Outside the vast thousand, in the void, Zhou Ming showed a trick of the Cangsheng Dream Dao hand, grabbed the primeval divine kingdom, and when the palm fell, the divine seat was actually wrapped in the palm of the hand, and collapsed into a strange thing.

This is because Zhou Ming's Cangsheng Dream Dao hand is composed of countless blank dreams, and between grasping and shooting, it dissolves and absorbs the power of the Xenomorphic Nightmare on the Ancient Divine Throne, and absorbs it into it one after another.

In an instant, Zhou Ming's dream Dao hand turned into pitch black, and one by one the blank dreams turned into pitch-black nightmares, terrifying and terrifying.

This nightmare caused a repercussion to Zhou Ming's mind, and the number was so large that it was almost necessary to imprison Zhou Ming's every thought in a dark dream.

This method is already one of the truly terrifying methods of Xenonightmare.

Zhou Ming had already seen that Xenomorphic Nightmare was a very special life form, and it did not seem to be a material life form in the traditional sense as Zhou Ming understood, but a "virtual" life form, or it could be called an ethereal spirit species.

They have no physical form, but are pure ethereals, whose power cannot interfere with matter, but has a great influence on the soul.

Most of the methods used to explode are also aimed at the soul.

For them, the process of cultivation is just the opposite of that of the people of the Origin World.

The people of the Origin World mainly cultivate strength and the mind, and they explore the natural way of heaven and earth, and the ultimate growth all comes from the Tao, which can be said to come from the heart.

However, unlike this ethereal species, they are born with powerful hearts and even immortal qualities.

However, they have no substance, and their influence on the physical world is ultimately limited.

They also know how to cultivate, but the way is to cultivate matter, to cultivate an immortal substance that can be controlled and placed in by the void spirit.

This so-called primeval divine seat is actually a mass of matter cultivated by the Xenomorphic Nightmare.

Using this as a medium, it is actually possible to give immortality to the martial god and make him an immortal god.

This transformation of the martial god is not all due to his own cultivation, but is more in line with the saying that those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black.

Because he has held the primeval throne for too long, under the continuous contemplation and research, he has been invisibly and imperceptibly infected by all aspects of the primeval throne, and finally has immortal attributes, and even finally becomes an immortal god.

However, this is a kind of pseudo-immortality, because the root and wisdom of this immortality does not come from itself, but from the primeval throne.

This immortality can be degraded.

If you are too far away from the primeval god seat, the power of the martial god will weaken, and it will be no different from the normal gods of this world.

If this behavior of staying away from the primeval god seat continues for too long, the martial god will even completely lose his immortal attributes, and degenerate from an immortal god to an ordinary god.

It is precisely for this reason that, in a sense, the Martial God has been firmly tied to the throne of the primeval gods.

At this moment, Zhou Ming's Cangsheng Dream Dao hand dissolved the power in the primeval divine seat, causing this divine seat to lose its power support, and the material structure collapsed, which naturally made it difficult to maintain its original state, and its inherent attributes also disappeared.

The first unlucky one was the Martial God.

He was dark, dark like a nightmare, but now he's getting back to normal.

This does not bode well for the Valkyrie, because this recovery means that he is degrading, from an immortal god to an ordinary god.

When he was an immortal god, he was not Zhou Ming's opponent, let alone after degeneration.

The martial god's heart was very desperate and shaky at the moment, and he felt that his end was coming.

He did not dare to act rashly, he did nothing, but prayed silently in the bottom of his heart. If the power of the Holy Lord of His Prayer can defeat Zhou Ming, then he can at least escape the catastrophe.

In fact, being able to pass the trials of the primeval Dao realm and obtain the primeval god seat is enough to show that the martial gods of the past were definitely extraordinary figures, and they must be amazing talents, and most of them were the top leaders in his era.

Unfortunately, one wrong step led astray and ended up where we are today.

I think that when he was at the peak of his cultivation, he was also a dignified god emperor, but for so many years, he was dominated by the Xenonightmare split, and after going astray, his cultivation was even more dependent on the primeval divine throne, and the cultivation of the past years had long been slackened and corrupted.

Now that it has degraded at the beginning and has gradually been beaten back to its original shape, the martial god feels that all this is really too much like a dream, the bamboo basket is empty, and the wife is lost and the soldiers are broken.

Not to mention that the immortal is gone, even his original cultivation has been changed beyond recognition, and he can no longer recover, and he ends up in an embarrassing situation.

Only then did he realize that over the years, his soul had withered, full of holes, filled with black nightmares like parasitic poisonous mushrooms, and the gold and jade were ruined in it.

These black nightmares had unconsciously drained the vitality of his soul.

"Fake, all fake, this is not real immortality, this is just a false prosperity ......"

Feeling his current state, the martial god finally saw the truth, trembling and desperate in his heart, and suddenly woke up, only to know that his own depravity had unconsciously cut off everything about himself and let him fall into the abyss of no return.

The faith in the great and exalted Lord in His heart collapsed and shattered.

Because He finally realized the cruel truth. The Holy Lord is simply using Him and oppressing Him. In the eyes of the Holy Lord, He is nothing more than a chess piece, essentially no different from the other chess pieces of the Holy Lord.

Zhou Ming fought against those black nightmares that were devouring, and at the same time felt the immortal substance that made up the primeval throne.

These substances are constantly derived and transformed from energy, and they are constantly being reversed by Zhou Ming.

In the process of continuous reversal, the mystery and truth of immortal matter began to emerge in Zhou Ming's heart.

Eventually, he discovered that the energy that made up this immortal substance was very special, and that it all came from the soul. This kind of soul power, like the essence and blood of the soul, is constantly squeezed and absorbed in the process of being dominated by the Xenonightmare split, and finally returned to the Xenonightmare, and then used by him to create various immortal substances.

In Zhou Ming's memories of the earth, he always remembered that there was a fictional evil existence called a vampire, who specialized in feeding on the blood of living people.

There is no doubt that this Xenomorph Nightmare is a more evil and terrifying being in this world than a vampire.

For He was born by sucking souls.

He used his own split body to dominate the excellent and powerful life beings in this world, and then let them fall into the madness he needed, thus opening the mouth of the soul mine, unknowingly, absorbing the soul power from the host, squeezing the host's soul, and even manipulating the host to complete all kinds of things for him.

The secrets of Xenonightmare are being constantly spied on, explored, and surfaced by Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming had even determined now that the Xenomorph Nightmare Body could not be divided indefinitely, and the number of its splits must also have its upper limit, and it was quite limited.

Otherwise, Xenonightes could have used the infinite number of splits to harvest the creatures of the Origin World, without having to go through as much trouble as they do now.

"It seems that this xenonightmare doesn't have much to do with a truly immortal existence......"

Zhou Ming's thoughts flashed in his heart, feeling the backlash of the pitch-black nightmare, his thoughts suddenly moved, and he sighed in his heart, "Isn't this how Xue Rou was born?"

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