Mysterious fonts, endless despair.

At the last moment, under the attack of the monster in the left eye of the guardian god, he fled to a small remote temple in a panic.

And in this small hall, he saw an even more terrifying, incomparably terrifying scene.

In the hall of the smaller one, he saw these inscriptions on the earth in the depths of the temple with blood and severed limbs.

A certain being, torn here, eaten, and finally engraved in the midst of endless despair, the last words are inscribed.

These fonts contain despair, horror, darkness, and chaos, and even at a glance, it feels like they are going to destroy him.

Those limbs, those flesh and blood, were not much worse than the breath contained in the Divine Eye.

It is probably also a part of the body of a god.

However, a god was actually torn into such a state, Wu Hao could even imagine that at the last moment, his painful and extremely desperate expression.

This is worse than the mummy that was dismembered by the Twelve Kings in the first place.

Could it have been the Twelve Kings?

Or is there something else hidden?

"What caused a god to die so miserably?"

"Be careful...... God? ”

What this scene in the side hall means, Wu Hao doesn't know.

I don't dare to speculate.

There are too many secrets in that sacrificial hall complex. Similar to the side hall that Wu Hao broke into, it was densely packed, guarding the main hall like stars. I can't count how many.

If there is a god dead in every side hall, I shudder to think about it.

What will be hidden in the depths of the greatest temple?

meantime

"Bury the present, destroy the past, penetrate the future, unite all self....."

"The way to godhood!"

Wu Hao's eyes were blazing, and in his heart, he was deeply shocked by the content of these few words.

It's just four lines of words, eighteen inexplicable fonts, but it seems to have exhausted all the secrets of becoming a god. Simple, yet profound.

What is buried now?

What is the destruction of the past?

What does it mean to penetrate the future?

What should we do to unify all selves?

Wu Hao was very curious. Although he is immortal and immortal, for more mysterious and terrifying gods, it is false to say that he does not yearn for them.

Every living being has the ambition to become a god!

As far as he knew, the King of the Grotesque was the most powerful existence in the Grotesque Clan, and he didn't know, and he couldn't know, if there would be other levels of grotesques on it.

It is quite possible that there is, like the Endless Flesh, the presence of the black sun in the sky.

Maybe they can be called gods?

If these beings are also gods, does it mean that one day, Wu Hao can also rely on some way to advance to this level of grotesque?

After all, there are rumors that gods and demons are actually a more distorted grotesque.

It's just that it's as if they have full consciousness. It's like a new individual that has evolved in the chaos of the onion.

"The ...... of the Gods"

"The ...... of the Law of Becoming a God"

Wu Hao's eyes flickered, and the thoughts in his heart were spinning rapidly.

......

Time flies.

There are only twelve hours left until the arrival of the New Year.

Wu Hao glanced at his own state.

After the knowledge system fused with the left eye of the gods, it began to advance slowly.

The Sun Spirit Shifting Star has not yet woken up, and is still asleep. It's just that the breath on this guy's body is getting stronger and stronger, and the blazing temperature has raised the entire pet space by a few degrees.

It seems to have entered the most important stage of evolution.

The ghost door world is still uncontactable. It's just that he has already communicated with his servants in the name of God and the eyes of God. They seem to be far away, responding slowly, only vaguely, indicating that everything is safe.

It was still necessary to wait for the Divine Eye to form on them, so that Wu Hao might be able to see their condition.

The Lalaye space was also released by Wu Hao and went to forage for food by himself.

Cthulhu's strength has subsided in the past few days, and it seems that instinctively, it can also feel a powerful ghost nearby. The strength on Wu Hao's body made it a little jealous. In order not to affect Lalaye's growth, Wu Hao could only endure the pain and let it leave.

The most important netherworld nest and the shattered will of the world on the body have not yet done anything, and have been isolated in a small area of the pet space.

This thing is precious, but it is also dangerous. It contains the will of a world of broken despair, the ultimate pollution characteristic, and it is no joke.

Wu Hao didn't dare to contact him at will.

In his own condition, the authority of the primordial hour was still slightly shattered, and he was attacked by the two big men of Endless Flesh and Thunder Behemoth, as well as the encounter with the Sacrifice Hall of the Dream World afterwards, these injuries were not so easy to heal.

However, he already has some plans for recovery. Just after the 110th anniversary celebration, he began to carry it out.

Looking at the huge golden light cluster in the sky above Brussels, Wu Hao was thoughtful.

His own strength level is still ordinary twelve moments. He has yet to find a way to advance to the next division.

Looking at the skill of the Gate of Truth, the knowledge used for exchange during this period of time has been saved up again. Because of his own strength, and the information he knows, he has more, so the mystery has also increased to 10%.

One number of exchanges, 10% upper limit mystery!

If he can't find a way to advance, Wu Hao is ready to spend the number of exchanges and then get the promotion method.

Thinking about the grotesque method of advancing from ordinary to panic, for him, the mystery should not be too high.

"And nine imp seeds."

"40 years later~hun!"

"It's too far away to think about it for now."

"The ghost characters have evolved to the level of ninety-one percent. The door character text is also stuck at 19 percent. Tai character Wen only derived the concept of Taichu. ”

When it came to the concept of primordial beginning, Wu Hao glanced at the completeness of this concept, and at this moment, he had unconsciously evolved to the level of twenty-seven percent!

It has been evolving and growing from the knowledge obtained by Wu Hao, the fragments of various rules, and even the information contained in the flesh and blood, breath, and so on contained by the gods.

The amount of power that can be activated is increased by 2.7 times.

The concept of Taichu is also Wu Hao's most worry-free skill.

He doesn't have to worry too much about it at all, the most basic rule rune in heaven and earth, it will grow by itself, and continue to absorb all kinds of information. Compared with the arrogant ghost character text, the cold door character text, and the non-evolutionary knock character text, I don't know how many times more obedient.

"Sure enough, you are the most worry-free, and the others are a bunch of bear children!"

"Still the bear kid with the dangerous Gatling."

The promotion of the concept of Taichu made up for Wu Hao's strength that he could not mobilize at full strength because of the damage to the authority of Taichu Hour.

It's not much worse than before.

It also made him breathe a sigh of relief. Without the corresponding strength, in the face of the next big changes, I am really a little weak-hearted.

And just like that, twelve hours flew by.

Midnight, sub-hour, the darkest hour.

The new year has arrived completely.

Wu Hao waited quietly.

however

One second

Two seconds

Three seconds~

It seems that a long time has passed, and there has not been the slightest phenomenon.

Wrong hunch?

That guy who poked and poked in secret, really doesn't appear anymore?

In the dark night, Wu Hao's expression was extremely stunned, and his heart began to be a little flustered.

Until, a huge black sun, suddenly bloomed with a light comparable to day!

In the deep darkness, it turned into daylight in an instant!

The black sun that has been silent for a hundred years,

At this moment

Erupted!

......