Candle Dragon to the left

A beam of light hits the universe.

It seemed that even the cold darkness of death had been driven away.

Mole wanted to touch the beam of light, but he retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.

The light from outside the universe contains incomparably majestic power. Even a single law of return to the source cannot match the torrent that created this light. It tilts down and cuts through the universe like an endless sharp sword.

I even felt a very familiar force in it.

Is it Yufa?

He thought for a moment and gave a negative answer.

It’s not the law of the universe, it’s the law of space.This beam of light contains the law of space, and there are also some mysterious and powerful forces wrapped in it. There is more than one law of origin!
Looking against the light, he saw several extremely tall shadows standing in the light, with crowns symbolizing the law on their heads, and wearing masks that were either ferocious or sacred.

One of them cast a sharp gaze at him, and he was a little dazed. At this moment, he seemed to see a pair of eyes that were exactly the same as Nan Zhu's, gorgeous and magnificent dark gold.

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Jiuzhou is desolate, and tribes are scattered in all directions. In recent years, there have been endless battles.

Some tribes do it for territory and population, and some tribes do it to attack tribes that believe in different gods in order to gain power from the gods.Others, such as the current war, the simple and crude reason is for women.

A primitive and barbaric era full of violence.

It was also an era of freedom full of vitality.

Without the constraints of morality and rationality, people brandished weapons and continued to cultivate intensively on this vast and barren land.

The leaders of the tribe thought that the territory they saw in front of them was the whole world. Little did they know that they were just fighting from one mountain to another on a small plain outside the Taihang Mountains, and they had not even touched the gate of the Taihang Mountains.

The gods that the tribes believed in, the original gods and the creators, Da Zhiyi, only cared about the chaos in the sky, and ignored everything else, allowing it to grow wildly.

Such days lasted for many years, and the tribal leaders changed from generation to generation. Even the original gods were no longer aware of the era, let alone the fat man who slept all day long in black and white.

Today is a great day.The war was over, and the leader won another victory for the tribe's people, and by the way, he snatched the beautiful woman away from the blind tribe.

The leader came to the altar to worship as promised and asked his men to tie the beautiful woman to the stone pillar of the altar.

The woman's face was horrified and she shouted, "Don't you love me?"Why do this?You killed my people for me, and I finally agreed to commit myself to you. Why did you put me on the altar as an animal?

The leader waved his hands and yawned. After days and nights of fighting, he was very tired. Seeing the woman who was about to go crazy, the leader frowned and said, "The gods have taken a liking to you. It's none of my business!"I'll fight as soon as I break.When you open your eyes, you have a whole tribe to feed, so how can I have the heart to play with you about fighting for love?
After saying that, he started calling the gods.

The priests danced around the woman, with strange steps and strange postures, but there was a trace of aura permeating the area. The woman had a high status in the tribe, and they recognized that this was a dance to communicate with the gods.

One of the priests held a scimitar, another held a stone bowl, and the rest held various wooden sticks. After cleaning the woman, they wrote runes on the woman's body. From a distance, The woman's frightened neighing sound and her white flesh combined together were like a howling piglet.

After the last stroke of the rune was drawn, the priest used a scimitar to cut open the woman's belly. The two priests squatted down, took out the organs from the cut belly and put them in stone bowls. Then the priest holding the herbal spirit flower put the These herbs are ground and stuffed into the woman's stomach.

Because of the runes, the woman is still alive.

The dancing continued and the chanting continued.

But the sacrificial ceremony lasted from day to night, and no god appeared.

The leader felt something was wrong.The gods like fresh things. When the night passes, the runes that keep women alive will lose their spiritual power. If the woman dies and has no offerings to the gods, isn't this battle in vain?

The priests were extremely tired. The divine dance was a ritual that consumed extremely spiritual energy. The continuous divine dance day and night had exhausted all the spiritual energy in their bodies.

Finally, at the moment when the horizon turned white, the woman saved the last bite, and the god came.

It's just a corpse.

The corpses of gods fell from the sky like dumplings. Some belonged to their tribe, some belonged to the tribe next door, and some leaders couldn't tell which tribe they believed in.

These corpses fell into the mountains and smashed the peaks. They fell into the water and caused floods. They fell into the tribes and crushed countless tribesmen to death.

"What is that?" The leader stood up and looked at the sky.

The runes on the woman's body began to fail, and the coldness of death enveloped her.

She saw clearly that a huge air mass appeared in the sky. The black and white air mass mixed with day and night, expanding infinitely in her eyes.

Finally, her pupils dilated, and the black and white air reflected in her glassy, ​​mirror-like pupils enveloped the sky.

A huge, fat shadow appeared above the clouds with arms akimbo.

"Your Majesty!" The priest's roar awakened the leader, and his eyes looking toward the sky hid deep fear.The altar cracked, the earth trembled, huge fissures appeared, and the priests fell into the abyss.

The leader turned around, and deep in the mountains, lightning flashed, reaching the sky and the earth.Like the shadow of a beast crawling on the mountains, its sharp claws press over the mountains.

Beyond the thunder, bright light spread all the way. Thousands of monks sat in the light and chanted ancient scriptures. On the palm of the body made of glass, a golden roc spread its wings.

He remembered an ancient legend.

The most ancient and primitive gods sleep in this world. Before them, the earth was barren and lifeless, filled with death and silence. It was their arrival that brought life.The so-called lofty gods are just their prey.

Now, the legend has come true.

The mighty thunder prison of heaven, the paradise world, and the black and white chaos at the beginning of heaven.

"boom--!"

A golden obelisk rises from the ground.

The ripples of the void spread layer by layer, wrapping up those huge figures.

They disappeared.

The world is destroyed, or the scene of creation disappears, like an illusion.

But there are still cracks in the earth, and the bodies of gods still lie in the mountains and rivers.

The man finally relaxed and slumped down on the throne.

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A beam of light flashed across the sky.

The shell of the universe breaks open, and after tens of thousands of years, the kings reunite.

They had a feeling the trip would return.

The dragon vein guides them on their way home.

The depth of the universe was moving away from them. It felt like they were crossing the cosmic bridge of Hetuluoshu. The surroundings were full of colorful colors and overflowing spiritual power. The distorted images of the outside world were mixed into the colors, making them look weird and magical.

The power of law at the source level spread everywhere outside the beam, and they saw something clearly.

This is actually walking through a battlefield.

There are tall human figures with stars as their structures, majestic behemoths with endless crawling bodies and treasures in their mouths, and deep holes where the true body cannot be peered into.

They were passing by the cheek of a giant black beast.

At a casual glance, the giant black beast covered in scales looked at the mole in the beam.

"Who is he?" Zhu heard Qing Yan whispering in a low voice.

"I don't know." Zhu didn't know this giant beast, but he saw the method of this giant beast, the law of space.

"No...I mean him!" Qing Yan's tone was trembling.

Mole turned his head, and there was a figure floating next to the black giant beast. The sacrificial robes were flying, and he seemed to have no sense of existence compared to those mighty and majestic returning creatures.

But this figure is almost identical to Nan Zhu!

"Who is he?" Qing Yan asked again.

"Hurry up and pack up and run away. The brothers are almost dying, and why don't you leave that one asking questions!" Suddenly, the black giant beast said.

"This guy is Tianyang's commanding law of time, the law of time." The giant beast said angrily, but he was actually answering Qing Yan's question.

After saying that, he jumped forward and fell straight down.

Only then did the kings notice where they were coming from.

The starting point of the beam comes from an entrenched red dragon.

The dragon's face was wearing a golden mask similar to the Guiyuan's, and he was watching them leave, with golden lotuses slowly blooming in his huge pupils.