Even if Ziqing is only a layer of immortal arts, she has already opened her divine sense and can already cast spells. Its strength is not comparable to that of a person who has just entered the Xuandao or gone astray.

Zi Jing jumped to the top of the grinding disc with only a few flyes, while Fang Xiaoran climbed the grinding disc thousands of zhang high with difficulty.

Ziqing stood under the red and gold string, opened her hand, and the bell fluttered up from her palm and circled around her, and then the rope on the bell branched out countless thin silk threads, flying and completely connected with the filaments that opened at the end of the rope above......

"Ahh

Fang Xiaoran finally climbed onto the grinding plate, looking very embarrassed, and rushed towards Ziqing without hesitation, and hissed, "No, don't ...... This is my ......" in a frenzy, trying to snatch the bell back.

He never expected that the game he had laid out would have no effect at all, but fortunately he came in early, otherwise......

The little bell hung in front of his eyes, and his eyes were full of greed. It's not that the outside world needs to pretend to be high and cold, and if you continue to pretend to be deep here, the endless wealth here and your own Heavenly Dao path will not be realized......

He stretched out his arms with all his might, his fingers like claws...

It's almost over, it's about to be caught, and his heart is excited and he is ecstatic...

Zijing stood beside him, watching all this with a wary expression. She was now absolutely sure that she could get him, but she didn't make a move.

She had just thought of a question, and that was how the bell had been torn off and created this space of creation. And those who are in the world?

In the past, she could "break" the rope as long as she was ruthless, so when the bell returned, could others tear it off?

So when she saw Fang Xiaoran frantically grabbing the bell, she didn't stop it immediately, but saw if her guess was correct: the bell is not something that anyone can pick up.

…… Fang Xiaoran's outstretched fingers grabbed suddenly...

But he grabbed a void, something in his heart was hollowed out at once, and he didn't give up, and scratched at the bell again, one hand could not do two, and he jumped there like a clown jumping off the beam......

Zijing was slightly stunned, she was a little confused. Return the bell to its rightful place yourself. Why did he react so much?

All the prophecy and divination revelations show that he is the "son of God", he has already regarded himself as the "protagonist", and isn't the Xuantian Order something that the protagonist can have? So Ziqing returned it. He felt that this was depriving him of being the protagonist. Oh, not the privilege of the "Son of God".

But even in the original plot, he is the protagonist of this plot world. Become the master of it all, isn't it now that the plot hasn't come that far? Hasn't he yet received the Xuantian Order? Could it be that he knows that he is the protagonist of this plot world?

…… But none of this matters, as long as you confirm that not everyone can influence the power of "creation". Ziqing was relieved.

Well, even if you're the main character, you can't do it......

Ziqing looked at Fang Xiaoran's appearance, in stark contrast to the majesty and majesty of the original plot and the elegance of dominating the world and sitting on all kinds of best beauties in the world, and his heart was full of indescribable comfort and comfort: the feeling of knocking down the protagonist is really cool.

A protagonist who steps on someone else's fate.

Buzz –

Suddenly, the entire Creation Space emitted a dull sound, which came from nowhere, but it shook the soul.

Ziqing felt the token in the sea of consciousness tremble slightly, and used the power of his mind to take it out.

A suction force came from the token, Fang Xiaoran suddenly screamed in horror, and his body involuntarily flew out upside down, flying towards the token in Ziqing's hand, the closer he got to the token, the smaller his body became, and finally turned into a tiny dot and disappeared on the token.

There is one more piece of information in Ziqing's sea of knowledge: Xuantian Creation

The token is indeed a pass and an identity seal, and the holder of the token is equivalent to the manager in this creation space.

There is a vast space inside the token, which is dedicated to storing souls...

The space inside is the space of the huge funnel above the grinding disc... In other words, all the souls collected by the token will eventually be sent to this creation space to enter reincarnation.

If there is no will without the master, the soul will only be collected inside.

If you have a master, you will do whatever you want according to the owner's will.

Life and death are taken away, this is the supreme right in creation.

In the token space, Fang Xiaoran was still shouting wildly, unwilling, unwilling. There are still a few infatuated women waiting outside, even if they can't hold the moon with seven stars, they can hug left and right, and they can enjoy the ultimate prosperity and honor in the world...... And now, that damn woman has actually received herself into this space.

He had a vague sense of something: was she just throwing herself into that damn millstone? No, no, I don't want to die, I want to live forever and ever, I am the son of God, the destiny of heaven. The world is waiting for me to save it......

"Xianghe, you let me go. I knew you could do it, let me go... I've never done anything hurtful, I help the world and save people, you can't do this to me..."

Zi Jing thought about it, and yes, it seems that he really hasn't done anything angry and resentful. At least on the surface, it looks righteous and benevolent... But what does this have to do with her, she is not a messenger of justice and an incarnation, she is here to counterattack the life of the original owner.

As an ordinary person, the original owner lives peacefully and quietly, who did he provoke? Why don't you even know how to die in the end? It was completely crushed by the giant wheel of the plot and drowned in dust.

Why don't ordinary people even have the qualifications to know the truth? Why should ordinary people become cannon fodder? Why do ordinary people have to fulfill the glorious status of the protagonist?

She is here to fight back for ordinary people, she disdains to replace the status of the protagonist, she just puts all her soul into this pool of creation. At least they are "equal" in the beginning of their souls.

Zijing didn't want to bargain with this kind of person who thought he was a little bit good-looking, thinking that he was so attractive that he could attract all the opposite sex—unless it was in the world he imagined.

Zi Jing's heart moved, and a black vortex appeared under Fang Xiaoran's feet, instantly swallowing him in.

Buzz –

Another muffled sound came.

Jingle Bell –

The handle on the grinding disc gently swiped over the bell, which shook softly and made a pleasant jingle sound.

Suddenly, Ziqing felt that the entire space was quiet, and time and space were frozen.

Ziqing's mood became nervous inexplicably, yes, what will happen to this creation space after returning the bell to its place? What will happen to the world out there? (To be continued.) )