Only those dragons and phoenixes, from the divine realm, entered here to crush their strength, not because of the relationship between the light spotted ants and Yexi, and they would have pressed this group of immortal-level little bees to death long ago. In other words, these dragon beasts and phoenix beasts are unwilling, and the space has changed dramatically, and it is impossible for them not to take the opportunity to do something.

It's a pity that the little lotus root thought of the front, changed together, immediately notified the dazzling, and blessed her with a whip.

Oh, if you want to take advantage of the chaos, let's see if your life is hard.

With a dazzling whip, the dragon's backbone can be broken, so do you still want to transform and become paralyzed for life?

In short, under the control of the little lotus root, the bubble space is safe and quiet.

Little Lotus Root does not recommend that Yexi integrate the bubble space into a small world that I don't know if I can succeed, if it succeeds, what if it doesn't work? Why don't you keep an insurance policy?

Yexi didn't think about it, or rather, Bamboo didn't want to.

It's not that he left a way back for Yexi, but he didn't look at the bubble space at all.

The bubble space of Yexi, in his eyes, is a small land that can be settled, and it is useless to melt into it, and it is a waste of time.

Yexi only thought about doing what the bamboo instructed herself, and didn't think about the bubble space at all.

If the little lotus root knows that she bothered to work hard, she didn't care, and maybe two buds sprouted out in anger.

Yexi sprinkled her spiritual power outward, to this day, she doesn't know how much spiritual power she has, the crystal nucleus is full of stars, hundreds of thousands of years have passed, the stars are no longer the stars of the year, they have long been full of stars, and the small universe that has expanded and expanded is originally transformed by spiritual power. This sprinkling only feels endless and endless.

In the process of dissemination, we did not forget to gather the little viruses hidden in the depths, and compress and temper them little by little, and the condensed viruses are no longer the color of dead ash, but beautiful transparent gray, and a crystal gray star is slowly born.

Yexi didn't think about destroying it, this is his own life, although it can't be published, it must not be destroyed, and it should be treasured.

The spiritual power was dispersed, filling the purple sea, and those painful backlashes were a bit like growing pains after getting used to it, and the grin passed.

Accustomed to pain, Yexi was all immersed in the following thoughts: What kind of world should I create?

It's supposed to be like this world, right? The Divine Realm? Seems too advanced. Celestial? Cultivation Realm? Or - the mortal realm?

Every.

The bustling revival of high-rise buildings in distant memories fills my mind.

There are also wars, there are crimes, but there are more trivial lives, passionate, noisy.

There are no gods, no immortals, only real people.

The ups and downs of the purple sea.

Bamboo stretched out his hand and frowned, is that the world? You can also.

Suddenly, the purple sea was full of waves, and the waves were monstrous.

Wisps of black shimmered in purple.

Eschatological.

The end times that can't be bypassed.

She is the zombie king, the finished product of the end times, and she remembers the end times more times than before the end of the world, and every time she remembers the memories before the end of the world, she always ends in the end times, and this time is no exception.

Darkness, blood, panic, killing, cruelty, despair...

Bamboo looked at the sea that had transformed into darkness, and said in his heart, sure enough.

The more black there is, the more blooming clusters of flowers, the flowers bloom, the purple decays, and the bamboo throws into it struggles left and right, and finally the enemy sinks away without the rampant darkness.

A blue-black shadow formed above the head of Night Creek, which was the size of a basketball at first, and gradually shrunk into a football, a shot put, a table tennis, and then a grain of sand.

By this time, the purple sea had disappeared, and all those materials were sucked into the grains of sand.

The grains of sand have no luster, and the black that swallows everything is not suspended on the white forehead of the Night Stream, and it is almost impossible to find in the void.

The grains of sand moved, burrowing into the forehead of the night stream.

Yexi woke up, his eyes slowly opened, and there was a dead silence.

In the spiritual space, the galaxy is bright, surrounded by a black sphere, on which there is only one plant, which is the small tea tree. It's just that at this time, the little tea tree has completely changed its appearance.

Young and thin, only more than one meter and less than two meters in height, the main trunk of the thin arm is divided into two branches, one branch is white, the bark is smooth, and the leaves do not germinate.

A branch is black, pimples are all over the place, look closely at those pimples are actually blooming eighteen flowers, the main branch has four side branches, the leaves are dark and shiny, exuding a strange fragrance.

The four brothers stood beside the tree, their eyes closed as if they were sleeping, their long bodies and jade bodies, crowned and robed, indifferent and majestic, high above.

Compared with the momentum here, in the main branch on the white side, the scene of the pitiful big fish swimming in it is poignant.

Seeing that Yexi hadn't woken up yet, Zhuzi stretched out his right hand and slapped her on the forehead.

"If you don't create now, you will wait for when!"

The explosion sounded like thunder in his ears, and the night stream was a spirit, and his spirit swayed and landed on the planet.

The four brothers opened their eyes at the same time, their eyes were like lightning, and they bowed their heads and bowed.

"My lord."

Yexi still has dead eyes, his hands raised, and a thin rain sprinkles through.

That's the seed of Eighteen Hime.

Leaning forward, the palm of his hand touched the forehead of the four brothers: "I order, palm yin." ”

The four brothers' foreheads touched the ground, and they couldn't stand for a long time.

Night Creek came to the other side, her palm touched the branch, and the miniature fish leaned over and kissed her palm.

"I order, Zhiyang."

The big fish flashed with golden light, and spit out a bubble, the bubble shattered, and the white branches had a faint flash of gold.

Retracting his hand, Yexi turned around and took a few steps forward, overlooking his own world, where the wind suddenly rose and thunder and lightning roared.

"Raw—"

The world surrounded by black gas is pushed by the wind, torn apart by electricity, the rain is pouring down, hail and snowflakes are flying, and more black gas is pouring out from the ground, as if to push the wind away, extinguish the electricity, and bury the rain and ice.

The Night Creek remained motionless, and the ferocious energy radiated out, shooting into the sky and penetrating the earth.

I don't know how long it took, the battle between heaven and earth gradually stopped, there was blue on the top, green on the bottom, and the withered black gas slowly gathered, one after another, and slowly took on a human form.

The green sprouts grew rapidly, and the four brothers overrode them, sprinkling black light, and the green seedlings grew higher and higher, and the branches and leaves revealed black lines, and the black lines spread, more than green, and the top of each plant budded.

The four brothers stopped and came to Yexi.

Night Creek faintly looked at the black qi that gathered into a human form, they curled up into a baby's posture, and it took a while to really come back to life.

This is the creature of her world.

"My lord, please give me a name."

"Night, clan."

The race she created is a new race full of her complex feelings, the Night Clan.

The night has put an end to a round of light, but it will bring new light!

Take a long breath, breathe high in the sky, and form a sea of clouds, and since then the blue sky has morning clouds and sunset.

"Looks pretty good."

The bamboo that suddenly appeared next to him scared Yexi.

One second, the Night King, who was as precious as a god, appeared in his original form the next.

"Hey, this is my world, you might as well knock on the door before you come in."

"Old father never needs to knock on the door."

"Which daughter doesn't have a little secret."

"You. Do you have the ability to hide secrets? ”

“...”

Bamboo looked at it and chuckled: "It's really a dead world." ”

The sky is blue, there is the sun, and there will be the moon at night. The ground is very green, and there are a lot of seeds in the eighteen Himes, and the growth is also gratifying.

But!

There is death in the air, everywhere and everywhere.

The crouched creatures are, in fact, the dead.

It is not accurate to say that the necromancy is a special creature derived from the breath of death.

Sure enough, a world of death was created.

Yexi doesn't care: "I'll just raise a world ghost." ”

Turning his head, he instructed the four brothers: "Take this body off, as if you want to see the emperor, oh, you yourself are the emperor." Changed it, changed it, changed it to a short fight, and went to the bubble space to find out what flowers and trees could be moved. These eighteen concubines, black, green, black and green, are not eye-catching at all, get more bright colors, our new home, must be dressed up lively. ”