Chapter 168 The Birth of the Holy Child

  Ke Xiaoliang glanced at his magic value balance.

   At this time, the balance of magic points reached an unprecedented 700 million points.

   Among them, nearly 500 million were accumulated before.

  The most important contribution is the appearance of the giant of light in the wasteland world.

  The remaining 200 million yuan was harvested in Duantianya, the world of Gaowu.

   Raised his hand and spent 3 million magic points to bring the spiritual box wrapped in Gu Tailang's head into the realm of the gods, put it in a separate empty room and seal it temporarily.

  Ke Xiaoliang reached out and touched the solid ground.

   "Consume magic points...bring it to the wasteland world for me!" Ke Xiaoliang thought.

  The accumulated magical value opened the gate to release the water, and it flowed out.

   One hundred million magical points disappeared in a flash.

  The blood of the ancient **** was not shaken at all.

   Another 100 million magic value dissipated.

  The Blood of the Ancient God finally began to waver slightly.

  With it, the entire Gorefiend Palace shook.

  Li Xingzhou, the owner of the Gorefiend Palace, who had just exited from Gaowu World, felt the turmoil around him, and instantly understood what was happening.

  He was shocked and angry...even afraid.

   roared: "All the elders listen to the order, and together with me, set up a large formation of Youquan blood sea, fix the mountain gate, and absolutely don't let the villain succeed!"

  It's not that he doesn't want to arrange for people to find out who is doing the tricks, and in what way.

  But at this moment, it was too late.

  He has to make the most important decision and do everything...to protect the most important treasures of the Gorefiend Palace, the Blood Sea Scripture and the Blood of the Ancient God.

  A total of sixty-four elders of the Gorefiend Palace stood up, which is almost all the elders on the bright side of the Gorefiend Palace.

These elders, under the deployment of Li Xingzhou, respectively stood at the nodes of the formation, and then manipulated the palace guard formation in the Blood Sea Palace. After changing the formation a little bit, it became more turbulent and surging. It also consumes more spiritual energy, mana, true energy, and the blood cloud and blood plasma accumulated in the Youquan blood sea formation.

  Among the mighty chaos, a long blood river spanned the north and south of the sky, and then wrapped the entire gate of the Blood Demon Palace.

  The Jie volcano under the blood cloud began to erupt.

   What it ejected was not magma, but billowing blood and blood smoke.

  Looking at the Blood of the Old God that stopped shaking.

  Ke Xiaoliang consumed another 200 million magic points at one time.

  At this time, Ke Xiaoliang spent 400 million magic points to collect the blood of the ancient gods into the wasteland world, which actually exceeded Ke Xiaoliang's psychological expectations.

  The blood of the ancient gods shook even more violently.

  Under the influence, the blood cloud of the Blood Demon Palace began to collapse on a large scale.

  All kinds of palaces, secret realms, and buildings superimposed on the blood cloud...all began to collapse.

  The scattered blood clouds, like impurities, peeled off from the sky, and were blown away in the strong wind.

  A large number of unprepared monks from the Blood Demon Palace were also thrown into the chaotic torrent and scattered in all directions.

  The low-level monks who were not well-educated and unable to fly fell from the high clouds, and then hit the ground, smashing into flesh.

  The blood nest is broken!

  Those captive ‘blood cows’ let out horrified and mournful howls.

  In the group of 'Blood Cows', some 'Bisons' who were captured for breeding are encouraging and encouraging with words. Those strong 'Blood Cows' let them resist bravely. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

  They can run away, they can leave, they can be free, and live like human beings.

   Then the bison were knocked down by the strong blood bull.

  In the confusion and panic, a large number of blood cattle trampled on the bison.

  In the collapsed blood nest, a few new souls have been added.

  The fifth billion!

  Ke Xiaoliang consumed the magic point, which rose to the fifth billion.

   At this time, almost half of the blood of the ancient gods had been stuffed into the wasteland world.

   And in the wasteland world, lightning and thunder suddenly began, and there seemed to be something more in the restless air... There were more things that should have existed long ago, but never really existed.

   Anyone remember?

  Wasteland World, the original name...Ke Xiaoliang called it 'God's Tomb'.

  This is the cemetery of God, it is also God's pasture, and it is also the wasteland abandoned by God.

   But it has no god!

  Because Ke Xiaoliang doesn’t understand God, and doesn’t know what kind of God is, of course it is difficult for him to create God.

  Under the premise of ignorance and ignorance, creating a high-level life that is far beyond one's own real realm requires an immeasurable accumulation of magical values.

   And there is a certain probability of losing control.

  But now... with the influx of the blood of the ancient gods.

  In this world, it has a god... or the charm of a god, the breath of a god.

  It is filling every corner of this world, and then actively or even... quite appropriately, it is integrated into the rules of this world.

  The regular silk thread is like a net, the net is on the periphery of the blood of the ancient gods, and slowly penetrates towards the core.

  This relieved Ke Xiaoliang's horrific consumption of magic points.

   The tug-of-war with the monks of the Blood Demon Palace also began to win an overall victory.

   There are many elders in the Blood Demon Palace, and many monks work together to stabilize the blood of the ancient god.

  Ke Xiaoliang has a world of rules to help tug-of-war.

   The 600 millionth!

  The 600 million magic value was ignited.

  Ke Xiaoliang did not directly invest in the option of incorporating the blood of the ancient gods into the wasteland world this time.

   Instead, use the 100 million magical points to construct the **** of the wasteland world.

  That is the God who exists in the mouth, in the story, in the legend.

   In a distant New World.

  On the continent carried by Leviathan, in a small, dilapidated, impoverished base city with extreme material shortages, in an ordinary down-and-out family, an unmarried and virgin girl gave birth in pain.

  She gave birth to a girl with snow-white skin and sea-blue eyes, who was born with light.

  In the wasteland world, the light is getting richer, and the darkness is getting thicker.

  The eight giants of light who guarded Phoenix City and the old continent looked towards the direction of the new continent, and issued an order to arrange a large number of high-level demon sealers to go to the new continent to find the Holy Son and protect her.

  But Matthew, who had already come to the New World, showed a mixture of madness and fanaticism.

   "The Son is born!"

   "God... is back!"

   "And I will also ascend the throne in the darkness, becoming the emperor of eternal night, the immortal ruler of darkness. Then let me...do what I have to do!"

"Father, omniscient and omnipotent, let me kill your incarnation in the mortal world under your guidance!" Matthew stood in the church without a cross, making a terrifying voice, many pure black messengers newly transformed by him, such as Like a flock, they flew away from the roof and scattered across the entire New World, looking for the newborn holy baby.

  In reality... the moment the Holy Baby was born, the Blood of the Ancient God was completely 'programmed' and had a new 'identity'.

   It was just a drop of blood thrown by an ancient god.

  Although it is sacred, powerful, and contains infinite truth and charm, it is only a drop of blood.

  And now, a world...a brand new world has given it the opportunity to truly become a god, how could it miss it?

  Tends to instinct, it also knows how to choose.

Therefore, the blood of the ancient gods mercilessly abandoned the blood demon palace that had supported it for tens of thousands of years, and fell into the arms of Ke Xiaoliang, becoming the symbol of the "god" in the wasteland world, and reincarnated as the newly born Holy Child.

   A new day has begun!

   Wastepaper is still working hard!

   Challenge the fifth day of the fifth watch!

come on! come on! come on!

   Thanks to Brother Huanhaizhu for the rewards! old friend! Thank you!

Awesome!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)