Chapter Twenty-Five: The Advancement of Sand Table Civilization: Species Reincarnation Pool?

Amiro, the creator of all things.

It is only when the whole world was just formed, in the ruins of the first century, that it is recorded.

The stone slab depicts two tribes fighting each other and creating all things, and is characterized by endless black columns.

"The Sovereign Lord who created all things... Amiro ....."

Jia Xia suddenly looked up at the sky, feeling the vast and majestic aura, the phantom shrouded in endless divine light, and was so stunned that he even forgot his own breath.

Whoa!

Like a raging wind, countless black cylinders that twisted and twisted, as if chaotic thoughts were stabbing down from the endless void one by one, and the entire land seemed to turn into a dark forest.

"God... Gods!"

"The Supreme Ruler who created all things!"

At this moment, the entire earth, the upper and lower levels, and even the entire Olympino Sacred Mountain, as well as the sunflower in the high place, all living beings and living creatures fell silent.

Including gods and rebellious creatures.

They looked at the endlessness and felt a primordial haze of existence.

I clearly feel that "He" is the whole thing, and even his own life is granted by this unknowable ancient being, as if returning to the arms of his mother.

"Great and immortal, praise be to the Lord of all, the unknowable god who sleeps in the unknown void, the infinite dimension, the vastness of time, the !! of Amiro"

There was a frenzied chant from below.

At this moment, Fu Qingjun skillfully held a light bulb on his head and a wire behind his back, overlooking the little ants on the table, carefully recalled the tone of the school leader's lecture at a high place, and said solemnly:

"All spirits have a future. ”

All the ants heard a very low voice.

Deep and ancient, majestic and vast, as if from the end of the great void.

This voice was not their language, but at this moment it was transformed into an extremely original meaning, reaching into the depths of the soul, so that all living beings could instantly understand the meaning.

Rumble!!!!

The voice seemed to come from the depths of the blood, forming an invisible stream of boiling blood roaring and roaring, but it gave people a great will that was extremely cold:

"If you resist the limits of life, you should open the next shackle. ”

Jiaxia listened to this voice, and the whole person was slightly stunned.

What shackles are opened?

The shackles of the limits of life?

Could it be that our civilization has reached the limit of its own potential, and there is no future for the gods who created all things, and they want to reshape us and recreate us?

Indescribable language continues to come from the sky:

"Take a ride to the origin of all things and choose the future of civilization. ”

The next moment, a huge force turned into a huge wind pressure, rolling up an invisible wind, blowing all the creatures on the earth so that they couldn't open their eyes and stood on the ground with difficulty.

"Pillar of Light..."

Facing the strong wind, Jiaxia took a deep breath and first touched a black column in the Black Forest.

And the other ant grandmasters also began to try to touch.

Fu Qingjun sat at the table, put down the round pu fan in his hand, and silently felt these scattered ant souls that came to his brain along his hair.

....

....

It's a dark nothingness.

There are four major clusters of light in front of me, and the shape of them is faintly visible.

Chickens, ducks, snakes, dogs...

After all, there are not many small animals that can be retrieved in a short period of time.

The snake and the dog were commissioned by a trumpet...

As for human beings, Fu Qingjun also wanted to plug in the brain of the little horn, after all, he was so stupid, he should be very deceiving if he was unguarded...

But looking at the little trumpet's lush black hair tied in a ponytail, forget it, I can't bear it, if the young girl is so grateful... Some can't get their hands on it.

The main reason is that she is afraid that Xiao Trumpet's hair will be bald and she will be beaten to death, so she blows suona for herself.

But it's just in time.

Because of the ant sand table civilization, the "shell" of ants has been developed to the limit, and all the basic potential has been excavated in just two or three days, and they happen to have new abilities, which can give them a life.

"Here?"

Jiaxia looked at the pitch-black void.

"Touch the pillar of light and select a new family. Then there was a vast ancient voice in the sky, and then it was completely gone.

All living beings were silent.

They looked closely at the faint creature in front of them.

"The god of Hormons has said that we are at the bottom of all things, and there is no place for wisdom. ”

When Jiaxia saw this scene, she was shocked that such a miracle was incredible, and said secretly in her heart:

"Now, some of our beings obviously have a place of merging wisdom, so there is an opportunity to ascend from the bottom of all things... Our race is qualified to be elevated!!"

As Jiaxia, the god of wisdom, his wisdom is naturally extremely transparent and his thinking is quick:

I'm afraid this is the law of all things in the dark!

The great gift of the Lord of Nature in the void!

It is an elevation of their racial personality and life scale!

"Thinking so... We're not alone. ”

"In this world, there are thousands of races, and they only have the opportunity to evolve..."

His eyes were sharp, and he carefully studied the three lights and shadows.

Jiaxia knows that this is the most important choice, and it is related to her future.

He had already felt the limits of what he was trying to do, and he had no potential to discover it, but now he had a new opportunity...

"Great God Jiaxia, how should we choose?"

"yes, there are four directions..."

"It's not clear which one is stronger. ”

...

It's all around the discussion.

The god of death, Jakamachi, looked grim and looked around arrogantly, "According to my guess, there is not much good or bad between these three, everything is balanced and fair... It's just that the direction is different, there is no strongest direction, only the strongest self. ”

As he spoke, he walked towards the energy light cluster of the dog soul and touched it gently.

The huge amount of life information melted into his soul, slowly intersecting with his powerful soul, causing his whole person to be extremely torn apart.

He endured the pain, the tearing feeling, until he couldn't hold on anymore, he gradually stopped, and sneered: "Don't bear too much, you may collapse yourself, do what you can." ”

When the other creatures saw it, they began to choose a cluster of light.

Jiaxia looked at Jakamaki very satisfied, although this offspring is arrogant and arrogant, but his ability is even stronger than his father, even if he is no longer in civilization, he can go to glory.

Jiaxia smiled faintly, came to the soul of the rooster, and began to blend in.

Gradually, they returned to the earth, only to see Amiro disappear.

The sky was empty.

The curtain was lifted again, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the faint sunlight sprinkled on the earth, shining on the flower pots, there was an indescribable silence and peace.

"Is the gift of God finished?"

Jiaxia sat on the throne, her heart empty, vaguely lost.

It was as if nothing had ever happened, as if it was a big dream, dreaming of a strange world.

But he suddenly felt as if his blood was burning, boiling violently, every inch of bones and muscles was torn in the deepest depths, and the deepest changes appeared in his body.

"My realm is falling..."

He seemed to feel a sense of powerlessness.

"No!'s my ceiling!!"

He suddenly felt thirsty and hungry, but he still endured this hunger and came to the bitter sea, and the faint afterglow of the sun reflected on the water, reflecting his own shadow.

His exoskeleton skull was peeling off, shattering like a broken eggshell, slowly revealing the soft skull inside, and the sharp and fierce golden vertical pupils,

"My head?"