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At the moment when the sutra was chopped by Zhou Wen, Zhou Wen only felt that his body had changed strangely.

The mysterious sigh of the king of life started to work automatically, and the killers who combined with Zhou Wen's body were still bursting with terror, even more terrifying than when they fought with eight souls before.

Zhou Wen's own spirit, Qi and spirit erupted like a volcano.

It's hard to imagine the energy generated by the three forces.

There are so many mythical creatures Zhou Wen has seen, not counting the magic baby who has the ability of fear at the mythical level. It seems that the power that all kinds of powerful mythical creatures, such as the candle dragon and the tyrant bimon, can burst out is not as terrible as the power that Zhou Wen has burst out now.

Driven by such terrible forces, Zhou Wen felt that his body was constantly changing.

This transformation is different from any previous one. The previous transformation is within the range of Zhou Wen's ability to bear, but this time, the energy generated by evolution is no longer within the range of his body.

At the beginning of evolution, Zhou Wen was very worried that his body would explode because he could not bear the force.

In fact, it's true. In an instant, countless cracks appeared on Zhou Wen's flesh and blood, like an eggshell that was about to break.

At this critical moment of life and death, the power of terror is pouring towards one place.

It's a point, a specious point, like the beginning of the universe and the end of the world.

That point seems to be real existence, but it seems to exist only in consciousness.

A point between reality and illusion, originally even its existence is difficult to determine, but when the terrible force injected into that point, that point gradually became clear.

It is constantly changing, and more and more solid, but this kind of solid is very abstract, it does not really exist in reality, it seems only Zhou Wen's own imagination.

Gradually, the point became bigger and brighter, from a point to a roulette.

And on the wheel, there are many strange patterns changing.

The patterns are very abstract. Sometimes Zhou Wen thinks that they are like himself, sometimes they are like killers, and sometimes they are like the souls killed by Zhou Wen.

There seems to be a time when some of the designs of the Taigu emperor, the new era and the prison king are similar to them, but if you look at them carefully, you don't think they are.

It's hard to describe the patterns accurately because the way is not clear.

Even the wheel itself, Zhou Wen did not know what shape it was. He said it was a disc, but it was not a simple surface, it had a spherical radian.

It is said that it is a sphere, but in a certain angle, it is concave, like a coin constantly spinning and changing.

"Is this the wheel of destiny?" Zhou Wen can feel that the wheel of destiny is inextricably linked with himself, just like a part of his body, as important as organs such as brain and heart.

However, it is different from those organs that grow on the body. It exists independently.

"What will be my wheel of destiny? The absolute power of the tyrant bimon is good, and the vision of the cave candle is the strongest, but those seem to have nothing to do with me... "Zhou Wen didn't know what his wheel of destiny would be.

Because there is no experience for him to learn from, maybe he is the first one to rely on his own strength to promote myth.

Three forces are constantly pouring into the forming wheel of destiny, but even the wheel of destiny seems unable to carry such a powerful force.

In particular, the energy of Wang's sigh is endless, just like the Milky way of the universe.

The energy overflowing from the wheel of fate seeped into Zhou Wen's flesh and blood. Under the impact of those energies, the flesh and blood that was in the process of transformation seemed to have some inexplicable changes.

Zhou Wen and the wheel of destiny are constantly changing, especially the pattern on the wheel of destiny, which seems to change more and more slowly, and some lines have stopped moving.

Zhou Wen knew inexplicably that his wheel of destiny should be about to condense, and this is the most critical moment.

"What power will it be? If I have a choice, I hope that the power of the wheel of destiny has something to do with time and space. " Zhou Wen thinks that the power of time and space is easier to understand the origin of the world.

Perhaps the power of space-time is a good starting point to understand the relationship between the different dimensions and the earth universe.

But from the wheel of destiny, there is no pattern related to time and space.

On the wheel of destiny, many lines have been solidified. Those lines seem to be a bit messy, and up to now, there is no reason.

Zhou Wen tried to find some rules, but the reality is that those lines have no rules, one on the left and one on the right, which seems to be very random graffiti.

Most of them are curves, almost no straight lines.

"Ah When most of the lines were formed, Zhou Wen finally saw what the pattern was, and was also astonished.

It's a painting, a portrait of a woman, but it only has one side face, can't see the whole picture, and it's really finished. It's just a incomplete side face, but it's already breathtaking.

But this is not the reason why Zhou Wen was so surprised. What really surprised Zhou Wen was that he was too familiar with this woman's head.

This is the portrait of the woman on the anchor. It can't be wrong. Zhou Wen has seen it too many times and thought about it too many times. Except that there is no anchor, this is the portrait of the woman.

As more as like as two peas, the perfectness of the line also proves that Zhou Wen's guess is exactly the same as the anchor portrait she had seen, except for no anchor.

"Why... Why does that woman's pattern appear on my wheel of destiny..." countless thoughts flashed in Zhou Wen's mind.

Seeing that the portrait of a woman was about to be finished, with only a few strokes left, Zhou Wen suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"That's my wheel of destiny. Why is there a woman on it?" There is some inexplicable emotion in Zhou Wen's heart, which seems to have infected the wheel of fate.

When the last stroke of the portrait of a woman is left, the wheel of destiny suddenly becomes bright, and the wheel of destiny, which originally revolves rapidly, suddenly stops.

The next moment, the wheel of destiny moved again, but this time it did not move before, and it turned back.

Along with the reversal of the wheel of destiny, the portrait of a woman that has been engraved on the wheel of destiny is disappearing.

I don't know why, and I don't know what the consequences will be, but Zhou Wen feels happy.