Zhang Qingyang didn't tell the truth.

It's not to guard against Ji Tianchen and his gang, who don't believe in partners, but that some content can't be announced at all.

For example, the Wu Clan's white coat controls the power of the small world, which is by no means as simple as the internal and external collusion he said, but that information is enough for everyone to digest.

Then there is the purpose of his solitary penetration, which is by no means a reckless and impulsive decision.

And now he crashed headlong into the huge statue, which confirmed the previous suspicion, and the chances of success were greatly increased.

The statue was originally material, made of stone and other materials.

Theoretically, Zhang Qingyang was bored and blindly bumped, either being bounced off by the automatic defense force field, or hitting his head and breaking the blood flow.

But as soon as he penetrated it, a strange halo bloomed on the statue's body, and the defensive force field had already been completely changed.

As for the rocky material......

Zhang Qingyang wraps his body in a virtual true form, and briefly forcibly transforms the nature of his physical body, spanning the virtual and the real, which can theoretically perform a method similar to that of earth escape.

The thick and sturdy statue did not hinder in the slightest, only stirred up faint ripples, Zhang Qingyang felt his body light, and came to an incomparably wide and strange space.

It resembles his inner universe, with a boundless sea of clouds tumbling at the far end, and a solid earth-like structure below.

He scanned it with a psychic technique, only to find that the ground was not a physical structure such as stone, but a manifestation of a pure aggregate of energy and information.

Zhang Qingyang didn't care, he fell lightly, crushed and tried with his feet, and the feeling of feedback was very real.

He used his power to shake and impact, but it had no effect, and it also provoked a strong counterattack, breaking half of the virtual foreign minister.

With one breath resuming its original shape, he stopped this meaningless attempt, and diverged his mental tentacles to probe farther away, and soon captured three distinct and harmonious powers.

Pure and vast, endless, rich and profound.

That power naturally condensed into three phantoms, projected into his mind.

One is a dragon-riding giant as majestic as a mountain, one is an unfathomable towering giant tree, and the other is an old man in a trance robe.

It is the three powerhouses that make up the small world.

They form a standard triangular formation, each with a unique power rolling behind them.

The robed old man was obviously more domineering, and he steadily suppressed the other two.

It does not have an advantage in terms of level, the key is that the infinite silk thread stretched out in the phantom behind it pierced into the vast void to replenish his strength continuously.

Zhang Qingyang didn't have to guess, he knew that it must be the master controller of the sandworm manufacturing.

His arrival did not provoke a violent reaction from the three strong men, who stood solemnly, as if they had never moved since eternity.

But Zhang Qingyang knew that this was just an illusion.

They have been in a fierce movement within, and are now projecting power into the void.

Zhang Qingyang came to the front and observed more clearly.

The silk thread behind the robed old man is a projection of power from the external material world.

He tried to take out the rat bone sword to cut it, but the cowardly weapon screamed in panic and did not dare to show its head.

Zhang Qingyang had no choice but to dispatch the soul killing gun, and with enough strength, he broke one.

The silk thread shrank and disappeared in an instant, but the moment of shrinking was enough for him to separate the information and figure out that this silk thread was an evolutionary force from a certain biome in reality.

Zhang Qingyang suddenly realized that this guy had absorbed the results of the evolution of all living beings in the small world, and condensed them into the power of rules to achieve himself.

The more successful and perfect the evolution of the small world, the stronger it became, and thus it was able to suppress the other two powerhouses.

Perhaps, after countless years, the small world has completely grown into an independent plane, with unique and complete rules, and he can take the opportunity to ascend to a true seventh-order god.

What a calculation!

Zhang Qingyang smiled and said, "Let me help you." ”

Wield the Soul Killing Spear and cut those silk threads one by one, and the sound was endless.

In the small world, there are not many biomes that have been formed, and they are about to be cut off in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a figure appeared not far away, it was the white coat.

The man still put one hand in his pocket, looked at him calmly and said, "You have once again updated my criteria for judging human potential. ”

Zhang Qingyang broke the last silk thread, turned around and pointed the gun at him, and said in a deep voice: "Your behavior has also refreshed the lower limit of my perception of bad guys. ”

"The distinction between good and bad is meaningless. The white coat shook his fingers, "You can't change the established facts by doing these useless works." While you still have the chance, go back and tell those people to get ready for a new era. ”

Zhang Qingyang stared at his rigid face and laughed, "Let me guess, you are injecting the power of these three into that three-sided statue to create a new god?"

The white coat nodded calmly: "That's right, I have completely broken through the barrier, and he will be stronger than any living creature that has ever existed before." ”

"What if He won't be your puppet, let alone recognize your godly gods who have long since ended?"

Zhang Qingyang never believed that such a powerful existence would be at the mercy of others.

The white coat shrugged: "I don't care. ”

"You don't care, but humans do, and all creatures in the world do!"

Zhang Qingyang can't understand this kind of person's mentality, it's just a neurosis!

Just to succeed in the research he wants, no matter how serious the consequences are, he is simply an anti-social and anti-human madman!

The white coat looked at it indifferently and said indifferently: "Your vision is too narrow, and you are still limited by emotions and ethnic cognition, and you will never understand the realm of God. ”

"I don't need to understand. Zhang Qingyang's face sank, and he suddenly laughed, "Since you are so keen on making gods, it just so happens that I will also do a little, so by the way, I can do a favor." ”

His figure shook, and he suddenly swelled into a hundred-meter giant, and three heads appeared on his shoulders, one of which was his own true spirit, with three golden eyes, majestic and solemn.

So that the two heads have no facial features, pure flat.

The white coat finally showed a surprised expression, lifted the frame, and said with interest: "It's finally a little surprised, but I don't think it's meaningful." ”

Zhang Qingyang didn't answer, a series of shouts came out of his mouth, and a golden dragon appeared out of thin air, which was the incarnation of the general outline of the divine dragon.

The golden dragon soared and swam into his body, and the second head immediately transformed into a dragon head.

The second giant in the distance immediately split up and projected a force into it.

Zhang Qingyang followed with the Secret Technique of the Mind, transformed into a divine bridge out of thin air, and crashed into the third giant tree.

The giant tree immediately responded with a torrent of power, and his third head also appeared as a kind and elegant vague woman.

With the projection and infusion of the two, Zhang Qingyang's transfiguration body quickly condensed, surging with more and more powerful energy, and after a while, it was incredibly powerful.

The white coat put away his surprise and shook his head slightly: "The strength is uneven, and it will not succeed if it is in vain." ”

"Don't jump to conclusions. ”

Zhang Qingyang's voice was like thunder, and dozens of clouds were suddenly released outward.

It is the will of all kinds of strong men that he has been exposed to in his life, the residual strength!

There are inspiration goddesses, insect locusts, rat gods, mysterious gods, iron wall city powerhouses and insect kings, as well as Hongshan City evil gods, Feng clan ancestor fusions, parasitic Liang Er mutants, and the remnants of dozens of human ancestor masters, and so on.

The white coat opened his mouth in surprise, and his eyes lit up and exclaimed, "What a miracle, you have contained such a variety of powers, and you haven't collapsed yet! ”

"You don't have a chance. ”

Zhang Qingyang snapped, the eyebrows of the head of the true spirit opened the divine eye, and the golden light swept through the cloud qi mass, scattering it all and retracting it into his body.

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