Anjou took the time to go to the star network on the road, and found that there was no news about the battle in the Blackstone Star Field on the star network, and the only related news was that His Royal Highness was in retreat on the Holy Spirit and was about to make a second breakthrough, and the starry sky where the spaceship was located was blocked, and it was strictly forbidden to enter and exit.

The empire has always been very lenient in controlling public opinion on the Internet, but when it comes to real events, there is not a single rumor on the Internet.

The Holy Spirit was silently suspended in the air, and below it was the plant planet of the Black Stone Star Field, green and vibrant, thanks to the spiritual rain that rained down on Anjou and other Yuanmu at the beginning.

Wait, wasn't the plant planet shattered by the gods of the upper realm?!

Anjou rubbed her eyes, and looked carefully, the plant planet was real and real, not a phantom, and every flower and grass on it was real, exactly the same as before, including the small garden where she had met other Yuanmu, and the lawn was even the Ascension Grass......

No, it's not the Ascension Spirit Grass, but the appearance is exactly the same as the Ascension Spirit Grass, but the ordinary Spirit Grass that does not have the Ascension Spirit Grass in the body cannot produce aura, just like the four generations of the three generations of the Spirit Grass and then dividing into four generations, what is not clear is only degraded.

Anjou departed a wisp of divine consciousness and attached himself to the degraded spiritual ascension grasses, feeling sluggish and slightly repulsed, like clinging to the plants next to him.

It's not her grass.

Anjou was sure that what he saw at the beginning was not an illusion, the drawing book and the little mushroom did not go wrong together, the plant planet was destroyed in the past, and now this should be recreated by a god with great magical powers.

That's amazing!

Anjou released his consciousness, scanned the entire plant planet, and then silently asked himself: If it were me, would I be able to do it?

OK.

Anjou straightened her back, raised her chin slightly, and the pear vortex at the corner of her lips loomed: although it will take a lot of time, maybe half a year or even a year, I can indeed print the whole planet piece by piece, and put it together like building blocks.

"Jian Lian, how is the situation with Senior Brother?"

The sword lotus rotated twice, stretched the petals, and replied, "I have successfully condensed the origin of the law, and I only need to leave the imprint of the law in the sea of origin." ”

An Ru breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the emperor's layout has not affected Jun Xuan, after all, Red Leaf City is the place of enlightenment of the Queen of Heaven, guarded by the dragon team, and the divine array laid by the Emperor and Queen of Heaven together, the gods of the upper realm do not dare to do it there.

"I'm fine here, you can go back to my brother. ”

Anru sent away the sword lotus and entered the study space, the master was naturally not there, and walked through the fog to Jun Huan's side, but when he didn't see Jun Huan, the Emperor of Heaven was not there, so he came back to sort out the harvest of this time.

Although the Winter God is not the god that Anjou has seen for the first time, Grandpa Senna, the Lord of Ten Thousand Trees, and Grandpa Xiao are also demigods, but they did not make a move against Anjou, even the Lord of Ten Thousand Trees was also a joke that time, but the Winter God gave Anjou the terrifying feeling that the other party really wanted her to die.

The winter god snowflakes have the breath of suppressing the vitality of all things, but after the suppression, it is warm and nurtured, so that the vitality is silent, accumulating, waiting for the moment of awakening and then exploding.

The Origin Magic Weapon cooperated with the little mushroom, consuming points to reproduce the scene of the appearance of the early winter god, slowing down at a tenth of the speed and looping again and again, Anjou stood in the projection scene, carefully feeling the breath of those snowflakes.

"Not enough. Jin Yi, slow down the speed to one percent, and, as long as the points are enough, try to reproduce it 100 percent, and give me a complete print of a snowflake, including the laws inside. ”

Anru is very concerned about the Winter God, it should be said that the laws of the Winter God's cultivation.

In the blue world, there is a saying that spring is born in summer, autumn is harvested in winter.

Winter is the source of vitality, and if Anjou can understand this law from these snowflakes, it will be a meta-level.

Anjou integrated her perception of winter snow into her origin little by little, and felt that her vitality was getting weaker and weaker.

This kind of weakness is not weakness, but convergence, compression, and the kind of weakness that returns to the basics, and the breath of creation contained in it is stronger.

It really worked!

Although the consumption of points is very large, it is very worthwhile, and when it reaches the Xuan level, the light accumulation of spiritual power has not helped to improve cultivation, and the improvement of the origin is difficult for every wisp.

Anjou's consciousness sank into the sea of knowledge, and he was about to make a snow in the sea of consciousness through comprehension, but his movements suddenly stagnated.

There is a breath that does not belong to you in the sea!

Anjou searched carefully, including the origin of the law, and even asked the little mushroom to consume points to scan every drop of spiritual power, but found no abnormalities.

"Is it a delusion?"

Anjou trusts her instincts and can't find anything abnormal, which means that the enemy is very strong, and it turns out that Anjou's suspicions are correct, and the little peach tree in the small world of origin gives her a hint, and she examines her soul carefully and finds that the lock that seals the memory has been moved.

Every time he had doubts in his heart, Anjou would have the urge to unlock the memory seal, but he suppressed it every time, so Anjou remembered the composition of the rune array of this lock very clearly, and now there was a rune break on the lock, which was added later.

"It's amazing, breaking through the blockade of the peach tree, silently diving into the sea of knowledge, searching in the soul, and still making me unaware...... Is this the power of God?"

Anjou pulled out the breath that filled the gap in the runes, and completely dissipated after stripping off the disguise, but the faint cold air before dissipating had already made Anjou recognize its source.

"It's the god of winter. ”

The Winter God appeared, perhaps not because her title was blasphemous, but because of her memory.

The news released by the empire to the outside world is that Jun Huan failed to break through and was saved by her, and then he has been with her all the time, if the other party is strong enough, he can still know that she traveled around the world with a non-human person she called Senior Brother, and extracted her memories, so that he could know what Senior Brother was.

Anjou tried to calm down the sea of consciousness that had set off the stormy waves, checked the other hidden talismans representing the soul, and found that there was nothing abnormal anywhere else except for the lock, and with a movement in his heart, the lock that sealed the memory disappeared, and countless memories of Jun Huan poured out.

The senior brother failed to break through and went mad, the senior brother is a descendant of the god of destruction, and the birth of the senior brother is not welcome......

Anjou was stunned.

The truth turned out to be like this?!

Senior brother is really the illegitimate son of the God of Destruction? Is he the enemy of killing his father with the Emperor of Heaven? Do you want to be so bloody!

When the demon frog came to the mall and wanted to get close to her, he must have come for his senior brother, and the last old man...... No, the deal that the last elder had with the subordinates of the God of Destruction did not look like the demon son of the God of Destruction, because that person did not respect or get close to the last elder, but fear.

Anjou immediately ended the retreat, and as soon as she left the retreat room, she met the dragonfly elder and handed her a virtual letter.

"The Preparatory Committee for the Holy Sacrifice has informed you that you are invited to go to the capital to prepare for the Holy Sacrifice. ”

Anjou nodded: "I know, you can leave now." ”