The Burial of the Fantasy City

Boom!

Boom!

In this small world, it is clear that the sun is shining, but at the moment when the ink rain whispered, the clear sky was shocked with endless lightning and thunder.

“Is it going to rain?”

“This damn weather changes as it says…”

“How do I feel that the earth has just shaken”

……

“Is it my delusion?”

Others were concerned about the sudden change in the weather, but Ling Dong’s mind was all focused on that mysterious heavenly sound. Tianyin flashed away, and Ling Dong thought it was an illusion.

“Divine Stone, Nine Divine Runes… It should be “Wu Po Huanyu”

After hearing the two familiar names of ‘Ling Xiao’ and ‘Ling Dong’, Mo Yu’s divine thoughts swept through all corners of the Xiaoqian World in a few breaths, and he saw things that also made him feel familiar, divine stones, great desolate ancient monuments, devouring runes, thunder runes…

“I didn’t expect that the small world “Wu Po Huanyu” actually evolved in my body”

The sound of heaven reappeared, and the sudden wind and thunder between heaven and earth became more and more terrifying.

“Wu Po Huanyu” was created and evolved by Mo Yu, and his every word and deed will be transformed into this realm of heavenly power.

“Who, you… Who exactly? ”

Ling Dong was shocked and frightened, and he looked around at the wind and thunder in all directions, trying to find out the source of the Tianyin.

However, Mo Yu was a god-like existence in this realm, and if he did not take the initiative to appear, how could Ling Dong see him.

Not to mention Ling Dong, even the strongest existence in the Xiaoqian World at this moment, he definitely couldn’t do this.

“Who am I…”

Looking at Ling Dong who was looking around, Mo Yu tried to find a word that could prepare to locate his identity.

In the newly opened small world, if Mo Yu did not borrow his body to condense inside, most of the creatures inside would not be able to hear what Mo Yu said. Mo Yu’s words will be heavenly power outside the normal weather to them.

However, this Ling Dong is not an ordinary creature, just like the heavens and realms outside Mo Yu, the small world created by Mo Yu also has the son of luck, and Ling Dong is the son of luck of “Wu Po Huanyu”. The son of luck bears the heavy responsibility of helping Mo Yu evolve the small thousand world, and when the son of luck grows to the extreme that can be achieved in the small thousand world, ink rain can promote the small thousand world in the body to the middle thousand world. Once successfully promoted, Mo Yu will gain immeasurable creation.

As the son of luck in the world opened up by Mo Yu, Ling Dong is equivalent to Mo Yu’s divine son. Only he can hear the words of the Creator God Mo Yu in this world, and only he can communicate with the Creator God.

It was nothing for Mo Yu to think about how to locate his identity, but the glance he gave Ling Dong a glimpse of endless panic.

The invisible gaze condensed, and Ling Dong suddenly felt that he was calcined by the divine fire. What was even more terrifying was that the heaven and earth in his eyes were reversed, and his young body instantly became a prime. Another moment he became an old man of vicissitudes, and another moment he was buried in the loess.

He escaped into samsara, and he was born again as a human being.

He grows, he dies.

Each life is a different identity, and each life makes Ling Dong unforgettable.

It’s not an illusory bubble, it’s all real life.

Mo Yu’s few breaths of staring made Ling Dong go through several lifetimes of life.

One breath, one life.

Even though he was the son of luck in the Xiaoqian world and his character was beyond ordinary people, Ling Dong was still a son of luck who had not grown up.

He, just a child, had never seen and experienced such a strange thing.

One word turned into wind and thunder, one glance turned the heaven and earth, and one glance sent him into reincarnation.

This is terrible!

“Huh?”

Mo Yu, who returned to his senses in time, noticed his mistake.

“Blame me for staring at you a few more times”

Mo Yu said in a faint inaudible voice, but this language still turned into Tianwei.

“Reincarnation is not something you can afford right now. It’s not good for you, it’s not good for the world.”

As the existence that created the “Wu Po Huanyu”, Mo Yu could indeed give Ling Dong, the son of luck, many reincarnation insights according to his own realm, so that his cultivation could be instantly improved. But the evolution of the Xiaoqian World “Wu Po Huanyu” is, in a sense, the growth of Ling Dong, the son of luck. Only by relying on himself to grow step by step can he promote the evolution of the Xiaoqian World little by little. If Mo Yu did that, he could make Ling Dong a strong overnight, but it would become a false fantasy and could not drive the evolution of “Wu Po Huanyu”.

“Scatter…”

A word scattered made Ling Dong’s experience another reincarnation retreat.

After several lifetimes of life turned around, he came out of the loess to become an old man, from an old man to middle age, from middle age to youth, and finally from young Lingdong to a young Lingdong.

The vicissitudes of the pupils turned into the original determination and unyielding.

Unforgettable life experiences, faded from memory.

After several lifetimes of life, the vicissitudes of perception are like a dream.

Although the memory faded, it still left some traces to some extent, but it would not affect Ling Dong’s real life.

Ling Dong, who was still in boundless shock and shock, took a sharp turn in his sight again.

The sky, which was still bright in the eyes of other creatures, became a vast nothingness in his eyes.

That piece of nothingness slowly condensed into a face.

“This…”

Words could no longer describe Ling Dong’s state of mind, and the little boy clenched his fists tightly.

Suddenly, he remembered the legend that had been circulating since the existence of this world.

There was a look of excitement in his eyes, and Ling Dong looked at the face made of nothingness, and he asked with great respect: “You, you… Is it God the Father? ”

When the creatures in this world are born, there will be a mysterious realization in their minds: God the Father created the evolutionary world, and the world gave birth to living beings. Spiritual practice, stealing yin and yang. The extreme of martial arts, can break the sky, can move, can see the Father God!

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PS: There is a big saying that it is uncomfortable to see if the name is changed, and the wood can only say that if you do not change the name, it is not a problem of uncomfortable reading, but then the book is directly gone. Wood’s first online game Wanjie is largely so unobtainable, so the big ones will go down.