My Cold and Beautiful Wife

"I know, it's life!"

The world created by Sword Intent is still based on Sword Intent after all.

Even if combined with the power of the dragon, it is not a real dragon after all, and cannot be compared to the real big world.

Take Wutai as an example, the reason why it can continue to repeat itself is because there is such a "silver chance" that it has always existed.

This is not as simple as a cell, a little organic matter.

From a scientific point of view, life is a pile of carbohydrates.

However, practitioners understand that such things as spiritual bodies really exist.

No matter how illusory it may be, it is what it is.

Otherwise, the battle of Yin and Yang will not be attached to which side of the soul is more or less.

Everything has no soul, it is just a pile of walking dead, and life has no "origin".

In Ye Fan's eyes now, the world he sees, although it looks like mountains, rivers, flowers, plants, forests, and everything is available, but it actually has no soul.

But... create a soul?

How is this created?

Ye Fan stroked his forehead, as if even the Nine Tribulations Azure Dragon couldn't give all things a soul... The soul, to put it bluntly, is an existence that can evolve itself.

Ye Fan can create a sword intent clone with thousands of horses, but... it is not an independent individual.

After all, only with wisdom can we count as life in the true sense.

Bring in a group of creatures from outside?

It's not impossible, but isn't that the same as Yantian Ring?

Ye Fan still hoped in his bones that the world of swords that he had opened up would remain independent.

"Self-evolution..." As soon as he thought of this, Ye Fan suddenly had an idea! He remembered that in the chaotic river, when Taichu was made to recognize his master, Taichu himself changed, and his name was branded... The sword of Taichu is actually older than the Demon Dragon King of Taichu.

It was the moment Wutai was born, it already existed, Wutai's first sword! Who it belongs to is actually its own choice, not something that anyone can forcibly possess.

In the beginning was a life first, and a sword second.

Moreover, no matter how Wutai restarts, it has always existed in the beginning.

In this way, the level of Taichu can even be compared with the entire Wutai! Because only in this way can Taichu avoid being influenced by the Five Tais and maintain its independence! And now... in the beginning it belonged to Ye Fan, and Ye Fan was also the creator of the sword.

"Could it be..." Ye Fan had a thought in his heart, and immediately called Taichu to him.

After stroking the black hilt again, Ye Fan's heart surged... "Dude, although I'm just guessing... But maybe... we can work together and make a big deal!"

At the beginning of the day, there was a flash of black light, as if he felt something, and he was about to move.

"Looks like you can't wait."

A smile appeared on Ye Fan's mouth, and then his eyes showed a touch of determination.

"Go!"

The moment the voice fell, Taichu turned into a comet, piercing the sky! Immediately, in silence, the sword body turned into countless stars and disappeared from sight! When Taichu disappeared, the entire world of swords seemed to undergo a subtle change... Ye Fan knew that Taichu had truly integrated into this world and became part of the world of swords.

Moreover, it is still crucial... the source of life! In Ye Fan's view, Taiyuan should be an existence that includes the origin of life on an equal footing with Wutai.

But because it is the ancestor of all swords, no one has thought of another possibility for it, or in other words, there is no way to put it into practice.

Now, Ye Fan used the ability of the creator of his own sword to make Taichu enter a new stage.

Ye Fan doesn't know what kind of life will be born in the beginning, or it will fail at all and there will be no life.

All of this will take time to verify.

With a wave of his hand on the top of the mountain, a few simple and simple houses rose from the ground.

At first glance, why does it look like the small courtyard of Pangu's house?

Ye Fan couldn't help laughing and laughing. Could it be that the creator's preferences are so similar?

He was too lazy to care too much, and after setting up the seat cushion, he began to continue to ponder his various new abilities.

In the world of swords, his manipulation of time can be handled to the limit.

How capable he is, how long the time can be frozen, as long as the cultivation base is high enough, it will be no problem to stop for hundreds of millions of years.

That is to say, Ye Fan no longer needs any Universe Array to help him practice with time difference.

This is very important to Ye Fan. He needs time very much to make up the gap with those old creators.

Just in case, Ye Fan was still in the outside world and lost a clone.

There are still more than three days outside, and in the world of swords, Ye Fan can practice for thousands of years... At the same time, in the independent world opened up by Saimon.

"Simon!"

Brid, who was still injured, threw himself into Simon's arms.

"Thank you for saving me in time!"

Simon stroked Breed's long purple hair, "Baby, how could I let you have an accident?"

"Unfortunately, Severin is dead..." "It is too underestimated. I said earlier, don't give that kid a chance."

Brid looked up, showing a worried look: "My sister, you know what happened to us, how are you going to explain it?"

Saimon's handsome face was full of a gentle smile: "Don't worry, that woman is also responsible for Dumuti's death."

"She's in the same boat with us now, and she won't do anything to you."

Breed frowned. "What if she wants you to cut ties with me?"

"Hmph," Saimon disagreed, "On her own, she can't stabilize the status of the main **** of the Aslan civilization."

"Do you think that when she fell in love with me, it was really just out of goodwill?"

"That sister of yours... is just taking what I need from each other."

Breed smiled seductively: "So, you won't leave me, right?"

"Of course, you in my eyes are real."

"And that woman, Frigga, will always be someone else's substitute."

Simon lifted Blid's chin, "You said, how could I possibly like a fake?"

Breed's face was full of charming smiles, but there was a gloomy look in his eyes... "Who are you!?"

Suddenly, an exclamation appeared from the temple! Simon was stunned for a moment, only to realize that another Breed appeared in his own world?

He suddenly realized something, and looked down at "Bred" in front of him... A suffocatingly beautiful face, condensed with thousands of years of frost, was looking at him coldly.

"Substitute...fake?"

Frigga rose from Simon's arms.

"Snapped!!"

Unceremoniously, he slapped his face hard and slapped Semon on the face.

Although he is not a master **** who is good at fighting, he is an ancient creator after all. With one palm, Saimon's face bleeds.