A beam of light hits the universe.

It seems that even the cold and darkness of death has been dispelled.

I wanted to touch the beam of light, but I retracted my palm like an electric shock.

The light from outside the universe contains an extremely magnificent and vast power. The torrent that even a single law of return to the source casts this light, tilting down, like a sharp sword that has no end to cut through the universe.

I even felt a very familiar force in it.

Is it Yufa?

He thought for a moment and gave a negative answer.

It is not a universe law, it is a space law. This beam of light contains the space law, and there are some mysterious and powerful forces wrapped in it, and more than one law of return to the source!

Looking against the light, I saw several extremely tall shadows standing in the light, with a crown symbolizing the law above my head, wearing a mask that was either hideous or sacred.

One of them casts a sharp look at him, a little dazed. At this moment, he seems to have seen a pair of eyes exactly like Nan Zhu, with gorgeous and magnificent dark gold.

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The desolate nine provinces are scattered in all directions, and in recent years, wars have emerged one after another.

Some tribes are for territory and population, while some tribes are for attacking tribes that believe in gods in order to gain power from gods. Others, for example, the war is now simple and rough for women.

A primitive wilderness and violence.

It is also a vibrant era of freedom.

Without moral or rational constraints, people waving weapons to continuously cultivate and work hard on this vast and deserted land.

The leaders of the tribe believed that the territory they saw was the whole world, but they didn't know that everyone was just fighting from this mountain to another mountain on a small plain outside the Taihang Mountains, and they had not even touched the gate of the Taihang Mountains.

The creator of the original god believed in the gods, the tribes believed in the gods, the creator of the primitive gods, only cared about chaos and opened the sky, and ignored anything else, allowing it to grow wildly.

Such days have lasted for many years, and tribal leaders have changed generation after generation, and even primitive gods no longer know about it, let alone the fat man who sleeps all day long in black and white.

Today is a great day. When the war is over, the leader won another victory for the tribe's people, and he snatched the beautiful woman from the indifferent tribe.

The leader came to the altar to pay homage as promised, and asked his subordinates to tie the beautiful woman to the stone pillars of the altar.

The woman's face was very frightened, shouting that you didn't love me? Why did you do this? You destroyed my tribe members for me, and I finally agreed to commit myself to you. Why did you put me on the altar as a livestock?

The leader waved his hand and yawned. After several days and nights of war, he was very tired. When he saw the woman who was about to be crazy, the leader frowned and said, "The gods like you, it's all my business!" I broke the war. When I opened my eyes, the entire tribe wanted to support him. How could he have the heart to play the battle for love with you!

After saying that, he started calling for the gods.

The priests danced around the woman, with strange steps and strange postures, but a hint of spiritual energy permeated. The woman has a high status in the tribe and can recognize that this is a dance that communicates with gods.

One of the priests held a scimitar in his hand and the other held a stone bowl in his hand. The rest were holding various wooden sticks, and then they cleaned the woman and wrote runes on the woman's body. From a distance, the woman's terrifying hissing and her white flesh added together, like a howling piglet.

After the last stroke of the rune fell, the priest cut the woman's belly with a scimitar. The two priests squatted down, took out the organs from the cut-out belly and put them in a stone bowl. Then the priest holding the herbs and flowers grind the herbs and filled them into the woman's belly.

Because of runes, women are still alive.

The dance continued, and the chanting continued.

But the rituals lasted from day to night, and there was no god's appearance.

The leader felt something was wrong. The gods liked fresh things. When the night passed, the runes that maintained the woman's vitality would disappear. When the woman died and was not offered to the gods, wouldn't this battle be fought in vain?

The priests were so tired that the Divine Dance was a ritual that consumed extremely spiritual power. The Divine Dance that had been constantly extinguished day and night had already consumed the spiritual power in their bodies.

Finally, at the moment when the sky turned white, the woman kept her last bite and the gods came.

It's just a corpse.

The corpses of the gods fell from the sky like dumplings. There were people from their tribes, the tribes next door, and the leaders couldn't recognize which tribe they believed in.

These corpses fell down, fell into the mountains and smashed the peaks, fell into the water to cause floods, fell into the tribe, and crushed countless tribes to death.

"What is that?" the leader stood up and looked into the sky.

The runes on the woman's body began to fail, and the coldness of death lingered her.

She saw a huge air mass appearing in the sky. The black and white air mass was mixed together during the day and night, expanding infinitely in her eyes.

Finally, her pupils diverged, and the black and white air mass reflected in her unsightly pupils that looked like a mirror.

A huge, fat shadow appeared above the clouds with its waist.

"King!" The priest's roar awakened the leader, and his eyes were filled with deep fear.

The altar cracked, the earth trembled, huge cracks appeared, and the priests fell into the abyss.

The leader turned around, and the lightning flashed deep in the mountains, reaching the sky and the earth. The shadow of a beast crawled on the mountains, and its sharp claws pressed over the mountains.

In addition to the lightning, a dazzling light spread all the way. Thousands of monks sat in the light and chanted the ancient scriptures. On the palm of the glass-cast body, a golden penis spread out its wings.

He remembered an ancient legend.

The oldest primitive gods are asleep in this world. Before them, the land was desolate and unrestrained and silenced. It was their arrival to bring life. The so-called noble gods are just their food.

Now, the legend has come true.

The Heavenly Power Thunder Prison, the Pure Land, and the Black and White Chaos at the Beginning of Heaven.

"boom--!"

A golden stele erected from the earth.

The ripples in the void spread layer by layer, wrapping up the vast figures.

They disappeared.

The scene of destruction or the founding disappears, as if it is an illusion.

But there are cracks on the earth, and there are still corpses of gods lying in the mountains and rivers.

The man finally relaxed and sat on the throne.

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A beam of light shone across the sky.

The universe shell was broken, and after tens of thousands of years, the kings gathered again.

They had a premonition that this trip would return.

The dragon vein guides them to their way home.

The depth of the universe is moving away from them, which feels like a cosmic bridge across the river Tu Luoshu. It is surrounded by colorful colors and overflowing spiritual power. The twisted external images are mixed into the colors, making them look weird and magical.

The power of the law at the source level permeated the light beam, and they saw something clearly.

This is actually passing through a battlefield.

There are tall human figures with star sprigs as the structure, majestic giant beasts crawling with treasures at the mouth of their bodies, and deep holes that cannot peek into the body.

They were passing by the cheeks of a black beast.

With an inadvertent glance, the black giant beast covered in scales looked at each other with the light beam.

"Who is he?" Lie heard Qingyan's whispering in a low voice.

"I don't know." I didn't know this giant beast, but I saw the giant beast's means and the law of space.

"No...I mean him!" Qing Yan's tone was trembling.

Turning his head, there was a figure floating beside the black giant beast, and the sacrificial robe was flying, which seemed to have no presence than those mighty and magnificent creatures of the Returning Origin.

But this figure is almost exactly the same as Nan Zhu!

"Who is he?" Qing Yan asked again.

"Carry up and clean up quickly. Brothers and others are almost out of their way, and they are still asking questions!" Suddenly, the black giant beast spoke.

"This guy, Tianyang's rule of time and law of time." The giant beast said angrily, but it was actually answering Qingyan's question.

After saying that, he pounced on him and fell straight downwards.

It was then that the kings noticed where they came out.

The starting point of the beam comes from a giant red dragon entrenched.
Chapter completed!