Tales of Herding Gods

"The body of the prehistoric Creator?"

Qin Mu looked up, and those tall bodies walked on the Milky Way as if they were walking on the water, and their feet fell, creating a strange circle of ripples.

The Galaxy is the magical power of Wei Suifeng. When it is touched, it will erupt. The corpses of these creators can walk on it and do not trigger the magical power. It is very weird.

Even more bizarre is that this is a group of dead bodies walking in too virtual!

Too virtual is extremely vast, there are not many things in the void, but the bodies of these giants are walking on foot, as if they are ascetic, walking in the void is a kind of practice.

However, they are just a group of dead bodies.

"What is the origin of the corpse?" Qin Mu asked the first sleeve of the cloud next to him.

The first sleeve of the cloud shook his head and said: "I don't know. This is what Yunluo discovered when he was too imaginary. These corpses like to walk in the imaginary, no one provokes them. Yun Luodi found that they are soulless and long dead. It’s been tens of thousands of years. And the wonderful thing is that walking in their hearts is quiet, too imaginary and can’t control your demons. If you can meet a corpse, this trip is safe.”

The corpses walked on the Milky Way, and the houseboats followed them under the Milky Way. Sure enough, with these corpses, the sorcerer couldn’t afford it, and the vision was not born.

Suddenly, Qin Mu flew out of the building, bypassed the Milky Way and came to the river, and carefully observed the corpses.

"Mu Tianzun, what are you doing?"

The people on the boat were shocked and scalp numb. The first sleeve of the cloud sings: "Those corpses are our patrons, don't mess around!"

The pity of the flower is flashing, and softly said: "Mu Tianzun is so bold, or it is better to get rid of him. We will be safe. What do you think?"

Luo Wushuang slightly frowned, looked at other people, I saw almost everyone on the boat on the building nodded, agreeing to kill the animal husbandry.

"Mu Tianzun seems to have not seen it yet. Almost everyone on the ship wants to kill him."

Luo Wushuang’s heart gave birth to an absurd feeling. Qin Mu was nominally the head of their trip and led them to meet with Huo Tian Zun and Xu Tian Zun. However, he did not expect that almost everyone on the whole ship would aim to get rid of him!

Even Luo Wushuang himself has a broken arm with Qin Mu.

"This trip to the virtual world is like a kid who wants to kill Qin Mu, not to explore too much." Luo has no heart.

Qin Mu turned a deaf ear to the call of the people on board and continued to observe these corpses.

They are indeed prehistoric creators, and their eyebrows are inlaid with the stone of the beginning, but they have died for a long time, and they do not feel the flow of blood, nor any breath.

These prehistoric Creators are following in one direction, and this direction is precisely the direction that Wei Suifeng Xinghe Shentong refers to.

Qin Mufei came to the side of a corpse, flying around the giant, trying to see the cause of death of these creators.

The strange thing is that there are no scars on these corpses, and the clothes on them are as fresh as new.

Qin Mu sank, Jianwan became a flying sword, cut off the corner of a corpse walker, what is weird is that the clothes of this corpse walked out again.

The reason why clothes grow up is that the gods of these bodies are made through the stone of the beginning.

"While they are dead, they are still ignorant. Their minds are still in their pre-natal state. Even if they are dead, their knowledge is still working. Even if their bodies are damaged, they will be recognized by their gods. repair."

Qin Mu came up with the principle, but why did these corpses continue to move to a place, he would have no way of knowing.

The voice of the uncle came: "Let me come and talk with their gods and see what they experienced during their lifetime!"

"They don't even have a soul, can they communicate?" Qin Mu surprised.

"This is nature. Our creator of the family does not say that after death, as long as the knowledge is strong enough, the knowledge of the creator who has died in the past can be obtained from the void, and the wisdom of all is gathered."

Uncle said: "You tiny creatures still need to learn to master the knowledge passed down by their ancestors, and the newborn of our creator only needs to touch the forehead with the elders, so that you can get all the knowledge! You can see your rough and backward."

Qin Mu said: "Do not learn knowledge, directly instill, then how do you correct it?"

Uncle said: "Error correction? The knowledge of the ancestors is not wrong, why correct it?"

Qin Mu shook his head, took the question to learn, and found the mistakes of the predecessors, so that the Dao Fa Shentong progressed, and directly instilled, the knowledge that the child was instilled into the mind became a natural truth, without thinking.

In this way, you will not find errors in the knowledge taught by your ancestors.

Every change is based on the foundation.

The Yankang Reformation is based on the basic syllabary-based syllabary-based runes, the basis for changing the realm, the gods, and the daily life and people's livelihood.

And breaking the heart of God is the foundation of the state of mind.

If all knowledge is instilled, how can we change the foundation?

This method of learning by the Creator is faster, but it is also easy to cause the stagnation of the basic Taoism, so that knowledge is solidified.

Qin Mu opened his eyebrows and immediately felt that the uncle's gods had emerged from the original stone. The uncle's knowledge was strong enough to touch the gods of these creators.

Qin Mushun followed the uncle's gods, and suddenly there was a vast world in front of him. The vast sea, the mountains, the waterfalls, the white clouds, the huge creator of the body walked between the mountains and the mountains, and lingered in the blue sea.

Still some giants look at their wings and fly in the blue sky and white clouds.

There are also some giants who have come up with colorful plants, and dense forests are constantly emerging, turning from their imagination to reality.

More powerful creators flew into the stars, and many creators gathered to create the sun, the moon and the stars.

This is the new world they have opened up, and they are planning to stay away from the dispute.

Their clothes are simple and plain, without any gorgeous decoration, so they are free and unrestrained.

Qin Mu has sensed from the knowledge of these corpses that their original world can no longer survive. In addition to the fighting between the tribes, there are powerful ancient gods trying to destroy them.

They have come up with a new world. There is nothing in this new world. They need them to build and become perfect.

Suddenly, a huge figure descended on the world they thought of, the horror of the gods fluctuated, sweeping the void, and letting the void begin to collapse!

The world created by the Creator is not yet stable. However, with the arrival of this person, the collapsed world has become purely sacred, reverse shocked, and rushed into the brains of these Creator!

Qin Mu stayed in this scene, the original beautiful world, and now it has become a life-long Shura field!

The creators raised their heads and looked up to the sky, but they couldn’t make any sound in their mouths. They almost turned into realistic sensations and rushed in from their eyebrows, destroying their brains, crushing their souls and turning them into one. With a body!

This is the last scene seen by the corpse!

The uncle took back the gods, and the vision in front of Qin Mu disappeared without a trace. On the altar of the original stone, the head of the uncle’s empty mouth was breathing, but he had no tongue and no flesh, and it was extremely strange. The airflow sucked in from his mouth and spewed out from under his head.

Qin Mu is also breathing and gasping, not knowing that his forehead is cold sweat.

"Uncle, have you seen the stalwart figure?"

Qin Mu set the **** and asked: "Which person can enter too imaginary, must be your creator? Why should he annihilate too much?"

Uncle shook his head and his consciousness was very unstable: "I didn't see who he is..."

Qin Mu’s eyes are only seen by his gods. The things he sees are not complete, but the uncle is likely to see who the person is, but he is not willing to say it.

"Uncle, you and I are now a grasshopper on a rope, helping each other in the same boat. If you see something, you can't prevent it." He followed the path.

The uncle snorted: "Together in the same boat? On this broken ship, there are people who want to kill you everywhere. You still want to think about how to get through the difficulties at hand."

Qin Mu smiled slightly, and he naturally knew that most of the people on the boat below wanted to kill himself.

In response to the eternal glory of the heavens, it is only the pretext of the heavenly lords. In fact, he is the one who has been exiled to the imaginary, and seeks to remove him.

Of course, if he can't get rid of him, he will let him stay in the illusion forever. Anyway, the people on this ship have no important figures.

"Mu Tianzun, come back to the boat!"

Pity flower soul softly said: "Those corpses are extremely strange, the body of Heaven does not sit under the dangerous hall, and Tianzun is safe to return to the ship."

Qin Mu stood on the shoulder of a corpse walker, his clothes fluttering, and smiled: "Pity, I am here to see the scenery, don't bother me."

On the boat, Xiuyou Fangjiao, under the door of Tianzun, smiled and said: "Tianzun, where is there any good-looking? The scenery here is good."

Qin Mu ignored them and flew out and flew to the Xinghe below the corpse.

Everyone on the boat screamed and shouted: "The thief stopped!"

"Qin Mu children, you dare!"

"Shepherd, don't -"

The Xinghe River is a vision formed by Yundi Emperor Wei with the wind. If it is triggered by Qin Mu, I am afraid that even the entire ship, even Luo Duo, will be buried under the power of this supernatural power!

Qin Muyuan flew into the Milky Way and stirred it with force. However, what surprised him was that Wei Suifeng’s magical power did not break out.

He scratched his head and spurred more energy. Wei Suifeng’s supernatural powers still flowed like a long river in the void.

The uncle is gloating and sorrowful: "The little devil, you have miscalculated. Although these creators are dead, their knowledge is still there. It is only the knowledge of God that they can press this sect to obey the post."

Qin Mu regained his strength and said: "Why don't you say it earlier?"

The uncle snorted and said proudly: "If you recover my body earlier, I can easily kill these insects! But I can still save your life, as long as you provide me with three years of knowledge and Blood..."

The magical powers of Wei Hefeng who were seen by the demons on the building were not triggered by Qin Mu, and they were not allowed to go to the gallbladder. Pan Chun took the lead and flew to the Milky Way. He said: "You don't have to wait! Come here, he I can't escape to heaven, it is to get rid of him and go back to cross!"

"Not bad!"

Everyone on the boat flew up and screamed: "The deeper and deeper, the less likely we are to return to heaven safely. Now we can get rid of the priests and we can go back!"

Qin Mu haha ​​laughed, vacated, and came out from a corpse, and fell on the shoulders of another corpse, flying away.

After the crowd screamed and screamed, one by one, Meng Mu looked back and saw that these people had almost no magical powers. Most of them were gods. The Temple of Heaven appeared behind them. Some people even appeared in several Heavenly Palaces!

On the building, there are still twenty or thirty people who are not flying, but face each other.

The first sleeve of the cloud looked at Luo Wushuang, and he was curious: "The **** knife Luo and Qin Ba are as deep as the sea, why didn't they chase the past?"

Luo Wushuang said indifferently: "If I take the shot, I will never be a fake person, I must be fair and let him lose under my knife! Why didn't you catch up?"

The first sleeve of the cloud fell on the soul of the flower, not far away, and smiled and said: "I am not trying to kill him, will you chase the past? Is it right?"

The pity of the soul is expressionless, cold and cold: "Hey, you should call my sister!"