Create a myth of the heavens

Chapter 164 0163: The King of Giants, Master of the Dark Abyss
Thunder Realm, Myth Squad A group of reincarnators survived the last catastrophe, and have lived happily and distressedly in the ruined Thunder Realm for more than two years.

In the past two years or so, they have not forgotten their original intentions, redeveloped the Soul Palace once established in the Thunder Realm, and helped the people whose homes were almost destroyed in the Thunder Realm to rebuild their homes. The slogan made the power of the Hall of Souls grow bigger and bigger.

Of course, this is also inseparable from their own strength.

Although none of them have reached the king-level strength, and the strongest Chen Rong can only maintain the power of the quasi-king when he is transformed into a giant, he is still enough to be called the overlord.

And thanks to their relationship with the ancient world, the current Heavenly Dao Immortal Lord of the Thunder Realm is also very sensible and caring, and secretly gave luck to them. Promoting the ancient world is the slogan of the upper realm.

Any disobedient and tricky thorns, the myth team can't deal with them, and the undead king will kill them in secret.

Therefore, the members of the Shinhwa team seem to be at home in the Thunder World, and they live in style.

But everyone in the Shinhwa team also knows that sooner or later, he will be summoned back by the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and does not belong to this world.

Therefore, even if they are regarded as kings and ancestors in the Thunder World, they still suffer from their status.

On weekdays, it is considered taboo to have any relationship with some indigenous women in the Leijie, and they are all screaming chickens.

"I'm almost fed up with such a bird life. Now many people in the Thunder Realm recognize the righteousness of our Soul Palace and regard the ancient world as the upper realm, but when will the task be completed?
I want to go back, back to my original world"

Captain Birdman fluttered his wings and fluttered in the incomparably splendid palace lobby, a little irritable and impatient.

"Be content, Captain. We were all evildoers in our respective worlds, and we were caught in the Lord God's Dimension to atone for our sins.

It would be nice to still be able to live in style and complete some missions to atone for sins in each world.

Isn't it just not allowed to touch women?We can't touch it, no, we can let them pose in front of us by themselves, and then we can solve it ourselves. If we don't touch it, we won't touch it. "

A team member shook his head and exhorted, and he was used to it.

He even slandered the ruthless restriction of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation countless times in his heart.

It is suspected that that existence may have some kind of hobby, and regards the maternal animals in the whole world as private products.

"That's right, Captain, please be safe."

Sitting like a giant on the tall throne in the lobby, Chen Rong, the reincarnated man, smiled and took a sip of wine from a wine glass that was as big as a wooden barrel.

It could be seen that all the team members, including Captain Bird, attached great importance to Chen Rong, and stopped complaining after his words fell.

"Is such a group of lowest intelligent bodies the product of that world? From their respective bodies, I have sensed the imprints of different worlds."

at this time.

A cold and lofty indifferent voice suddenly resounded in the depths of the hearts of all the members of the Mythology team, as if setting off the ocean of their hearts, casually reading their deep memories and understanding their past.

"Huh? A group of self-proclaimed reincarnation exists, and..."

The cold voice was still murmuring, as if there was a pair of cold and lofty eyes locked on them in an unpredictable certain space, observing them as if they were overlooking ants.

All members of the Shinhwa squad were all thinking dull, and their souls seemed to be frozen.

They can hear the obscure and cold voice that is difficult to understand, it seems to be an incomparably noble and advanced civilized language, every character is full of charm, but they don't know the group together.

In such a voice, they were like ants sealed by frost, and their thoughts were all inactive.

But at this moment, another majestic and cold voice that was extremely familiar to them suddenly came from the etheric body deep in their hearts.

"It's not polite to touch other people's belongings."

The cold and lofty voice suddenly paused, and then continued to speak in that incomprehensible noble language indifferently, "Others? Do you claim to be human?"

Tang Jian's veins twitched slightly in the dimensional space.

It is true that he is a creator god, but why is he not a human being?
This unknown visitor who coerced the undead king to stare at his reincarnated people is really rude.

But it seems that it is really very powerful.

To the north of the barren ancient times, the land of mist.

Time always flies by inadvertently.

This vast area of ​​increasingly shrinking fog has also become more weird and distorted as the evil power in the dark abyss expands, and it is full of all kinds of unimaginable things.

It can be said that the place where the players of Qilingxing descended was only the outer area to the south of the Misty Land, and it was personally selected by Tang Jian.

That land of descent has now slowly dissipated as the fog continues, and it is gradually not far from seeing the sun again.

And in the strange area deep in the Misty Land, apart from the self-enclosed gods of the heavens and the ghost officials of the underworld who are completely isolated from the world, there are very few people in the world who have the ability to set foot.

Even the immortals of the heavens and the ghost officials of the underworld dare not go deep into the depths of the misty land.

Because since ancient times, in the depths of the Misty Land, there have been terrifying dreams that drive the gods crazy—absurd dreams that belong to the wild gods.

at this time.

In the depths of the misty land, two beautiful and powerful female visitors were ushered in.

They are pretty but also slightly heroic, and their temperament and dignity seem to be in the upper class for a long time.

A graceful and long figure, exuding a lustrous jade quality all over the body.

One has a human body and a snake tail, full of monsters and strange painting styles, and every move carries a majestic momentum, walking in the depths of the misty land and strolling in the garden.

They are naturally Nuwa and Houtu, the only two female emperors in the barren land today.

Houtu is extremely talented, he is the fetus of the earth, he has gained the luck of experience in the secluded world, and he has become the emperor at that time, and he has embossed the seal of the emperor.

Nuwa is the ancestor of human beings in ancient times. She once became the first king-level powerhouse of the human race by virtue of her high destiny. Later, she became a saint.

But even these two great emperors became more dignified the deeper they went into the foggy land.

The strange power contained in the surrounding mist made them all feel the danger of being polluted and twisted mentally.

They would often fall into strange scenes, which seemed to be a kingdom of giants, with tens of thousands of feet tall giants walking on the extremely spacious and huge streets, noisy, terrifying, full of absurdity, Scary, unrealistic colors.

Nu Wa forcibly condensed the seal of the Great Emperor and pulled her spirit out of the wild god dream.

Hou Tu was still immersed in the Rage God's dream, and when she saw an incomparably huge foot trampling down from the sky, she screamed in her heart, and immediately used the power of the emperor's seal between her eyebrows to forcibly escape from the Rage God's dream.

"Are you okay?" Nuwa looked at Houtu and said solemnly, "Here, we can only rely on ourselves, and no one can help anyone.

Once I try to wake you up, I'll fall back into the dream again.

Be careful, use the emperor seal to gather the general trend of the world and escape from the dream at any time.

Once we are trampled on by those terrifying giants in our dreams, or run over by that huge weird wheel, we will all be traumatized. "

Houtu's eyes frightened, "How could there be so many giants in the dream of the Rage God? Could this be the hometown of giants in the dream of the ancestor?"

Nuwa said solemnly, "Although it's not the first time I come here, every time I come here, I can't help but fall into the frightening dream of the wild god.

The pictures in these dreams are likely to be real, and they are the outer world where our ancestor, the Desolate Lord, once lived.

I call it [Giant Court]. "

"Giant King's Court?"

Houtu was thoughtful.

Nuwa: "The holy ancestor is missing, but there are traces of dreams left by him in the misty land.

Those who fell into his dream became crazy and became the lost souls, and the beasts were all twisted wildly and became beasts of mist.

And we can stay awake, maybe this is an advantage, maybe we can see through the dream and find the ancestor, or go to the real giant court. "

Houtu: "But the purpose of our trip is not to explore the giant court."

"That's right." Nuwa looked into the depths of the mist, a blazing fire was shining in the depths, her eyes narrowed slightly, "The remains of the little Golden Crow that was once killed by Emperor Qing are indeed deep in the mist. "

She retracted her gaze, "Let's go, follow the position you sensed, we will find the passage leading to the dark abyss, and destroy it, even if we cut off the source of evil in the dark abyss."

Houtu hesitated, "Mother, why do I feel that you seem to be hiding something from me?"

Nuwa's eyes flashed, "Let's go, I hope I'm thinking too much."

Deep in the dark abyss.

The slippery and evil tentacles dormant in the channel leading to the ground fissure of the foggy land squirmed and twisted.

At the center of the tentacles, there are countless suckers attached to the tentacles, which is the sword formation of Zhu Xian's Four Demon Swords that seals the evil god of darkness in it. A strong and evil cold breath is emanating from the tentacles.

It can be seen that the flesh and blood on the surface of the tentacles are cracked, and there are densely packed gloomy pupils growing inside.

Taking a closer look at those cold pupils, they are somewhat similar to Huang's pupils, but they are extremely cold and ruthless, and there is only pure evil.

These eyes stare coldly and indifferently at the entire dark abyss, causing countless powerful abyssal demon gods to tremble and fear. They regard them as the master of the dark abyss and listen to their orders.

Suddenly, several of the eyes locked in three directions respectively.

One bearing is the depths of the Mists to the north.

One direction is the former site of the original Demon Nest.

Another location is the place where Chiyou died in the battle of Zhuolu in the past.

"Boom-"

An abyssal language full of filth, evil, and incomprehensibility emanated from the existence that was regarded as the master of the dark abyss.

It was as if a signal of some kind of command had been released.

Countless demon gods in the entire dark abyss began to agitate.

Deep in the land of mist in the north, in the dark mist, countless crazy beings have awakened
　Thanks Yu Qianhen for the reward!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)