No god who has not matured seems too small to be worth mentioning compared to an entire 'world'.

However, compared to the dream world and the group of gods who were born dependent on this world, Su Xing, who was almost equivalent to the true body of the world, was inherently one level higher than them in the essence of existence, not to mention the lofty status he had in the divine spectrum at the moment.

He blinked and recorded this small discovery, unlike the state of the Heavenly Court Divine Domain, which was completely free-range, every righteous god in the High Heavenly Plains had an extremely clear bloodline lineage, and would be subject to this top-down invisible rule. As for why he did this, Su Xing thought of a few rather shady reasons.

But why did he suddenly think of this thing? After recalling it carefully, Su Xing suddenly realized that it was because the blood breath on the woman who was talking in front of him had inadvertently aroused his thoughts. And the True Illusion God Domain, which was in an active state, magnified this thought infinitely, so much so that he entered a state of wandering.

Hijikata Miao was a little annoyed, she had just said so many things, and asked and explained so many things to this young man who seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he didn't seem to listen to a word!

If she hadn't been successful in cultivation and could sense the faint pressure and power brought to her by the young man in front of her, she would have taught this little guy a lesson. Could it be that she really thought that her strength as a high-level sorcerer was not a decoration! No matter where she was placed, she would also be able to sit on an equal footing with a big name. Where can anyone be so lazy?

She was angry at the young man's attitude, but she was afraid to act rashly because of his might, when she heard the young man speak: "High Sorcerer, what is that? ”

When Su Xing came back to his senses, he happened to feel the thinking signals and those chaotic thoughts that emanated from the woman in front of him mixed with anger, fear, panic, dissatisfaction and other emotions, he subconsciously said his doubts, and saw that the woman's expression suddenly froze, and her eyes were full of panic and disbelief.

"You don't need to know why, just post this quest, and I can use it as the cost of posting the quest in addition to the bounty. Su Xing didn't bother to think about why she was suddenly stunned, and turned over her hand and took out a large bottle of blood-red liquid that shimmered like a ruby.

"This is an elixir that can purify the bloodline of any living being, making it infinitely closer to the source of the bloodline, and I think this thing should be able to sell for a good price. "It's rare, Su Xing doesn't want to use the power of the True Illusion God Domain at this moment to let these guys work for him in ignorance. In order to be able to get in touch with the peculiarities of this world more deeply, he decided to do it in a more normal way.

After all, the bottle of potion in his hand, in his opinion, was actually nothing more than a 'potion that can purify the bloodline', such a sentence.

Although the remaining time does not seem to be long, it is also not very short. Twenty-four hours, enough for many, many things to happen.

It was not easy for Hichikata Miao to clean up the mess, and just as Su Xing asked his question, the high-level magician suddenly felt an incomparably huge fear, as if the mana she had worked so hard to cultivate and the various related knowledge she had studied hard had all lost their meaning of existence at that moment, and they were about to be erased from this world by some invisible power.

Of course, she didn't know that at that moment, all the cultivators, text and image records, and various artifacts directly related to the profession of 'sorcerer' in the entire dream world were all facing a catastrophe, but in the end, they were gently let go.

The reason for all this is very simple, because Su Xing doubts the existence of the 'Warlock', with his current status and authority in the dream world, if this doubt continues for even a second, everything related to the Warlock will be erased by the world's self-correction mechanism.

It can only be said that their luck was really good and they escaped this catastrophe.

"Yes, sir. The high-level magician took the potion from Su Xing's hand with her still trembling hands, and she said with some embarrassment: "However, we need to prove that its effect is indeed as you said, do you have any evidence that can prove its function of purifying bloodline?"

"It's very simple, you just find someone and let him try it. Don't tell me, you can't do that. Su Xing said nonchalantly, perhaps because his body was getting younger, his psychological state had also undergone subtle changes and became more ...... Recklessly?

"Otherwise!" Su Xing clapped his hands fiercely, "I see that you have a little trace of divine blood on your body, so let's just try the effect on you!"

Without waiting for Tu Fang Miao's answer, Su Xing hooked his fingers, and a drop of blood-red elixir the size of his thumb penetrated the wall of the glass bottle and flew slowly above his flat palm.

"Just let me see how illusory beings react with illusory 'reality'!" muttering silently in his heart, Su Xing flicked his fingers and flicked this potion, which was actually composed of countless small definitions, into the forehead of this high-level magician. Immediately after, a light blue flame lit up in the pupil of Su Xing's right eye, and the high-level magician lost his color in his eyes, and began to be broken down little by little into an illusory human form composed of dense dots and lines.

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Thousands of kilometers away from Kagawa Castle, in the ruins of a ruined palace full of barbarism, a thick palm covered with long gray hairs suddenly moved under the brick and stone pillars.

With a boxy head, his facial features seem to be depicted in ink, and the ghost who is more than three feet tall wakes up from his sleep. It smacked its lips, groped with its left hand for a moment, pulled a thick crooked horn from the rubble, and began to pick its teeth.

On the horns like bull's horns, I don't know who carved the crooked and terrible handwriting with something: the left corner of the drunken boy.

After picking his teeth for a while, the ghost giant burped like thunder, and casually tore a dark cloud from the sky and stuffed it into his mouth. When it opened its eyes, in the middle of the whites of its large watermelon-sized eyes, there were enough melon-sized pupils and bones that turned around a few times, and it was indeed a pair of bean eyes.

"Lights, come out. ”

Unexpectedly, the Ghost Giant's voice was completely different from its appearance, appearing gentle and reliable.

However, the Qingxing lantern that it called its name does not think so.

More than a month ago, this nameless ghost and god who came out of nowhere broke into the country alone, slapped the wine-swallowing boy who claimed to rule half of the monsters in the world into a meatloaf, and then ate the thousands of famous monsters on the mountain in three or two strokes. The whole process takes no more than twenty seconds.

The Qingxing Lantern escaped because he was not on the mountain at the time, but after returning to the mountain, he was caught by it and banned from doing errands.

This appearance is ridiculous, as if the strength of the nameless ghost god made of thousands of boxy color blocks is simply beyond the limit of the barren imagination of all monsters, and there are more than 20 groups of forces that want to come to the country to pick up bargains or solicit after getting the news, all of which have been swallowed into his stomach without leaving a single one.

"Big Boss, I'm here. The Qingxing lamp trembled and floated down from the stone pillar, and the pure white flame kept shaking, for fear that it would eat itself casually. ，

"Just now I felt like someone was calling my name from far, far away," it said, scratching its head, "It's kind of like a connection between blood." But I remember that all the descendants of the blood related to me have long been recovered by me. The ghost giant yawned again in annoyance, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Now I give you a task to find the guy who may have my blood, and bring him to me." ”

The cyan lantern the size of a human head shuddered, and hurriedly responded.

"Celestial gods, even youkai don't necessarily kill their descendants, what kind of thing is it!"