"In the infinite mystery, how many existence at the level of the Origin God Race are there?"

“...... Master, we know that there is, but the number is unknown, maybe only the masters know the exact number, as slaves, only when the Supreme Being is willing to be known by us, we can chant His name, speak His message, and the only one who has given us authority at the moment is the Supreme Origin Protoss, only the Great Young Creator. ”

"The Young Creator?"

Tang Qi didn't expect to get such an unexpected answer with a casual question: within the infinite mystery, there is indeed a supreme existence like the "Origin God Race", but the Black Mud are only allowed to know about one of them.

The billions of tiny and invisible faces, the black mud wriggling, one by one, spewed out hidden knowledge: "The Great Young Creator, who claims to be a novice supreme, who is learning how to create things, how to create new and infinite mysteries, and who has servants under his command. ”

"The great race, the Witstonians, and the few surviving members, are in the service of the infant Creator, collecting, experimenting, and transforming for Him...... And so on, the functions are similar to ours, but the people of Witston are very unlovable, except for one of the members, the 'messenger'......"

The hundreds of millions of faces of the black mud were still extremely loyal to Tang Qi to tell him the secret knowledge, but at this moment, Tang Qi, who was in a state of soul, felt a trace of sluggishness.

At the center of his eyebrows, a slight swelling appeared that could easily be overlooked.

"When the limit is reached, everything is known and only has uncertain permissions, and if it continues, it will slide to an even worse end. ”

This enlightened thought poured out, and Tang Qi did not hesitate to interrupt Hei Mu's narration and asked one last question.

Although Tang Qi knew that the secret knowledge controlled by the Origin Black Mud definitely exceeded that of the Beckfast Chair, the two were not at the same level, especially "Fack" was just a shadow of the ontology, as long as Tang Qi wanted to, he could ask many secrets that made the polymath salivate.

For example, the most complete list of mysteries above the "Ten Thousand Souls"?

Or what are the sources of ownerless divinity?

Even within the infinite mysteries that can be explored, how many secret realms contain divine objects?

Questions like these, according to the posture of the Origin Black Mud at this time, they will most likely not say anything to hide.

But Tang Qi didn't ask that, he spit out the last sentence without hesitation:

"How do I get my eyeballs to evolve?"

It's incredibly straightforward and goes straight to the heart of the matter.

Perhaps accustomed to Tang Qi's "master posture", the hundreds of millions of faces of the Origin Black Mud just hesitated for a moment and quickly gave an answer.

“...... Great Master, we don't have the authority to know too much, but more than one Master has said that because of omniscience, we are omnipotent...... This is a riddle that the lowly servants cannot understand, and I hope it will help you, master. ”

After the Black Muds of Origin said the answer to the riddle, feeling the increasing swelling and slight pain surging within his soul, Tang Qi did not hesitate to stretch out a palm and exercise his authority.

"Deconstruction!"

"Vomit"

The next moment, as Tang Qi was cold and filled with a voice that could not resist the majesty.

A scene that had happened before happened again in the Crucible universe shrouded in blazing flames. As if struck by an incomprehensible blow, the black mud squirmed wildly, billions of granulations trembling and splintering, and they began to vomit, spitting out clumps of "divine origin" to the outside world.

The Crucible Universe, the Crucible Master in the form of an infinite flame of light, the Great is drawn to the constant accumulation and floating of the source of divinity.

He couldn't understand what the vile "hypocrite" was doing to the cold, sticky dung, but apparently one of the consequences was that the dung kept spitting out the devoured source of the Lordless Divinity.

Until they couldn't spit out, Tang Qi endured the sudden increase in pain and spit out two more words.

In fact, when Tang Qi exercised the authority to deconstruct, the black mud of the origin, who always maintained a "well-behaved" and "reverent" posture, roared at the same time with empty faces, and they once again unleashed a cold and dead majestic malice.

As one of the fragments of information shows, they are not true submissions.

They are in disguise, trying to deceive Donkey.

It's a pity that from the moment Tang Qi showed his soul form, everything was a foregone conclusion.

Don Qi's permissions are incomplete and uncertain.

But the existing permissions are enough to crush the black mud.

"Destruction!"

With these two words, an invisible storm blows past. The gigantic black mud wailed wildly, and the screams that could destroy the souls of many divine creatures had stopped before they could be heard, and they began to annihilate, dissipating into nothingness little by little.

Until the deepest "foreign body" appeared in front of Tang Qi.

It was a mass of viscous mud that fixed the hollow face, the baby's head was large, pitch black and cold, and every time it wriggled and every time it changed form, it cast a light-devouring light, frozen soul, and had a transcendent property that seemed to plunge everything and the universe into death.

There is a pit in the center of its eyebrows.

There, there should have been an eyeball, disposable, used up by them.

This special black mud that had been "marked" by the Origin Protoss tried to break free from the soul space and escape the moment it appeared, but it immediately fell into a white palm shrouded in soul light.

No matter how much it struggles and bites, it can't get out.

It morphed a large number of teeth, and its mouth widened, trying to tear at Tang Qi's palm, and at the same time spewing out a malicious shout, still cold and dead, but this time there were no more billions of overlapping sounds.

“...... Thieves, shameless, vile thieves who steal their eyes......"

"Great hosts...... I won't let you go......"

Tang Qi ignored these, and just looked at a fragment that flowed past.

"The core black mud marked by the Origin Protoss, it will continuously send signals to the Darkest Universe, and the sleeping Origin Protoss will decide when to wake up based on its feedback, or which member will wake up?"

Almost instantly, Tang Qi had the idea to dispose of it.

As it happens, he also has the corresponding permissions.

"Transformation!"

The white palm gently stroked the black mud that was constantly tearing him, visible to the naked eye, as if it was a picture that directly modified the concept of some kind of matter: the viscous and cold black mud instantly solidified, and the "malicious thoughts" inside were completely wiped out, leaving only mechanical thoughts, which could still transmit signals uninterruptedly.

Its current form resembles a palm-sized "black masonry", with some less obvious buttons on the surface, and an antenna-like thing extending out.

Bleak and weird, but unremarkable.

All of its transcendent properties are condensed within by Tangqi, and will not manifest or cause any pollution events.

New fragments of information appeared in Tang Qi's eyes.

"Extraordinary: A mysterious signal transmitter that will continuously send the same signal to the Darkest Universe, which reads: Prey capture...... Snapping ...... Infinite loop. ”

......

In the Crucible Universe, Tang Qi, who was in the form of a dreamy tentacle monster, suddenly woke up, his countless divine tentacles that shimmered with phosphorescent light slowly opened, and at the end of one of the tentacles was an inconspicuous black masonry strange thing.

Reopening his dreamy eyes, Tang Qi saw dozens of "foreign objects" exuding a divine aura in front of him.

Each of them has a deadly temptation, floating between Tang Qi and the Forge Master.

It was Tang Qi who forced the Black Clay to spit out, such as "Mesoria Broth" and "Evil God Meat Block", as well as the dozen or so artifacts that the Black Clay used to lure the Furnace Master to help.

Each artifact has the power of death, war, chaos, fire, and ...... and so on.

And the information fragments they reveal have one thing in common: from the gift of the Origin Protoss, the Origin Black Mud can use these divine objects to exert extremely powerful power.

Not long ago, the Black Mud's bribes were rejected by the Furnace Master.

The reasoning sounded normal, the Crucible disliked that these fetishes were from what he thought was "dung".

Donkey believed that the Crucible did have this idea, but more than that, for other reasons.

Deconstructing, destroying, and transforming the "Origin Black Mud" has put a lot of burden on Tang Qi's soul, and he doesn't intend to delay too long in the Crucible universe.

With a quick glance, more than a dozen divine tentacles behind Tang Qi twisted and twisted, and about a dozen divine objects with different breaths were rolled out from the pile of divine objects in front of him, and then he rolled "Diana" into his arms, and the dreamy phosphorescence immediately flashed violently.

At the moment when Tang Qi left the Crucible universe, his doppelganger was the second Tang Qi of the Crucible Witch King.

Bowing slightly, he spoke in a voice of undisguised gratitude and respect:

"Crucible Master, there are still some remaining issues in my body that need to be resolved. ”

"He asks you to burn these evil, chaotic sources of divinity, and they should not appear again. ”

"Generous and great, please do this a favor. ”

No. 2 Tang Qi's words immediately received a familiar response.

The flame of light that was about to fade surged up again, engulfing the remaining twenty or thirty divine sources, and at the same time, the Furnace Master's signature roar sounded: "Despicable fellow...... I'm going to sign a longer contract...... The great melting pot will not be deceived......"