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He closed his eyes, as if he was in a deep sleep, and even the light on the reincarnation armor gradually converged with the glory of the battlefield, as if Cheng Yang had suddenly become a part of the glory of the battlefield and could no longer be separated.

This is a natural transformation of instinct, Cheng Yang's own consciousness has not been discovered at all, in fact, he has no consciousness, just instinctively extending the state of eternal light, instinctively transforming into this.

A golden nameless inscription suddenly appeared in the sea of consciousness, and a simple symbol immediately appeared on the inscription.

At this time, it suddenly appeared in an incomprehensible way in Cheng Yang's unconscious mind.

Subsequently, a large amount of information containing the sky was entered into Cheng Yang's mind, this information seemed complicated and abnormal, but there were only two words!

Origin!

There are only two words of information, but the origin of all things in the world is folded out for Cheng Yang from an infinite angle, and each origin has not been let go, just like the tip of a chain, suddenly extending countless tentacles, so it presents countless surfaces, but behind it, it is composed of only one chain.

If there were other Saint Rank powerhouses who saw all this, they would be shocked and dumbfounded.

Advancing to the Holy Rank means that the strength has reached the threshold of the final level, and they will comprehend the profound meaning of the Origin Power.

However, the origin that other Saint Rank powerhouses can comprehend is only a manifestation of power, and it is only the true drop of power that has been comprehended.

The origin of Chengyang's comprehension not only includes power, but also includes all things in the world, including the entire world, all of which are presented in the most essential way, which has far surpassed other Saint Rank powerhouses.

This is even an unimaginable promotion, peeking into the origin of all things, even if it is the main god, it is far from reaching such a level.

If Cheng Yang's promotion was not carried out slowly under the cover of the brilliance of the battlefield, but in peacetime, it would not be able to cover up the strange light at all, and it would definitely be discovered by even more powerful forces.

Is it luck or fate?

With a large amount of origin information pouring into Cheng Yang's consciousness, Cheng Yang is also slowly undergoing a huge transformation.

This metamorphosis comes from thought, from artistic conception, from supernatural powers!

In the thirty years since he entered the high-level realm, all of Cheng Yang's cultivated supernatural powers, battles, and perceptions have been firmly and unbreakably glued together, and then slowly shaped into a statue of the origin.

This statue contains all the experiences of Cheng Yang's life, and it is a collection of all memories and then formed after thousands of tempers.

Eventually, this source will form a source self, which will eventually directly replace the seed.

The Holy Rank powerhouse has no seeds, only the origin.

The self with the origin, as long as Cheng Yang thinks about it, will derive infinite clones.

Even if the Buddha-figure is destroyed, the doppelganger can continue to become the Buddha-figure, which can be said to have reached the true immortality to a certain extent.

Of course, the more doppelgangers, the weaker the average strength will be, but the clones also have the artistic conception and understanding of the Holy Order, even if the deity is destroyed, it is not too difficult to re-cultivate back to the Holy Level.

It's just that unless the cultivation reaches a certain level, all the saint-level powerhouses generally don't choose the doppelganger, because the doppelganger inherits the artistic conception and physical body of the deity, and once it is derived, it will inevitably weaken the strength of the deity, which will have an impact on the cultivation of the realm, which may lead to a very slow cultivation.

It is very difficult to kill a saint-level powerhouse, even if it is bombarded into hundreds of millions of fragments, as long as there is an origin, it will be resurrected indefinitely.

Cheng Yang is evolving towards this long process, and the light of the battlefield has become the greatest protection for his promotion.

I don't know how long it has been, how many years have passed, the glory of the battlefield has finally stopped spreading, and the light and heat have finally gradually dimmed.

This brilliance poured out from the source of the Holy Clan's Century, submerging most of the Century Space under the rule of the Holy Clan.

Of course, most of the Century Space has turned into nothingness, but with the weakening of the glorious stage of the battlefield, there is still a small part of the Century Space Although it has also collapsed into the battlefield, most of the families in the Century have survived.

The light dissipated, leaving only the gray battlefield space.

This battlefield space is like a dry riverbed, coming from infinity and passing to infinity.

It has communicated countless centuries of space, turning all the space groups into a whole, a unique space connected to the void but not closed.

This is the norm of war

Moreover, the battlefield not only destroyed countless centuries of space, but even many of those that existed in the void were forcibly pulled inside.

In the dim space, there are fragments of space ruins floating everywhere, as well as a large amount of dust and clouds, as well as countless unknown substances, filled with a post-apocalyptic scene.

This scene has been around for decades.

In the dead silence of the area, suddenly a ghostly light flickered, and the figures of two young girls appeared.

These two girls are quite beautiful, bright and moving, their breath is strong and thick, there is a kind of unity between heaven and man, they are two seventh-order powerhouses, and they are obviously the children of a certain remnant of the century space.

It's just that when the two girls appeared, their faces were full of great horror, and they looked around in fear, as if they were being chased and killed.

Inside the battlefield space, the dust and fog greatly hindered the exploration of spiritual sense, and unless there was a saint-level powerhouse, it was impossible to see far at all.

In the middle of the sound, the eyes of the two girls flashed with horror, as if they had found something, and after discussing a few words in a whisper, the slender figure flashed, and immediately disappeared into the depths of the void.

A moment later, more than a dozen figures flickered in the area.

This time, there were more than a dozen young men and women with grim expressions.

Although these people have different faces, they are as handsome as men and beautiful as flowers, and each face is like the most standard facial features patched together, with an indescribable perfection.

It's just that in perfection, everyone shines a cold and merciless gaze, as if they are indifferent to everything they see, and they will appear to be high and contemptuous when they see everything.

These dozen men and women are as majestic, perfect, and noble as gods, and cannot be blasphemed.

Even in the dim ruins of the battlefield, they can stand out, like a lotus flower out of the mud and not stained.

The dozen or so people look like colorful figures in a black and white picture.

But if this demeanor is only one person, it is okay, and more than a dozen people are together, as if carved out of the mold, it looks extremely stiff and weird, and it feels very wrong.

The young man at the head looked around, swept his spiritual sense, and frowned slightly: "Strange, those two Terran women obviously disappeared here, how could they be gone?"

The others just listened with blank expressions, and their expressions didn't react.

A girl with dazzling blond hair said, "They didn't run away, they must have used hidden magical powers, and we can't reach them here, so it's hard to find them." ”

"Is it?" asked the young man at the head, "Zola, are you sure?"

The blonde girl said: "I'm not sure, I just think it's possible, their cultivation is only at the seventh level, no matter how strong their magical powers are, they will never be able to escape our pursuit, so I speculate that they must still be here, but I can't know exactly where they are." ”

"You have a point, then I'll give it a try!"

The young man in the lead nodded casually, then stretched out his arm, and a blazing blue light instantly centered on his arm, spreading into a huge ball of blue light.

The blue ball of light spread to the size of hundreds of zhang, including not only the location of the two girls, but also some fragments of ruins.

"Divine words, show up!" the young man at the head shouted coldly.

The blue ball of light suddenly changed strangely, as if it was inside a wonderful crystal ball.

Soon, the dust-like mist dissipated, and the blue ball of light instantly became clear and translucent.

There was a faint glow on the two girls' bodies, and they suddenly appeared in shape, and when they saw the hidden magic cup broken, the two girls immediately leaned together in horror, and looked at the young man who was the leader with trembling.

Although they are also seventh-order powerhouses, they are also the sons of gentlemen in the century.

How could he have encountered such a dangerous chase and counter-pursuit, it would be good to be able to use his magical powers, in the face of more than a dozen ruthless young people, not to mention having the courage to resist, he didn't even have the strength to escape.

"For the sake of the two of you, we have delayed an hour of prayer to the Lord God, so you should pay more to repay the loss of our Protoss. The young man at the head said expressionlessly.

As soon as he grabbed it with his empty hand, he brought the two frightened and trembling girls directly in front of him.

Looking at the two women, there was a look of contempt and disgust in his eyes: "Filthy human beings, I don't want to touch you at all, or even talk to you, it's a blasphemy to me, but in order to make up for our losses, your artistic conception and thoughts must be complete and unreserved to us, and be ready to sacrifice yourself for the great gods!"

"Chen Si, leave these two Terran women to me, I've been cleaning the battlefield for so long, and I've been killing men, and I really haven't touched the Terrans, I want to taste something new this time!" a purple-haired young man suddenly said.

Even with the obscenity of his words, his expression was still full of majesty, and his tone was still sacred, giving people an indescribably distorted impression, as if a puppet was performing stiffly.

When the others heard him say this, they all immediately showed expressions of disgust.

The blonde woman Zola said: "Luo Ling, I didn't think that you would have to touch such a disgusting race, are you perverted?

Luo Ling said: "You unawakened gods, where will you understand my pleasures? I am saving two lost lambs, God is merciful, not dedicated to destruction, wouldn't it be better for us to have two more believers of different races in the god race? If you listen to me, along the way, we will also have many believers of the human race." "^_^ Website of this site:, please support this site!

(Zilang Literature)