The Protoss, Dragons, and Elves are the three primordial life races of the Heavenly Civilization, and the demons are the only races that have long competed with the three primordial life races, and have ruled the entire world during the barbaric period.

After the light of the four races of inheritance was completely fused, Muyang had more insight into history than history.

He had come to Hanhai Pavilion to test some guesses, and at the same time to thoroughly integrate the memory fragments of the various races' inheritance.

For a while, a lot of things were certain in my mind, but more confusion arose.

In addition to the confusion of the time and space of the Heavenly Domain, the confusion of the sun, and the confusion of the sun, it is inevitable that there is an obscure and subtle hint in every race inheritance: Netherworld!

In any major event involving the civilization of the Celestial Domain, there seems to be a figure of the Netherworld, and even the 300 years of the Lost Era are related to this.

Of course, in many eras, the Netherworld was not called Netherworld, and there were various names.

Mu Yang wanted to explore the truth more deeply, but found that his brain was not enough......

At this time, Mu Yang realized the limitations of the psionic level, and it was indeed too reluctant for the D9 level to bear such a terrifying stream of consciousness.

Stream of consciousness is an epoch-making concept that refers to the collection of consciousness beams of living beings, which need energy support - soul power when they are active.

A small part of the strength of the soul power is determined by innateness, and most of it depends on the level of psionic energy.

Mu Yang's eyes were a little distant, and he remembered the epoch-making strange old man of the Dragon Clan, whose name was almost everywhere in the entire 1459-year history of the Heavenly Civilization......

Thinking like this, the epoch-making seemed to be hallucinating, standing quietly beside Mu Yang, his face covered with a layer of haze, frowning.

……

Qianji has been looking at Muyang not far away, his good-looking eyes are perfectly hidden behind the lenses, the whites of his eyes are like the white moon, and the black pupils are like the night.

He was very eager to find Mu Yang to get back 1 inheritance light, saying that he was getting it back, but it was actually more like begging.

But Mu Yang's side face focused on reading seemed to have an invisible charm, and Qianji always felt embarrassed to come forward and disturb.

In other words, I was shocked by the infection of Muyang's atmosphere.

There was even a weird crimson on his face inadvertently.

Qianji feels that Muyang's body exudes light, which is knowledge, wisdom, and unique charm......

Thinking like this, I suddenly felt that there was really light emanating from Mu Yang's side!

This light is indiscerning, a spatial matrix that hides certain images.

"It's him." Uncle Yan's hoarse and deep voice sounded, "He doesn't want people to see it, so we'd better not see it." ”

Chiki nodded and looked away.

"Young master." Uncle Yan pondered for a moment, "Muyang, it's the sun, and you're the Taiyin." But you may not be destined. ”

Qianji nodded again, with a good-looking smirk, and he couldn't see too many emotions: "My fate has long been doomed, and it has long been shattered." All that remains is sacrifice, just like Uncle Martyr. ”

……

"We meet again."

The epoch-making tall body emitted a faint light, as if he was isolated from time and space, but as if he was a part of time and space.

White hair, white beard and white eyebrows, pale and faded all luster, especially a pair of white and strong dragon horns, only a stubborn arc remains, but there is no aura, it seems that it will turn into powder at the slightest touch.

Mu Yang looked at the epoch-making and deep white pupils, and he couldn't bear to look at his hazy appearance, only these pupils still had a living emotion.

"We're meeting again, call you epoch-making, or the dragon elder, or the previous dragon king?"

The epoch-making frown trembled slightly: "All titles don't matter." It seems that Qianjia is very anxious, the opportunity is intricate, and the appearance of the light of inheritance is both an opportunity and a crisis. ”

Mu Yang thought for a moment and understood what the epoch-making meant.

"You're saying I knew too early about something I should have known later?"

The epoch-making brows gradually relaxed, as if he finally understood the knot of extreme worry: "That's right, but since I already know, it's doomed." I hope you forgot some information that you should forget. IMHO, it is a bad thing to travel far away with a heavy load when your strength is low. ”

"That's what you're trying to say?" Mu Yang smiled, "I thought you were here to investigate the use of psionic masks and psionic bracelets. I can give you feedback, and the results are very good. ”

Looking at Mu Yang's indifferent smile, epoch-making finally squeezed out a far-fetched smile and echoed: "That's good, I care about the things in front of me, it seems that I am overly worried." What I want to say is that history is more complex than you know at the moment, and what you speculate is still an illusion, and of course, the truth is not clear to me. The limit of the Light of Inheritance that can be fused is 10, and it cannot be copied, because the Origin cannot be copied. Only by standing in the field of view overlooking the world can we understand the origin. There is still a long way to go, and there is not much time.

"That's what you're trying to say." Mu Yang thought for a while, his blue pupils flashed with a luster of wisdom, "Count the time to move forward, don't stare at the big goal of history, but the small goal of the academy." Don't think about the origins, but grasp the progress at hand. ”

The epoch-making white pupils showed a touch of relief, nodded, and the figure turned into a white glow and disappeared.

Mu Yang's ears echoed with the voice of vicissitudes: "Then goodbye." The little guy of the Qianjia family has a fate with you, as for whether it is a good fate, it is up to you to decide. ”

In the darkness, epoch-making took a long breath, and sure enough, he was the master of the blade of the world, fusing the great atmosphere that the light of inheritance could emit, which made epoch-making also very uncomfortable.

……

Mu Yang nodded at the epoch-making vanishing void, he had a gut feeling that epoch-making seemed to be everywhere.

The environment of Hanhai Pavilion was very good, Mu Yang then briefly checked the information related to psionic energy, and then prepared to open the summoning technique transmitted by Saya.

Encrypt the data, and two random problems appear.

First question, what is Saya's favorite food?

The corners of Mu Yang's mouth swept away, naïve, and the answer was naturally: sweet fruit.

Mistake?

Mu Yang thought for a moment: another plate of sweet fruits.

That's right.

Mu Yang was a little speechless, and he was really naïve.

The second question is, who does Saya like the most?

Mu Yang replied without hesitation: Grandpa.

Mistake?

So: old foolish grandpa.

That's right.

The information was opened, and after Mu Yang browsed quickly, everything had been engraved into consciousness.

I deeply felt the mystery of the summoning technique, and had a deeper understanding of the psionic energy system.

However, there is no time to experience it at this time, and the object of the experience is not there, so it can only be put on hold for the time being.

Mu Yang came back to his senses, and then glanced at Qianji not far away.

Qianji sensed Mu Yang's gaze, and came up with a smirk: "Mu Yang, after studying hard, I feel more fulfilled, and my mood will be better." For the sake of being in a good mood, I wonder if you can give me back 2 pills? ”

Mu Yang took out a light of inheritance from sub-time and space at random and handed it to Qianji.

"I didn't plan to return 1 egg, but after all, I also have a kind side. There is no need to be greedy, just say 1 is 1. ”

If it weren't for the upper limit of the Fusion Inheritance Light being 10, Muyang might not really return 1.

"It's really cold." Qianji shook his head, and quickly took over the light of inheritance, God knows if Mu Yang would suddenly regret it, "These were originally mine, but unfortunately, they were just original." ”

"The young master of a thousand machines doesn't need to be so frustrated." The corners of Mu Yang's mouth flicked, "At least after this incident, I think you are a good person." ”

"I don't dare to do that. If it weren't for you, I would have 10,000 ways to get it back. Of course, if it weren't for you, there would be no chance to snatch it. The good-looking smirk on Qianji's face became even stronger, "You might as well say it bluntly, Qianjia is just doing the right thing at the right time and with the right person, and will do whatever it takes." ”

"Am I the right person?" Mu Yang thought for a moment, "Are you sure I'm the right person?" I might as well be blunt, I don't like the feeling of being taken advantage of, even if you've made a lot of upfront investment. ”

"It's not exploitation." Qianji pushed his glasses, "It's just cooperation." We're just going to do the same thing. ”

"We are all aliens I agree, we are all going to the camp of the class that excludes us, I have my reasons, and your reason seems to be me? When it comes to what we have to do, we don't necessarily have the same. ”

"No, in fact, the Thousand Families never divide classes, those are just the things that the Protoss is best at." Qianji's face rarely became serious, "What I want to do is to make the light of the sky glorious forever." I think you do too. ”

"Because the light of heaven sometimes looks like a thousand words?" Mu Yang shook his head slightly, "What we have to do is really different, you are too stingy, like a woman." What I want to do is to make the world my heart's work. ”

Looking at Mu Yang's distant back, Qianji was really touched and deeply touched in the depths of his heart at this moment.

This back is so extraordinary, not because he is a person of atmospheric luck, not because he is fused with the light of inheritance—but because it is him, so atmospheric luck chose him, and the light of inheritance belongs to him.

Qianji's heart beat subtly, and he chased after him, still smirking: "Muyang, what are you eating at noon?" ”

Mu Yang shook his head and looked back at Qianji with a straight face: "I want to eat lunch without you." We're friends, at least for the time being, I don't see you as an enemy—but we're not the kind of friends we should be tired of being together. ”

Qianji raised his head and crossed Muyang: "Really?" Your serious appearance doesn't look like you're angry, but like inviting me to be with you. It just so happened that I was really idle. ”

Mu Yang found that he had no problem with Qianji, and sighed helplessly: "I'm not idle, I don't plan to go to dinner immediately, I still have to go to class." ”

"Forget it, I'll still be invited out......"

"yes, I want to try."