Chapter 512 The Act of Creation (ask for a monthly ticket)

  To Ke Xiaoliang, it was three random strikes, but in the eyes of those monks, it was full of extreme simplicity and extreme simplification.

  They even did not hesitate to spend their soul source, and they had to imprint every detail of these three strikes in their minds, and wait until later to figure it out slowly.

  Because compared with Ke Xiaoliang's next operation and method, they can see something, it seems that these three strikes are the only ones.

   As for whether they can really research something out of this, it is not certain.

  Many things may not be meaningful when they happen, but they have profound meaning until a long time later.

  Pangu created the world back then, so it may not have been the blind Ji Baqia. Even today, any trace of Pangu's creation of chaos, but isn't it a supreme opportunity?

  So sometimes, meaning exists in communication, as well as the brewing and promotion of time.

  Ke Xiaoliang didn't care what the monks thought or thought.

  He's just doing what he's supposed to be doing.

   With a wave of hands, all spirits are created, the vegetation on the earth prospers, and all kinds of creatures run freely.

   In an instant, all races prospered.

  The primitive civilization is developing rapidly.

  Ke Xiaoliang's incarnation of the Chaos Giant began to growl, and then stood in front of an endless river of gods, his body disintegrated little by little.

  A large amount of blood has merged into the mountains and rivers, into the vegetation, into the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and into everything in this world.

  In the concept of this world, the Chaos Giant no longer exists.

  But in the eyes of those monks, the chaotic giant has completely integrated into this world.

   He is everything in this world.

  Time is passing by Ke Xiaoliang's snapping fingers.

  The blood of the Chaos Giant merged with all things in the mountains and rivers, and various gods were born.

  Most of the gods live in the God Realm and are in charge of everything in the world.

  In the beginning, the three realms were interconnected, and humans and gods lived together. People worshiped and worshiped gods, and gods protected human beings from natural disasters.

   And in this kind of mixed living, the blood of the gods inevitably flows into the mortal world.

  The world has entered a new era.

  The screens are changing and the mountains and rivers are changing. Countless descendants of the gods are galloping across the land.

  Compared with the first ancient gods, they are more aggressive and human, full of truth, goodness and beauty, and also full of ugly evil and desire.

  Birth of a new god... The first descendants of the gods, through refining the blood, developed the potential of the body to the extreme, and then climbed the pillar of heaven and entered the realm of the gods.

   Then the God Realm shook, and the gods fought.

  Some continue to hold high the throne of God, based on the nine heavens, while some are driven into the ground, Yongzhen Youquan.

  Amidst the stern laughter, blood dripping from both eyes, with golden patterns on the back, the ancient **** symbolizing fire, raised his head and smashed the sky pillar.

   At this point in the world of the gods, it is difficult to communicate.

  A large number of celestial pillar fragments scattered on the ground, turning into all kinds of strange treasures.

  The birth, development, and even evolution of the world are all passing quickly before the eyes of those monks.

  They seem to be soaked in some kind of extremely mysterious realm with their souls, making a soul horse to kill chickens.

  It's just that... when they returned to God's Domain and regained their sense of reality, they all felt lost.

  They seemed to have obtained something, as if they had understood something.

   Check carefully, but get nothing.

  However, they firmly believe that they are different, and some things have been buried in their souls, and they will not take root until they reach a sufficient level of cultivation and realm.

  Ke Xiaoliang gave the monks three days to digest.

   Let the wind about the new world blow for a while.

   After the basic common sense of the new world, revealed by many observing monks, has almost become popular, the door of the new world is officially opened to many monks.

  Among all the registered monk blood symbols options, there is an additional option of wild mythology.

  So in an instant, a large number of monks chose to log in and enter the world of wild myths.

  Conjectures about this world and the practical significance of this world have been analyzed in great detail by a large number of thoughtful monks.

  Because of this, many monks flock to this world.

  Even monks who are far from reaching the peak of the primordial spirit, who have broken through the limit... They also hope that they can analyze a kind of mythical bloodline, and then spend plot points to exchange it.

  The sooner you have the mythical blood, the more explicit and implicit convenience you have.

  As for the time ratio of the wild mythical world, Ke Xiaoliang has made a new adjustment, which has been directly adjusted to a terrifying ratio of 100 to 1 compared with reality.

   This made Ke Xiaoliang's daily consumption in this world reach a new level, but it also allowed Ke Xiaoliang to obtain what he wanted in a shorter period of time.

  After paying a full 10,000 points entry fee, Wang Yu also followed the crowd to the world of wild myths.

  But the world did not unfold before his eyes, but was blurred.

   In front of his eyes, there are hundreds of options.

   And behind each option, the corresponding plot points are marked.

   "A generation of gods, the son of the ancient gods sealed in the amber of divine power, requires 1.5 billion plot points to activate."

   "The family members of the new god, the lucky ones who have obtained the divine blood bestowed by the new god, need 1.2 billion plot points to activate."

   "God Eater, an unknown creature in the depths of the abyss that has eaten the flesh and blood of the ancient **** by chance. It needs a billion plot points to activate."

  Wang Yu took a deep breath. Although he had long been accustomed to this style of 'cheating money', he still felt an inexplicable sense of loss at this moment.

  Quickly pull the options to the end. The last option is to consume 100 plot points to randomly obtain identity and bloodline.

  It is possible to obtain the status of the best generation of gods, or it is possible to become the worst abandoned god. The mythical blood in the body has been exhausted, and even the simple blood purification technique cannot be practiced, becoming a complete useless person.

  Although the gambler gene in his body is affecting his judgment, Wang Yu still made the right choice.

   "I choose Ao'an Mountain, join the tribes of the husband, and the blood level is four." After the voice fell, the last 100,000 plot points in Wang Yu's account were cleared at once.

  In an instant, he felt like he was falling like a star, straight into a wild mountain forest.

  The mountains were dead silent.

  Unimaginable ferocious birds and beasts roared one after another in the depths of this majestic and deep mountain.

  Wang Yu felt that he was listening to the outside world through a 'diaphragm'.

   "I... what's wrong with me?"

   "Haven't mastered the body yet?"

   "No! No! I feel like I'm in... I'm in someone's belly!"

   "I haven't been born yet?" Wang Yu was surprised at first, but then overjoyed.

  He began to operate the evil tire scriptures of the Mozong.

   This is a kind of demon cultivator patented for reincarnation and reconstruction. In the embryonic state, by absorbing the energy of the mother while preserving the innate energy, it is used to forge the foundation.

  When he is born, it will definitely lead to the death of the life of the mother who conceived him.

   And at the moment when Wang Yu was running the evil fetus meridian, a large amount of pure energy poured into Wang Yu's body.

  The fullness of energy was beyond Wang Yu's imagination.

  (end of this chapter)