Evolve from a Tree

There used to be two life field-level couples who took advantage of the huge improvement in domain complementarity to become the tyrant of one side, and ordinary forging gods had no choice but to die when they met them.

And domain fusion is more terrifying than domain complementation.

It is no longer as simple as 1+1=2, and it directly leaps to the level of (1+1)3=9!

With a perfect level of domain integration, even if one day accidentally provokes the Yin God Realm, he can escape.

Although domain complementarity is rare, it is not without it, but domain fusion is rare.

In the long years of the Wingless King, he has only seen two domain fusions.

Its rarity can be imagined.

A world composed entirely of pure thunder keeps out the oncoming Kuroshio, no matter what methods the Kuroshio uses, it will still be difficult to break through that thin barrier.

Ye Luo's domain gave new possibilities to her sister's domain. The two domains merged with each other, and it was indistinguishable from each other, erupting a shockingly terrifying energy.

It actually blocked the Wingless King, an old monster left over from ancient times.

"Showing such talent at such a young age, I really deserve to be my intended follower."

The Wingless King smiled instead of anger. Only such rare and peerless geniuses are eligible to be his followers, and mediocre people are not even eligible to be his servants.

"Then, I'll be a little more serious."

The words of the Wingless King fell into the ears of the spiritual cultivators hiding behind the two sisters, and they turned into noisy and chaotic murmurs, which were full of despair, madness, and resentment.

"You are here, I know, come on, join us, we will become one and be liberated."

"Why did we lose the light?"

"My lord, why did you fall from the sky as great as you, who can save this dying world."

"Don't run away, face the despair of the world, use your blood relatives to form the boat of Duer, it will carry us to the other shore."

With this murmur, their pupils gradually lost their color and turned into the color of black blood—turbid and decayed.

But subconsciously squeezed out a warm smile on his face, this smile is very comfortable at first glance, but after a long time, it will produce an extremely strong sense of disgust, wishing to tear off this hypocritical mask of enthusiasm.

These devotionals think so, and they do.

Looking at the image reflected in the Kuroshio, unspeakable anger began to appear in their hearts.

Why, why is your smile so hypocritical.

Why, why your expression is so empty.

Why, why are your muscles so stiff.

They hate everything about themselves, and under the urging of this emotion, they began to have spiritual practice to actively transform all these imperfect things.

Their hands firmly grasped the two ends of their own skins and tore them out forcefully, only to hear a tearing sound, like tearing cloth, their faces were divided into two by themselves with the bridge of their noses as the middle boundary.

The bright red muscle tissue was exposed to the air, but these people showed gratified smiles as if they felt no pain.

Black blood began to ooze out of their eye sockets quickly, dripping down with viscous asphalt.

These pitch-like black blood gathered together, as if gathering all the evil in the world.

There is no temperature at all, only endless coldness.

Ordinary people just take a look at it, and their souls will be polluted, distorted, and assimilated.

"The prelude to the carnival begins to play, step into the party of despair, when everything returns to silence, it is the time for you to be naturalized."