Mr. Gu, the owner of the wax museum, told Gao Gao so much that he had the same dream for a long time.

The happy mother appeared in the dream countless times, and the other party was like standing in front of herself, and every time she dreamed of her mother, she would basically have the same conversation.

The conversation goes something like this.

"Mom, I miss you. ”

"I miss you too, son. ”

"Why did you go with Dad, why haven't you come back?"

"We ...... In my hometown, it may be a while before I come back. ”

"Mom, the inheritance of the Chosen Will...... Nope. ”

"I know it's the worst decision I've ever made in my life, don't worry, take care of yourself, kid. ”

"Mom, do you know the existence of the inheritance?"

"Know, I always knew that you suffered. ”

"Mom, I don't understand. ”

"Someone will tell you, don't rush. ”

Rejoicing to wake up from the dream again.

Suddenly I opened my eyes, happy to find that I was still lying on my bed, the moonlight in the middle of the night through the window, happy to stand up and wash my face, sitting on the sofa in a daze.

The mother's appearance is still in her mind, and she has not changed at all, and when she talks to herself, she has a doting smile on her face, but the words she says have obvious emotional ups and downs.

At first, when I dreamed of my mother for a few days in a row, I was happy to know that this was the other party's intentional arrangement, but I don't know for what reason, the people and things in the dream, and even the content of the conversation, all revealed a strange feeling.

The owner of the wax museum talked a lot happily that day, the decline of the old gods, the rise of the new gods, and the completion of a complete replacement of the normal class level, and the treatment of the old gods can be imagined, the old gods who have been deprived of the general godhead have lost the ability to resist, and can only curl up in a ball, waiting for the right opportunity.

This terrible idea began to breed in the old god clan at some point, and what made all the clansmen couldn't figure out was how the clansman who was originally chosen by Haotian would suddenly be given up when the blood of the god clan was replaced.

You know, that's Haotian's will! The most noble existence in the entire human realm, without his tacit consent, how could the new god race, which had just risen less than a hundred years ago, replace the old god race?

However, no one can answer this question, the sudden appearance of the wax museum owner must have come with a purpose, and where is the person who will tell her the truth in my mother's mouth?

Don't......?

Happy unconsciously connected Mr. Gu with the clues provided by his mother's mouth, and got a possibility that was unexpected and reasonable.

Ancient ...... Rakshasa ...... Dragons, happy whispered, the quiet needle drop in the room could be heard, at this time happy brain has never been so clear, a huge network of veins began to appear in the brain.

Haotian will, the new god, the old god who has been deprived of half of his godhead, the demon race, the demon race, the human race, the human race, the human cultivator, the ordinary human race...... There is also a capital city that has been frequently appearing recently.

Further down, there are the specific names that once appeared in front of Xingxing, all of which are reduced to a small dot, connected by invisible lines in the middle, forming a complete tree-like figure.

In the process of sorting out the clues, he was more and more surprised, he found that according to his own speculation, all the clues and the information he had already mastered could basically be correct, but at the level of the old gods, the most critical factor was missing.

Objective!

Zhao Tianzuo, Tiannanxing, and even Shen Shen reiterated in front of themselves more than once that their actions were in compliance with the will of God, so where did this will come from?

Is it the meaning of Haotian's will? There is no way to find out at all, except for a very few characters, no one knows where this supreme god, who only exists in the void, is and what he has said.

The old gods have lost half of their godheads, and the remnants may still be there, but can they still command the demons who seem to be in full swing on the surface?

The answer is, no. Then it is obvious who is behind it.

When I thought of this name, I found that I knew very little about the other party, and few people usually mentioned the Protoss, and there were few records in the classics, and in fact, if it weren't for the statement of the owner of the wax museum, I would have doubted the existence of the Protoss in this world.

And now, the answer is yes, and a huge part of the possibility is that oneself and a group of practicing humans behind him have stood on the opposite side of the new gods.

As soon as this thought came to mind, he only felt his scalp tingle, put on his coat, and opened the door and walked out, he needed cold air to help him calm down, he felt like he was crazy.

In the belly of the mountain behind the heavy sword gate, the spiritual fire under the sword furnace continued to exude heat energy, and the scorching waves of air were ruthlessly washed around layer after layer, it may be that this confined space was too stuffy, Xie Yi's black face was covered with an abnormal layer of red, it seemed that it was not Chengying who was being calcined in the furnace, but himself.

The air wave hit the surrounding walls and bounced back, at this time, Xie Yi and the blacksmith who were sitting next to the sword furnace had already taken off and couldn't take it off anymore, which was different from Xie Yi's discomfort, except that the hair was dry and curly and yellow, the lame blacksmith seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of high temperature, and glanced at Xie Yi beside him, the blacksmith touched his chin, revealing a strange expression, and seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.

Fools have fortune. The kid next to him looked stunned, but what he didn't expect was that in terms of the firmness of his cultivation, he was the only one in his life, and the most difficult first step was in the word melting.

Chengying is different from other weapons, its unique structure is also the first time to see in the countless lives of blacksmiths, although the handle of the knife is broken, there is a certain degree of loss of magic energy, but the spiritual fire has little effect on its calcination, if there is no external assistance, want to rely on the spiritual fire to grind, I don't know how long to grind.

The spiritual fire in this underground is not endless, and the spiritual power of the entire Yanshan Mountain Range is moving slowly, and the direction of movement is pointing to Erlang Mountain.

Click!

The soft sound of metal breaking came from the furnace, and the thick blood quickly swept through the entire furnace body, and the blacksmith who could clearly see the changes in the furnace remained silent, and suddenly a thought arose, maybe it could help melt the blade faster.

"Blood! speed up with your blood, quick!" suddenly shouted the blacksmith.

The small hole in the broken knife body was constantly exuding blood and gas, and the burning power of the spiritual fire tried to expand the rift, but the magic energy in the blade was full, and the spiritual fire basically did not work.

A stream of blood flew out of Xie Yi's hand, and when he was close to the furnace body, the crutch in the blacksmith's hand was a little against the large iron chain hanging above the sword furnace, and a gap appeared in the extremely heavy huge furnace cover, just enough for Xie Yi's blood to fly into the furnace.

With a crisp sound, the lid of the furnace was covered again, Xie Yi withdrew the fingers that had been scratched on his palm, now Xie Yi, there are very few weapons that can hurt his body, and the only thing that can do it is himself.

Xie Yi's blood was like a rune, as soon as he entered the furnace, it was attached to the gap in the blade, the original delicate energy balance was suddenly broken, the blood and qi were surging faster and faster, and the output of magic energy seemed to be blocked by blood, the pressure of the spiritual fire suddenly decreased, and the broken small opening began to grow steadily.

Seeing that blood is really useful, the blacksmith has a happy smile on his face, the Adam's apple moves up and down, and his chapped lips open and close, this environment is really difficult, but everyone who is engaged in this profession knows that some bitterness must be eaten, when the sharp weapon is baked and the divine soldier reappears, the feeling of pleasure that sweeps the soul will be even stronger!

Xie Yi sent out a stream of essence blood, and even in the originally red inner abdomen, because of the loss of this blood in his heart, the color became a little lighter.

The demon soul contained in Chengying, I don't know when it has completed the fusion with Xie Yi, this fusion has played a very good role in the improvement of Xie Yi's strength, but the current situation is obvious, and the disadvantages are also reflected.

At this time, most of the discomfort on Xie's face came from Chengying who was being calcined in the furnace, Xie Yi felt that he was Chengying, Chengying was himself, he saw himself being burned in the furnace, but he couldn't resist, couldn't interrupt, couldn't do anything, could he feel better?

And the blacksmith next to him looked more and more excited, which made Xie Yi let out a wry smile.