Beast Control: My mythical beasts are all based on imagination

40th year.

"There's a mountain out there... People can't forget!

" The earth-shattering song echoed in the silent treasure space, and the bloated hands of a terrifying "big fat man"

held the red horn on the forehead of the Thunder Attribute Spirit Spring statue.

The whole person was lying on the back of the sacred Lingquan statue like a thunder god, with a big mouth opening and closing from time to time, singing songs from another world.

And the other person here, the godless dead eyes, changed from the initial disdain and disdain to listening and thinking.

At last.

Wisps of black mist fell from the corners of the eyes of the Ancient Emperor of Linyuan, like his tears.

"A mountain and a mountain high, hahaha...

"It's been 100,000 years, Xuan'er, I still can't forget you!"

"The silver hair that is as gorgeous as a galaxy is really beautiful, supple and tough..."

The ancient emperor of Linyuan muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with memories.

Time had advanced to now, and he had already known what Ye Youqian's wish was when he first sacrificed.

Emperor Linyuan Ancient has lost!

Lost completely!

Now.

He only hopes that this lonely torture can end soon.

"Xuan'er, it's coming, I'll be on your side soon.

"At that point, we'll be together again. The

words fell.

The body of the Linyuan Ancient Emperor was shattered, and he chose to "commit suicide" for the first time, returning to the black mist scattered in the treasure space, and taking the initiative to promote the process of integration.

......

50th year.

A "big fat man" moved his heavy body, wandering around the two Lingquan statues, a pair of eyes flashing with pale thunder, squinting into a line.

From all angles, the gentleman looked at every corner of the Blue Spirit Spring Statue and the Thunder Spirit Spring Statue.

Sometimes.

He would also crouch down and pat himself on the head to hit a spiritual spring comparable to a large lake, making his head smaller and easier to get into a certain place.

Lying down... Lying down, 10 years passed in a flash.

......

60th year.

A magical change was born in the silent treasure space.

Except for the last Lingquan statue that has not been lifted, the remaining 8 are all transformed from the appearance and appearance of Ye Youqian, to a fairy-like figure.

Although it is a cold statue, it has a certain shocking charm.

In particular, the huge height of 500,000 meters is enough for trillions of living beings to look up to the miracle of heaven and earth.

Big Fat is happy that he has a new toy again.

"Hey, hey, hey, the big blue tail is so beautiful, you must hold and lick it when you have the opportunity in the future."

"This dragon tail is also good, hot enough, I like it. Every

time the "big fat man" talked to himself, he heard a muffled snort that shook the sky, making a person somewhere look unhappy and feel even more unhappy in his heart.

It's a pity that

I can't beat it, so I can only choose to ignore it.

......

70th year.

The "big fat man", which was so huge that it was 500,000 meters tall, disappeared, leaving only a handsome young man with pale eyes and blazing thunder.

Like a salted fish, lying on the chest of the blue Lingquan statue, his eyes were dull, staring at a dark sky.

"Hmph

!" "Soft Rice King

!" "Waste!"

The

black mist condensed into the figure of the Linyuan Ancient Emperor, wandering aimlessly around the treasure space, and when he passed by Ye Youqian's side, he couldn't help but curse a few words.

And the parties completely ignored it.

Unless.

The Linyuan Ancient Emperor was within 10 meters of him, and at that time, it was the moment of thunder attack.

......

80th year.

Two figures lay on the ground of the golden ninefold spirit platform, like two corpses, staring at the pitch-black sky with wide and dull eyes.

This is the result of "friendly consultation", as long as the Lingquan Ancient Emperor dares to set foot near the nine Lingquan statues, Ye Youqian will inevitably hold a thunder knife and send him home.

Occasionally.

One of them can say something, but often no one responds.

The longest conversation, but only four sentences.

"Soft Rice King, the last Spirit Spring statue seems to contain the secret of your strange ability, it has the potential, enough to subvert the Blue Fish Realm. "

Oh. Ye

Youqian replied weakly, trying to reduce the number of words to a minimum, which can be called lazy to the extreme.

The Linyuan Ancient Emperor had long been Xi to it, and did not care, and continued: "That Spirit Spring statue, the contract may be your first imperial beast.

And it's because of it that you have such amazing abilities.

"She's a beast, and she doesn't need a contract.

Ye Youqian rarely said a complete sentence, then closed his eyes, turned over, and signaled that the ancient emperor of Linyuan could get out.

Bang!

Lingquan Ancient Emperor's body shattered, turning into a thick black mist, which was absorbed by the Treasure Book Space instinct.

"That's the case!"

"That guy, why is it more thorough than I perceive?" The

black mist condensed into the soul consciousness body of the Linyuan Ancient Emperor, suspended in the statue of the Lingquan engraved with the ancient word [soul], and a slight breathing sound was perceived by him along the mysterious soul connection.

Breathe

! The statue of the fountain breathes

! It is alive!

But it is sleeping at this time.

"It's amazing

!" "There is such a strange thing in the world!"

"The value of this Lingquan statue is probably not inferior to that of a golden meteorite 100,000 years ago." "

Suddenly.

The Ancient Emperor of Linyuan raised his head suddenly, and there was a hint of sudden realization in his dead eyes, and his face was full of shock.

"Could it be that the original golden meteorite was not attracted by the blue fish world.

"Rather, it's for this thing. "

Yes, the area where the waste of the Soft Rice King is located is the place where the golden meteorite originally landed.

"Oh my God, since this thing is a Lingquan statue, it proves that it was extremely fragile in the first place. And now, step by step to the height it is today, what is its origin?"

The Ancient Emperor of Linyuan was stunned, stunned in place, racking his brains to think about all possibilities.

......

90th year.

Ye Youqian joined the research of the ancient emperor of Linyuan to discuss the possibility of the origin of this Lingquan statue.

Unfortunately,

in the end, no accurate conclusion was reached.

Time passed, and the fragments of heaven and earth and stars in the treasure space almost disappeared, and even the fragments the size of fingernails could not be seen.

All that remained, a trace of black mist scattered everywhere.

"It's time for me to go. "

Oh. "

Don't you want to know the results of my decades of research?"

"

Ye Youqian's speech is still so short and efficient.

"Hahaha!"

"Wishful thinking, you don't want to know from me in your life."

The Ancient Emperor of Linyuan laughed wildly, his black mist-shrouded face was full of happy smiles, and his right hand suddenly poked out, piercing Ye Youqian's chest like a sharp blade.

A "heart" diffused with pale thunder was taken out by the Linyuan Ancient Emperor, and his face was hideous. The fiery arc of electricity flowed, rapidly eroding his arm, and even the entire will and soul aggregate.

This is the second time.

The ancient emperor of Linyuan, in this battle of will and soul, was seriously injured by Ye Youqian.

"Is there still nostalgia?" Ye

Youqian's brows tightened, but his words were extremely flat, and he asked directly at the Linyuan Ancient Emperor who was gradually infected by the pale thunder.

The Ancient Emperor of Linyuan was silent, and after staring at Ye Youqian for a moment, he raised his head, leaving his last sigh before he was annihilated.

"After 100,000 years of loneliness, once the dream of the sixth child comes to nothing.

"After all these years, don't forget it. The

words fell.

The soul of the ancient emperor of Linyuan was extinguished, and the black mist swirled in the heaven and earth, gradually dissipating.

In a trance, if there are millions of heroes lined up in front of them to greet their emperor

; in a trance, there seems to be a giant beast hissing, Bai Yao invites each other, and the star spirit swears;

in a trance, the silver hair flutters, and the beauty smiles, just like in the past.

Volume 1: This past year, don't forget it.

Finish.