The Riddler Get Out of Terra

History tells the genius who initiated the ceremony at this moment:

"Terra was once invaded by extremely terrifying starry sky monsters. The most powerful gods were no match for any projection. There were people who were constantly resurrected to fight with the support of the planet, but the outer gods discovered this, and they polluted Understand Terra’s resurrection process!”

"After that, even the original bodies of us fragments would rather sleep or even be divided than choose to be resurrected. Anything that returns from death will not be the original ones! The will that thinks it is strong is insignificant in the face of external gods. In the end, all that will come to life will be the shadow of the outer god!"

Nian's anxious call attracted Kong Ming's attention, and the goddess of fire keenly discovered the moving light in the water body's eyes.

There is a special temperament about Kong Ming, which is unique to this person. After his appearance, the water avatar, which is like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture, has a completely different look and feel.

Kong Ming looked at Nian inexplicably carefully for a while, and his pupils transformed into golden pupils that reflected every inch of Nian's beautiful face.

It was like he opened his eyes to see the world for the first time, and all the familiar things became new and interesting. Even the years when he slept together every day and had every inch of his body played with by him became interesting and cute.

But Nian no longer cared about this. Facing the inexplicably offensive sight, the Goddess of Fire anxiously promised him:

"Aren't we just going to Kazdale together? I promise you that's all!

You guys have been staring at my mother, haven't you? !Every night when I hug you, you don’t refuse, and you hug me tighter than me, right? !

From now on, just hug each other every day!

Brother Kong!Kong Tiancai!Confucius!I beg you!Stop the ceremony now!It can't resurrect the Titans at all, and it can't create new gods at all!

The only way to give birth to a new god in this world is blood sublimation, something that even a real dragon cannot do!Stop the ceremony quickly!Absolutely, absolutely cannot summon foreign gods!When those things come down, let alone Longmen, the Great Flame is gone! "

The beautiful oval face was ruined by the anxious expression and became ferocious. Nian was so anxious that his eyes were about to bulge out of his sockets. He was spitting out foam as if he didn't want money. Kong Ming's saucy trick of killing Da Yan directly with a single word of disagreement was all over his head. The goddess of fire was so angry that her chest hurt.

Her most sinister guess was that Kong Ming was going to kill Wei Yanwu and destroy Longmen. Unexpectedly, the scheming brother took out two hundred boxes of Big Ivan starters with a smile, and said with a smile, I will bury these good things in the fire. All over the country, let’s watch fireworks today.

Boil!

I've tried very hard to think of you as a lunatic, but I didn't expect you, a bastard, to make me lose so completely!

Nian: "You said it so early?! Why should I show off?! Xi! Ling! Help! My ashes will be cold if you don't come!"

Hearing Nian's rude and imageless roar, Kong Ming smiled even more happily. Qinglong Mengzhang hugged the white-haired beauty, whose expression was beginning to break down, and gently patted her back to comfort her:

"This is not a resurrection ceremony, and I am not interested in creating a new god. I am just making a little attempt. There will be some consequences, but they are not as bad as you think."

"Really?"

Nian immediately raised his head, stared at Kong Ming and asked loudly: "Are you sure? You really don't want to do anything big? The most you can do is blow up the dragon gate, and you didn't think about killing Dayan?"

"..."

"Don't turn around, Kong Ming! Now, immediately, immediately! Look into my eyes! You really have no intention of summoning an alien god, right?"

Nian grabbed Kong Ming, who was looking away with a guilty conscience, straightened the man's handsome face, and asked nervously:

"You really don't intend to do such a thing as giving birth to a son without blinking, right? The ancestral grave of the person who summoned the alien gods to come will have to be cracked, right? You definitely won't do this, right?"

"Hmm... Isn't it a bit too vicious to swear like this? I can't swear to my immediate family members from past and present... Besides, my children in the future will definitely cry because of this kind of behavior from their biological father..."

"Don't change the subject! Don't be verbose! The worst is that I will have a baby with you! It's okay for your mother to ask your father to swear on it, right?! I know you so well! You swear! Swear not to summon foreign gods in the Yan Kingdom!"

"Ah this..."

Kong Ming habitually hugged Nian's limp body tightly, with his two tender squirrels tightly clustered in front of him. Nian hugged Kong Ming back without hesitation and tied his body tightly, just like two people in a That's what they do every night in the basement.

"Don't even think about running away, hurry up! I'm already like this, why don't you even take an oath?!"

"……Alright alright."

He's obviously about to ascend to the gods, why do he still act like this when facing this guy?

Kong Ming thought helplessly.

"I swear by the eyes of my children and I don't know how many years ago, I have never thought of summoning foreign gods in Longmen, and the rituals performed have nothing to do with resurrecting the Titans. The sky is my witness, the sun and the moon are watching!"

"How is it? Are you relieved?"

Kong Ming lowered his head to Nian Wen, who had been burying his face in his arms since he swore. The warm air blew gently in the hair of the white-haired beauty, and even the hair on the temples began to float.

"..."

Nian hid his extremely red cheeks in the dark from Kong Ming.

The Goddess of Fire's ears turned red when she realized what she had said. The fact that she had promised to marry and have children to a mortal whose life span was less than one percent of her own made Nian so ashamed that she wished she could travel through time and kill her original self.

——But she really couldn’t help it.

People who have never seen external gods cannot

Understand the horror that even the gods cannot recognize clearly. Sui's memories are very clear. The overwhelming sight of the outer god is not an inadvertent glance of the body possessed by the projection. That eye opens in the sky of Terra. The whole city The sky cracked as a result, and the night was illuminated by the astonishing divine light in his pupils. A single sweep of his purple vertical pupils wiped out a third of the creatures on the continent of Terra.

At that time, Sui was just lucky enough, or in other words, what was needed to survive that disaster was no longer how strong or determined it was, but just lucky enough to survive the disaster that swept the entire planet.

The surviving lives unanimously chose to bury this disaster that no intelligent life was willing to endure. Ancient gods moved the mountains to change the terrain, covering the plains and gravels that were reduced to ashes by a sight. Giant beasts tore apart flesh and blood. Use fresh blood to attract demons and monsters, covering up the desolation of the lifeless surroundings and the death of all living beings.

Why are there so many ancient gods and giant beasts in the Yan Kingdom?

Because this was the blind spot of the Outer God's sight at that time, a large number of creatures living in this ancient land survived. In the subsequent tacit understanding, the remaining creatures gradually spread, filling an empty and whimpering silent area.

The subsequent summons were old stories about the death of all enemies in ancient times. Many ancient enough gods died together when faced with a certain death situation. They summoned the stars to draw the greedy and hungry eyes of predators to the poor mother, and a large amount of material was The robbers attracted by the prodigal white-eyed wolf devoured them all.

The stories that the outer gods brought to all the ancient gods are all pain. Can humans accept falling in love with ants and respecting each other?What's more, these ants will hold meetings to counter-kill or even control humans?

There may be some in fantasy stories, but there is no fantasy in reality.

The terror of the outer gods is forged with the blood and life of the ancient gods in the summons again and again. A young man like Kong Ming cannot predict what he is doing. Isn't Nian still unclear?

No matter how arrogant he was in Sui, he only dared to sneak attack and seriously injure Titan. Isn't it because of that man's terrible record of killing the projection of the alien god alone?

Even if the oil is exhausted and the lamp is exhausted, the combination of Zhenlong and Sui can be beaten until they open their mouths and close their eyes!

Nian's complex emotions that even betrayed her made her shameless to face Kong Ming, but in more and further spiritual spaces, all the "born extraordinary ones" who sensed such powerful fluctuations all lost their composure!

Chapter 90 Jingxie Feng Yang ([-] words)

Chapter 90 Jingxie·Fengyang

The great flames hooked Wucheng into gray mountains.

The painter who was painting in an unknown place in the mountains paused with smooth movements, and the flickering ink from the pen tip dripped onto the blank paper.

In just a few strokes, the entire gray mountain was included in the painting. The ink composition was filled with ugly dots. The magnificent sun and moon extending in the center were soaked in ink and turned into pitch black. The original clear and real picture suddenly changed. For nothingness.

The gray-green-haired painter sighed, waved his hand, and the rice paper with excellent quality was turned into ashes, and the painting table was instantly cleared:

No matter how you look at it, the painting is ruined. Although the deletions, alterations, and modifications may still make it a masterpiece above the standard, the painter does not want to waste time on it.

The beautiful figure in the painting once again spreads the rice paper, flattens it with a paperweight, adds water and grinds the ink. After absorbing the ink, the hair edge made of fine rabbit hair becomes soft and full of luster.

She raised her arm and picked up the pen again, ready to continue painting and calligraphy on the blank paper.

Snapped--

The ink dripped on the rice paper again. The artist frowned and stared at the irregular black dots showing off in the center of the paper. But just as she hesitated, more and more ink was pushed away from the full and mellow brush, and there were big drops. Roll onto fine quality drawing paper.

The painter kept staring.

After a while, a sigh rang out in the silent studio. The artist threw away the ink pen that had been broken at some point, and allowed it to turn into black juice and dissipate, then lay down behind him as if he was exhausted.

The moment he lay down, the hard and straight wood painting chair shone with a faint black light. After blurring like an ink painting, the agarwood chair turned into a lounge chair covered with thick cushions, allowing the painter's back to enjoy a moment of gentleness after painting for a long time.

"what happened?"

The gray-green hair was trembling continuously. The painter looked towards the direction of Longmen and murmured in surprise.

It is impossible for ordinary people to observe, and only the ancient gods and giants living in ancient times can understand the wandering spiritual energy plane. At this moment, the violent waves are surging, the terrible spiritual energy fluctuations are surging, a large amount of spiritual energy is inexplicably spontaneously ignited, and there is another dragon roar. It turns into translucent magma that flows like water.

This is not like the birth ceremony of a new god that has been lost now and only exists in the memory of the ancient gods. Instead, it seems like a great god is awakening. This is an ancient god that is hard to find in ancient times. As soon as he was born, he set off a violent wave in the plane of zero. Huge waves, the entire planet's psychic plane roared.

Nian, who has lost the power of the gods, can only perceive a little residue, but in the eyes of the painter, the wildly dancing waves are making a declaration to the entire world.

"Water? No, it's not such a simple thing, it's flow...and the power of change, change, transformation, circulation... Is there a real dragon that becomes a god?"

The artist immediately thought of the failed attempts in the ancient history of Great Yan when a true dragon was seriously injured by a Titan and was about to be destroyed. He speculated that there are descendants of true dragons who are following the tracks made by their ancestors step by step, trying to repeat the process of becoming gods. road.

"No, even a true dragon cannot achieve such meticulous control. He does not have enough talent to extend from water all the way to such a status! What on earth could become a god in the Yan Kingdom? Could it be..."

The words stopped abruptly, and the painter finished talking to himself, looking at the painting with inexplicable emotions.

He glanced in the direction of Yanguo's capital, shook his head, and continued to spread out the rice paper and start painting.

The trembling brushstrokes from time to time betray the master's mood. Even if he pretends to be calm, the roar of the psychic sea still has an impact on the painter.

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Great Yandu City.

The alley is an antique traditional Yanguo building. Visitors with a little knowledge can confirm through an inadvertent glance that the owner here is either rich or noble:

Begonia wood, Hotan jade, East China Sea pearls, agarwood chairs... The materials and specifications in the rooms are similar even in the palace. Even the elegantly placed porcelain vases, calligraphy and paintings are all made by masters many years ago.

This porcelain vase is made of top-grade celadon with simple and elegant patterns. It looks like a top-quality product from an official kiln 300 years ago. Nowadays, it is expensive but has no market. If it were an ancient product from that time, the market price would be high enough to cover the life of an ordinary family from birth to death.

That jade paperweight is made from the finest Wada. Even more valuable than the quality of the jade are the carefully crafted corners. The unique and even bizarre hollow design is a unique feature of the jade craftsmen who were sentenced to death by the royal family 500 years ago. Such jade ornaments that do not exist in the royal family of Yan Kingdom have long since disappeared, and it is very likely that they do not exceed the number of five fingers.

As for the calligraphy and painting on the main seat?

The paper is one-year-old, and the ink is fragrant ink mixed with gold and medicine. The fragrance seems to be there but not there. The color alone is absolutely extraordinary. Looking at the words, the facial features and the willow body are not exaggerated. The spirit and spirit are harmonious and calming. It must be It was written by a handful of famous artists in the history of Yan Kingdom.

However, no one was sitting in such a low-key and majestic inner hall. Although there was no one there, there were continuous whispers all around:

"Is this the new god? Is it related to the backhand...?"

"It's not Him. You and I both know that when He was born, He didn't have such courage and grandeur!"

"Is that a newborn?"

"But those chess games for lost dogs?"

"Hmph, the dead bones in the grave can't achieve such majesty!"

"..."

Either greedy or thoughtful, the eyes followed the ocean of power and stared at the dragon gate wrapped in white mist. The vast water vapor was filled with power, blocking all malicious sights.

"He hasn't woken up yet... maybe this is a turning point."

There are people who are hopeful in the dark.

"Maybe... we can use its body to be reborn..."

Some people secretly encouraged and tried to trick others into trying to fight.

"Oh, we are just fragments. How can we defeat monsters that He may not have been able to defeat when He was born?"

The voice in front poured cold water on it.

In Great Yan City, the real freaks who can sense the majestic power of the sea are constantly discussing.

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Ursus Wasteland.

The gray-haired dragon girl suddenly woke up from her deep sleep. The evil dragon with red pupils was staring in the direction of the dragon gate. Its beautiful face was torn into a vicious twist, but it had a charming charm about it:

"Wei, Yan, I——"

The dragon girl scolded the person in charge of the dragon gate word by word. Her bright red pupils were full of hatred and hatred. The uncontrollable anger made the pure black sword in the dragon girl's hand glow red.

The tremors of the ocean of power are so turbulent that anyone who truly steps into the realm of the Immortal can sense the energy radiation that is far above the average level.

Just like the loud noise when an undersea volcano erupts, everyone watching can realize how huge and majestic this thing is.

In the eyes of the conspirators who knew the inside story, the location of Longmen was so eye-catching. Even if it was obscured by heavy white fog, it was impossible for the Dragon Girl to forget the eternal humiliation this city had brought to her.

She didn't know the details, but how could such a stark change be hidden from Wei Yanwu, the current leader of Longmen?

This despicable old dragon must be planning something!

Either he's trying to repeat what the real dragon did, or he's paving the way for his hilariously stupid successor!

A fierce light flashed in the gray-haired dragon girl's eyes. In the invisible ocean of power, a large number of powers covering Ursus were mobilized and controlled, trying to trace the direction of the white mist and take the opportunity to plant a nail in the dragon gate in advance.

The worst thing she had to do was find out who the newcomer was in Longmen. If it wasn't Wei Yanwu, she could have planted the seeds in advance to create a gap between the two.

If it was Wei Yanwu's old dragon... She would wait a few years to see what he was going to do, and then he would secretly conspire with Emperor Yan, so that the old dragon who was bound to become a thorn in his side would die in a righteous gang fight!

But her calculations were wrong.

The linkage of powers seemed to alarm the new gods. A certain area in the white mist spread out inexplicably. The forehead bones covered with cyan scales were looming, and the golden pupils opened directly under the scaly eyelids!

The gray-haired dragon girl groaned and became unsteady for a moment. Her beautiful figure swayed with difficulty in the room with a log stove. She kicked the ground with her foot and shook her head fiercely to dispel the power of being charged head-on. The discomfort comes.

The immortal baron who existed in the legend of Ursus and is now the Grand Duke, the Duke of Cosiche, gnashed his teeth in the gray-haired dragon girl's body without any regard for manners. The latter's soft cheeks were irresistibly sharp.