At this moment I revive the Chinese gods

The dark golden figure trembled slightly, and after a long time sighed and said, "Brother, aren't you the same?"

The voice did not speak, as if in silence.

"Sheng Sheng" continued: "If you are willing to let go, you can remind him before he enters this space, but you haven't."

Suddenly, he smiled: "We are all devils, aren't we?"

Suddenly, waves surged in the wonton space, and infinite power stretched out in secret, turning into a huge golden figure.

That is the embodiment of the concept of a Golden Crow.

Three-legged Golden Crow!

The huge body kneaded together and returned to the size of a normal person.

He was full of red-gold brilliance, wearing a divine crown, and a pair of huge wings grew out of his back.

If Zhao Feiyu was here, he would definitely be surprised, because Xiao Hei's facial features could be seen in that blurred face.

"I don't know whether such a choice is right or wrong!" Xiao Hei shook his head slightly, as if lost in confusion.

"This is God's will!" "Ku Sheng" was silent, and then sighed deeply, "His birth, his time travel, everything about him is under our control, and even he is a person because of the two of us." existence of the will."

"We used the system to control his fate, entered his life, and guided him here."

"How can you give up halfway?"

"Can he really resurrect Father God?" Xiao Hei suddenly raised his head and looked deeply at his younger brother.

"I don't know!" Sheng Sheng didn't answer in the affirmative, and his gaze was thrown into the endless waves again, "Maybe, maybe he is really the person in the prophecy!"

Legend has it that after the Creator opened up the world and created all things, his body became the foundation of the existence of the universe.

That is the pillar on which the multi-dimensional world is established, and the will of God is gradually dissipating in the long sleep.

Everything that Sheng Sheng said to Zhao Feiyu before is true, including his previous identity.

The Demon God is the second son of God, the ruler of the Heavenly Demon Clan, and controls all spirits.

But it's not his main body, it's just a sliver of his spirit fragments.And the myth of the Creator is also true, but the Son of God will not be stupid enough to fight for resources.

Everything is being arranged, arranging Zhao Feiyu's fate.

The slumber of the Creator is because a part of his body sinks in the chaos and turbulence, and cannot return.

As early as the early days of chaos, the two started rehearsals, including time travel, and a series of promotions. The life Zhao Feiyu thought was actually being dominated by the will of the gods from the beginning to the end.

Just to get a part of him back here.

The three-legged Golden Crow, that is, Xiao Hei turned around slowly: "I hope...he can survive!"

"He is my master after all!" After saying this, his figure disappeared into the world of this conceptual dimension.

Sheng Sheng stood there, silent for a long time and then shook his head slightly: "He is also my boss!"

……

In the turbulent turbulence of light, the two only felt that their spirit bodies were being torn apart crazily. Compared with the previous breeze, this place was more like a domain ruled by a hurricane.

Looking up and looking around, those places no longer had the brilliance of chaos, but were pitch black and dead.

"Have you left the conceptual world?" Zhao Feiyu said inwardly, while trying to stabilize Daozu Hongjun's spiritual body with one hand so that it would not spread.

His spiritual consciousness and state are quite stable, even in such a violent storm, he still stands upright.

But the ancestor Hongjun next to him was different. Even with the blessing of angel divinity, he still couldn't change his essence of being just a saint.

In the face of such a torrent, if you want to persevere, you must rely on Zhao Feiyu.

"Ancestor Dao, hold the Yuan and keep the one, don't be polluted by the surrounding divinity!" Zhao Feiyu frowned and warned.

Those torrents signify the purest holiness, to be polluted together, and that would lead to an irreversible assimilation.

And this also means that Patriarch Hongjun will become a part of this dark river.

"I understand!" Hongjun Daozu closed his eyes tightly, and used meditation to counter the crazy roars in his ears. Those were the mantras of the sacred realm to purify the filth.

But this process obviously cannot last.

"Damn it, the range of this river is beyond my expectation!" Zhao Feiyu frowned tightly, and now the connection between the main god space and him has been cut off, otherwise the ancestor Hongjun could have been sent into it.

"What should I do!" Zhao Feiyu's eyes flashed with thought, and suddenly he had an inspiration, "By the way, this is not a complete real world, but a distorted conceptual level. There is no fixed form change here, and some are just constantly changing. A tenuous balance exists in distortion."

"Since this is the case, then maybe..." After making up his mind, Zhao Feiyu immediately implemented it, "Daozu, shrink your spirit body to the limit that you can control!"

"what?"

Daoist Hongjun was taken aback when he heard the words, but he has lived countless years, and his IQ must be above the line, so he immediately understood Zhao Feiyu's meaning, nodded and said, "I will try!"

Suddenly, his body began to distort, and his human form had disappeared, turning into a fuzzy orb of spirit body.

On the sphere, there was a sacred phantom with wings that completely enveloped the former, but the surrounding torrent rushed up, but it couldn't touch Hongjun Daozu's body at all.

But correspondingly, the phantom of the angel began to quickly dissipate and fade under the severe erosion, and it seemed to be dying.

Zhao Feiyu rescued the scene in time, and his figure turned into a giant beast, swallowing the angel and Daozu Hongjun in one gulp.

Immediately, his body shape changed into a slender cone, sneaking at the bottom of the running dark river.

Zhao Feiyu didn't know how long this process lasted. Under the long-term burden, even he couldn't perceive the changes in the outside world, and his consciousness fell into a deep sleep.

But Hongjun Daozu can only maintain a ray of clarity under the heavy barriers:

"I hope everything is safe!" He also fell into a coma.

a whistle.

Consciousness returned to the spirit body, Daozu Hongjun opened his eyes instantly, and the bright sunlight penetrated the illusory figure, bringing bursts of warm feeling.

The unique spiritual fluctuations of the woods also tell a fact from the side.

He is out!

The angel divinity in his body also disappeared, and the unburdened old man suddenly became pleasantly surprised: "Boy, we succeeded, we really came out!"

He turned his head and looked around, the joy on his face froze instantly, the surrounding forest was vast, but there was no sign of Zhao Feiyu.

"He... didn't come out?"

……

Above the center of the fierce battlefield, a dazzling divine light illuminated the earth, and several streams of light fell down like stars.

A few figures were outlined in the twisted light.