains fell into chaos, people began to pour into the land of poor mountains and bad waters.

Nuqing County, a small remote place amidst the rolling mountains of western Hunan, on this day, among the countless beggars who flee here, one person recovered from the abyss of Death.

"Who am I, where I am, what am I doing!?"

The three questions of the soul kept echoing in Wu Dao's mind. Gradually, in the boundless darkness, Wu Dao saw the light. No, if you look closely, the light that appeared in the depths of Wu Dao's soul is a twist. , Unfixed ball of thread, intertwined vertically and horizontally, changing all the time.

"Condense the world and all things as external gods!"

As if he was born with knowledge, Wu Dao's soul instinctively received a message, as if it was engraved in the depths of his soul, he was born to belong to him, and then countless memory fragments began to flood into the sea of ​​knowledge.

"At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, wars...flee..."

As the memory fragments digested, Wu Dao opened his eyelids with difficulty. The next second, the moment he took a deep breath: "Cough, vomit... vomit..."

What was inhaled into the nasal cavity was the foul smell of extremely corrupt corpses. This is a barren forest. No, more accurately, this is a mass grave, where decomposed corpses are piled up and down. Among them, Wu Dao, who was less than 1.4 meters tall, pushed away the corpse on his body with difficulty and crawled out of the dead pile.

"It's good to be alive!"

Wu Dao, who seems to be missing a certain emotion, is just a half-year-old boy. Standing loosely among the dead bodies, he chuckles. It's so strange. If there are outsiders here, I'm afraid it will be like a ghost and a nightmare. Again and again.

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Three days later, Wu Dao, wearing a white suit, holding a newspaper in his hand, and a gangster corpse in front of him, nibbling on a hard steamed bun in a broken house with holes everywhere.

"Luo Laowai... Chen Yulou..."

Chewing on the Steamed bun, which was afraid of breaking his teeth, Wu Dao spit out some nouns one after another. Then, between his eyes closed and his eyes, he slowly understood the era he was in.

"The ghost blowing lamp world, did I cross into this world?"

After talking to himself, Wu Dao opened his eyes. In his eyes, he was indifferent, as if there was no human emotion. Then, Wu Dao set his eyes on the corpse of the gangster in front of him. It was Wu Dao's three days, carefully Selected.

After pulling out all the clothes on the corpse, Wu Dao bit his own index finger and began to draw a weird rune on the corpse. It was twisted and hideous. When matched with the gloomy and dilapidated environment at this time, it really looked like no other. An evil demon outside.

After a quarter of an hour, he may not be proficient, and he barely finished the drawing. Wu Dao’s complexion is also a little pale. After all, his current body, that is, a teenage child, draws so many runes, and the amount of bloodletting is not good for him. As far as the malnourished body is concerned, it is definitely not an easy job.

"Blood refining!"

Settling down, Wu Dao's complexion was rare and solemn, and he spit out two words heavily. After that, Wu Dao pressed one hand on the corpse's eyebrows, and suddenly, from Wu Dao's sea of ​​knowledge, it was distorted and mysterious. A force of surging out, sank into the corpse.

"Crack!"

The dead body, whose body was already cold, actually began to twist, the bones of the joints rubbed, and a series of piercing noises were made, strange and terrifying, which might be the most true portrayal of the moment.

The ominous and distorted blood light lasted for about three minutes, and then all of it was submerged in the corpse, while Wu Dao sat on the ground, panting heavily, and trembling as if he had been emptied of energy. It was too late to stand up from the ground.

"Hahaha!!!"

But Wu Dao looked in front of him, the light curtain that only he could see, laughed with great joy, just in such a gloomy environment, absolutely villain appearance.

"Outer God-Refining Corpses: Refined from the corpses of the middle-aged human race, with ten times the physical quality of ordinary people.

Outer God-Bodyguard: The body has a defensive shield of the sum of the outer gods. "

Looking at the pale light curtain and the feeling connected with his own mind, Wu Dao couldn't help but loosen his heart. In such troubled times, only power can make people feel at ease.

Ten days later, with the corpse refining as a thug, coupled with his own defensive shield, Wu Dao in Nuqing County, after dealing with two small gangs one after another, his life level has obviously improved by leaps and bounds.

Ten times the physical fitness of ordinary people, it looks simple, in fact, the combat power of corpse refining is absolutely terrifying, at least in the face of ordinary people without the power of Transcendent, it is definitely the first-level natural disaster of the great devil.

Wu Dao has personally tested that the power of refining corpses is infinite, walking like the wind, coupled with the fear of death, and the talent of refining corpses, even if there are more than 50 people besieged, plus the lethality of this era is obviously not Too many firearms are also invincible, but they defeated a gang in five minutes.

And Wu Dao has also tested the defensive power of his own shield. A normal box gun can penetrate within ten meters, but cannot cause penetration. In short, it is not shot continuously within ten meters, Wu Dao can basically ignore it. firearms.

In addition, the defense of the shield is not dead, and it is very idealistic. Any force or object that Wu Dao thinks is a threat to him cannot touch Wu Dao until the shield is defeated.

"The difference between humans and livestock is wisdom!"

Looking at the corpse in a three-centimeter thick, five-hundred kilograms of crude iron armor, Wu Dao paid the craftsman's final payment with satisfaction. Although the iron armor weakened the speed of the corpse, it gained a desperate defense, and that The ugly iron rod with a terrifying weight in his hand is absolutely deadly if it touches it, and it hurts if it is rubbed.

This book is just written by the author who is unwilling to give up the novel, write as he pleases, forgive me.

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