The Bald Monk in the City

"A world destroyed by the gods?"

Yi Qiu looked at the prophet Terrasim who was squatting in front of him, his eyes seemed to carry some unbearable power.

After withdrawing from the world in the pot, he felt the fluctuation of plane consciousness.

For a plane, accepting immigrants from a broken plane is not too important.

After all, only a plane that maintains a complete plane of consciousness can have interactive influence to a certain extent.

As for the related intelligent beings whose plane consciousness is broken or dormant, after they have settled in a new plane for a period of time.

The new plane will be marked with their new plane.

Of course, this kind of plane mark is not the same as those obtained by Yi Qiu.

It is a plane that identifies certain things with relevant major characteristics.

To a certain extent, it can also be referenced by other planes.

And the plane mark that these plane immigrants are given is the plane's recognition of them.

To put it roughly, animals can use pheromone to distinguish their targets as a basic demonstration.

Yi Qiu stared quietly at the prophet Terrasim, and he found a lot of power remnants in the opponent's soul.

They should be the signs of certain existence for the prophet Terrasim, and there is no lack of evil aura.

Of course, it's more of a mess.

Some of them originated from some extraordinary existence, and Yi Qiu didn't pay much attention to it.

The owners of these breaths are too weak, even if they have some evil essence, they are worthless to Yi Qiu.

However, this made Yi Qiu's consciousness a new light.

Yi Qiu didn't understand the power of Prophet Terrasim. He once thought it was just a special title.

"Yes, above the firmament of Lse, the gods ruled endless time."

"No one knows their choice, but what was ultimately put into the world was a huge disaster."

"The gods have all fallen, leaving only the rotten and broken earth floating in the cold water..."

Prophet Terrasim lowered his head, and he did not fail to meet Yi Qiu's eyes.

He could feel some agitation in his body—the traces left by some friends, which was a crazy warning to him.

He could even hear the exclamation of those friends, or that they didn't have much time to perform such actions.

Because, if they trace the feedback from those traces-Prophet Terrasim feels that their current state will be less optimistic...

Yi Qiu's gaze jumped over the prophet Terrasim, and he looked at the more distant void.

He traced the direction the Prophet Terrasim was heading, and then found the plane immigrants who were full of solemn faces.

Many of them are humans, but there are also intelligent beings like elves and dwarves that are not available in the material world.

Even Yi Qiu saw a rather rare female tree man.

Or, a descendant of a deity?

Yi Qiu's gaze penetrated the distant void, directly meeting her clarifying gaze.

As if feeling the unknown gaze, she frowned, her face faintly uncomfortable.

Although she could not observe Yi Qiu's existence through such a long distance.

But the breath of the godslayer revealed in that gaze was enough for the pure divine power in her body to enter a certain highly active state.

Judging from the natural aura shining in her body, she should be a descendant of a **** of nature, a benefactor of the good camp.

Not long after, Yi Qiu withdrew his eyes during their commotion.

There is no deity trying to sneak into, which makes Yi Qiu a little regretful.

In this case, Yi Qiu did not pay any further attention.

A descendant of a deity is no different from humans or dwarves.

As long as she follows the order she has set, Yi Qiu will not interfere too much with her.

"The kind or neutral who follow the order I have established can stay, and the evil ones can leave..."

"And not to spread your faith"

Yi Qiu glanced at the prophet Terrasim one last time, and then said so.

He did not threaten or indicate the consequences of violating the order he established, and the Zongwang may provide relevant prompts.

But for him, he is more willing to act.

"Follow your wishes..."

The Prophet Terrasim responded with his head down.

By this time, Yi Qiu had turned into a billowing black mist and left...

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"The territory of a godslayer?"

King of Redan-Danlar's expression looked a little solemn.

As an elf king, he certainly knew what it was like.

Especially for the survivors who have experienced the dusk of the gods, the power of the gods is enough to make them lose their fighting spirit.

And arrogantly hammer the **** down to the throne with a mortal body?

That was something they had never thought of, or that those who tried it had used a brutal death to tell the cruel truth.

For this reason, the concept of the godslayer seemed so shocking to the survivors of Leth.

"So, do you know the name of this godslayer?"

Suddenly, an old mouse man looked at the prophet Terrasim and said.

Scavengers are a relatively common race in Lse, they are active in the dark underground world.

Because they are not powerful and often engage in stealing activities, their reputation in Lse is not very good.

But this rat man is not the ordinary rat man, he has followed some powerful existence.

Its knowledge ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is naturally not as broad as the prophet Terrasim.

But because of the occupation of its owner, it has obtained some secret information that is not known.

"I can't tell you his name, because he has destroyed many worlds, and the lingering unwillingness of world destruction prevents the weak from prying into his existence."

The Prophet Terrasim said to the old ratman.

"Plane Destroyer? Will he make us his minions?"

Abihira next to her looked pale, and she was obviously worried.

After all, no matter how you judge it, destroying the plane has never been a kind behavior.

"No, in fact he didn't pay much attention to us..."

"Just like for a human who destroys countless ant dens, naturally he doesn't care about the idea of ​​a few strong ants."

"He is neither good nor evil, he just follows his cold order..."

Although the contact is not very close, the Prophet-Tarasim already has a vague overall concept of this.

This is what he is good at, but unfortunately the godkiller is not willing to communicate with him too much.

"Abihira, but you need to be more careful in your words and deeds-you are after all a derivative of your mother's will..."

The Prophet Terrasim turned to look at Abihira, the daughter of the noble god.

It used to be an identity full of glory and sacredness, but now it will attract certain dangerous covets.

However, if it were in the territory of this godslayer, the Prophet-Terrasim felt that they would temporarily settle down.

Mother of vines, I have fulfilled my promise...

The Prophet Terrasim looked at the azure blue planet in front of him. It was the source of countless destruction, but it was their hope...

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