The Bald Monk in the City

Yi Qiu and Emma talked freely for an afternoon, and they discussed many topics.

From the hundred years of Emma's adventure journey to Yi Qiu's experience of slaughtering gods over the years.

From the situation of the first batch of students at the Magic Academy to the achievements of Yi Qiu's disciples today.

From the changes of the times to the passing of the deceased...

For Emma, ​​Yi Qiu is one of the few people she can talk to.

She didn't like to talk, because it would make her feel weak.

Moreover, those frail lives cannot arouse her interest in dialogue at all.

In the previous decades, Emma had also enthusiastically carried out magical education activities.

But it wasn't until she attended the student funeral for the first time that she realized a certain cold and cruel reality.

That is: the more energy and emotion she puts into these students.

Then when they died, the pain and regret she suffered became heavier.

In the context of a long period of time, it is difficult to say what kind of emotion this is.

Perhaps under the fermentation of time, it will gradually be given other flavors.

But Emma still doesn't like it...

She is a fire, as hot as the sun.

The roaring blood in the body determines that she will not succumb to things that she judges to be weak...

"I have been here for too long..."

Emma touched it, and at this time a real mottled wall appeared.

The old traces of inferior quality on it seem to be very nostalgic now.

She remembered the scene when she was building this academy bit by bit, and she still remembered those smiling and proud faces...

They called her dean...

"If you feel sleepy, go to rest, they don't have to grow under your wings..."

Yi Qiu looked at Emma, ​​his and her thoughts were naturally different.

Of course, this may also be the reason why he is not suitable as a teacher.

"Maybe?"

"However, I do want to sleep."

"The blood in my body has been urging me, I think it's time..."

Emma stretched lazily.

The closer the bloodline is to the dragon, the more intense its related habits of rushing in the bloodline.

Just like now, Emma doesn't need regular sleep.

For the dragon and the blood of the dragon, the so-called "normal" sleep will be measured in years.

"how about you?"

"Any new plan?"

Emma stared at Yi Qiu, the pinnacle of their group of partners.

Only by facing the horror of evil things and the mighty power of the gods can one understand the concept of transcendence.

Emma used to know something about Yi Qiu's world.

But later, it expanded completely at an unattainable speed.

After that, Emma could no longer understand the vast and boundless world...

"Continue what has not been done before..."

Yi Qiu perceives the increasing number of unknown active tissues in his body over time.

This number of unknown active tissues is still far away from constructing the weakest concept of divinity.

Of course, from the previously unknown number of active tissues as a comparison, this one hundred years of growth is huge.

From a state that could only be observed with the help of relevant fine instruments.

It has grown to a level that can be observed clearly with the naked eye.

The amount of real feedback is amazing.

Of course, the plane core consumed for this is no longer a few.

During the meditation practice, Yi Qiu did not engage in a new round of hunting activities.

And this means that the core of his plane cannot be captured.

However, based on his previous hunting activities, he still has a lot of plane core surplus.

And a hundred years of time is enough for him to consume these plane cores.

At present, Yi Qiu's life state has reached 219 standard years.

His current basic life form has reached 50.72 meters.

From a certain perspective, in terms of the growth of life, his change has reached a very astonishing level.

Except for the dragons and other races that are born with relevant body shape information, few beings can have such growth.

Under such high-speed growth, the price is undoubtedly expensive...

"I need more..."

Yi Qiu raised his head and said as he looked at the distant void through the walls of the castle.

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"Why did we come here?"

Numu's breathing was a bit short, he asked Zong in the sea of ​​consciousness incomprehensibly.

"Because this is the place where you can gain supreme power..."

Looking at the overlapping sky above, he said slowly.

It knows where it is-the origin of an epic, the origin of a myth...

It was in the lonely temple standing in the sky that the godkiller had plumped his wings.

However, Zong also knows that in another realm, this nameless temple has more horror and scary symbols.

It is worth mentioning that because that person did not name this temple.

So even if future generations are full of doubts about it, it has not changed its current status.

But in the dark realm, it has been given many terrifying titles.

Among them, there is no shortage of malicious titles such as "the hometown of evil things" full of ridicule or "home of evil things".

But more often, dark creatures will call this "evil prison".

A name that is not so fancy, but with a sense of despair.

One hundred years of constant death ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is enough to completely wipe out the essence of an evil thing.

And here, the first evil thing that truly died completely will be remembered by the dark world-the shadow of food-Nordabura...

Evil creatures think this is a brave evil creature, and it brazenly demonstrates the will of the evil creature toward that terrifying existence.

Of course, there are more calls in the dark that he is a complete idiot.

After all, so far, this is also the first legendary evil thing to completely die in evil prison.

Even, even know that there were evil things trying to prevent rescue before.

Of course, it's not clear what they thought.

But later, the massive deaths of foreign gods calmed them down.

Only in the star realm filled with the corpses of the gods can they know what kind of existence they are facing.

It is said that there are many evil creatures maliciously speculating that those piled up corpses will give birth to some twisted and terrifying existence.

But for now, what we should worry about is the unborn distortion...

"But there is nothing here..."

Numu looked around, and it seemed to be a very ordinary wilderness.

The snow-capped mountains not far away seem to be more artistic.

"No, there is a pillar here..."

"And all you have to do is climb up..."

With the vertical voice, a huge column that stretched to the sky suddenly appeared in front of Numu's eyes!

Some strange patterns seem to be carved on the column, which makes people a little scared...

"Climb up?"

Numu's voice was full of some doubts, and he raised his head and the extended column was immersed in the thick white clouds.

Then, disappeared into the blue sky...

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