I don't know how long it took for Lynn to open her eyes.

There was an indescribable vicissitudes in his eyes that flashed and disappeared, and thousands of scenes were hidden in the depths of his pupils and disappeared.

Carrying the "Qingtian Avenue Song", the mana runs more freely.

"It's a strange flower of heaven and earth!"

Lynn praised in her heart.

He stared at the flowers on the other side of Sansheng, and a trace of thought crossed his eyes.

When the magic sword was born, Lynn surrendered to the magic sword and got a drop of divine blood from the magic sword.

Lynn took out the blood of the gods and examined it carefully.

This drop of divine blood, if it is used to cultivate the ancestral witch transformation, can be cultivated into a heavy one, and the third change will be opened, and from then on, the strength will be stronger and the means will be more.

But Lynn pondered for a moment, and with a flick of his fingers, the blood of the gods fell on the root of the flower on the other side of the three lives.

The flowers on the other side of the three lives grow faster.

At its growth rate, it is a little less heated, and it will take at least hundreds of years to grow. But with the nourishment of the blood of the gods, it can mature in more than ten years.

"In the abyss of Ivan's leadership, there are eight magic swords. If it is as I expected, the eight magic swords have eight drops of divine blood. Ancestral Witch can become eightfold in an instant!"

Lynn knew it.

Thinking of the magic sword, he couldn't help but think of the corpse that was nailed to the cliff wall by the magic sword.

"The magic sword is an extremely powerful demigod weapon, even if it is not an artifact. ”

"Nine magic swords to suppress a corpse!"

"How strong was this corpse when it was alive?"

Lynn pondered, frowning slightly, "The strength is so strong, but it was killed and suppressed by the magic sword." What is the strength of the person who killed and suppressed this person?"

"In this world, is there really a god?"

Lynn looked to the north.

He wanted to find a demigod and ask about the gods, but he held back.

"Asking the demigods doesn't necessarily get the answers I want. ”

"Magic!

"If you want to understand the mysteries of the gods and explore the strangeness of this world, you must go down for yourself!"

There was a smile on the corner of Lynn's mouth, "After going through all kinds of things and seeing all kinds of laws, you are an immortal in the Dao!"

"Immortals!"

"Knowing everything, doing anything!"

"Magic! Shinto!"

"After all, you can't get around!"

Lynn muttered in his mouth, and his gaze fell on the flowers on the other side of the three lives.

"Then please go to the world for me!"

Lynn closed his eyes and said nothing, sitting cross-legged next to the flowers on the other side of the three lives, his mana surging, flowing through his body. The breath on his body was full of ten zhang, enveloping the flowers on the other side of the three lives.

Gradually.

Lynn's breath forms a synergistic rhythm with the Sansheng Flower. One breath and one inhale, the flowers on the other side of the three lives echo each other from afar. Faster absorption of divine blood.

All the energy in the blood of the gods, the divine power to support the three living flowers, and all other useless substances were eliminated by Lynn.

The breath of Lynn and Sansheng Flowers is getting closer and closer.

The flowers bloom and the petals sway, transforming in the direction of mystery.

......

Northern Xinjiang, in the polar region to the east.

It is freezing and snowy all year round, and there are few living creatures living here.

In the depths of the snow-capped mountains, Hekarim was buried in the snow and ice, like an ice sculpture, motionless.

As soon as he breathed, the majestic elements of heaven and earth poured into his body, turning into pure magic power. After that, it was transformed and refined into the power of a demigod to nourish the body and soul.

Hecarim's face was pale, and there was blood at the corners of his mouth.

His breath was extremely unstable.

Speaking of which, Hecarim is also a tragedy.

10,000 years ago, Hekarim was seriously injured and suppressed. After 10,000 years of suppression, the injury did not recover. After getting out of trouble, he rehabilitated from his injuries while integrating the orc tribe.

Unexpectedly, because the Wind Chasing Empire was too strong, two Terran demigods were brought out, and his injuries recurred.

Soon after, the artifact was born. Hecarim thought about picking up the leak, who knew that the annoyance of a few demigods would also pull him into the battle circle.

Those demigods are all heyday demigods who have practiced for tens of thousands of years. Ten thousand years ago, Hecarim was not afraid of them, but now, Hekarim has no strength to fight.

He was just hit by the crutch that the elven old man casually struck, and his body exploded with a bang. Fortunately, the demigod is immortal, he gathered his flesh and blood, and fled in a hurry.

The elven old man happened to be entangled by the demigods of the dragon clan, otherwise Hecarim would not know how many times he would have been beaten.

Even so, his injuries were severe.

So he came to the depths of the snowy mountain and sealed himself in order to recover as soon as possible.

In the depths of the iceberg, a trace of breath penetrated, through the iceberg, along with the elements of heaven and earth, into Hekarim's body.

If it were normal, Hecarim would have been able to detect it. But now that he was seriously injured and weak, and with this strange aura, Hecarim didn't even notice it.

What he didn't even notice was that as that aura seeped in, his recovery speed increased considerably.

......

The northern part of the continent, above the ice sheet.

Runes flickered, and golden light swept vertically and horizontally, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

Among them, two giant dragons, one black and one white, rolled and roared.

"Old thing, let us out, or we'll destroy your elves!"

The black dragon shook its wings and its eyes were fierce.

It spits out dragon breath that corrodes the golden light of the runes.

The golden light of the runes is endless, corroded, and more is born.

The elven old man stood in the void, his cane in his hand waved, and runes were constantly being hit at the two dragons.

Hearing the black dragon's threat, the old man smiled and said, "When I refine you into nothingness, how will you destroy my elf clan?"

The black dragon's eyes widened in anger.

The white dragon's four claws waved, and one after another breath was vertical and horizontal, shattering countless runes of golden light. It stared at the elven old man, and his voice was low, "Hudson, you can't kill us, why waste time!"

The elven old man Hudson shook his head and smiled, "If you can't kill it, you have to try it to know." ”

He no longer paid attention to the two dragons, and concentrated on controlling the alchemy circle.

"Maniac!"

The black dragon roared.

It and the white dragon are both demigods, Hudson is actually whimsical, and it is ridiculous to refine them!

Between the demigods, there is only victory and defeat, no life and death.

Hudson wanted to kill two of them with one against two, what is this not a madman?

"Good!"

"Then my two brothers will fight with you!"

The white dragon also had an angry look on his face, "Hudson, it's best not to let us break your magic circle, otherwise we will definitely slaughter your elf clan!"

The black and white twin dragons erupted, unleashing mysteries, and the power of the demigods raged.

Hudson's face was still indifferent, and he was not stunned at all.

......

This battlefield is not far away.

Three demigods fight remotely!

The Earth Demon Ape Bazel and the Snowy Butcher Afra cast their magic spells to trap Taylor, the god of wind and fire, in the ground, trapped in the ice.

Taylor's body burst into flames, melting the ice.

He was under tremendous pressure, and the cold was invading, and his bones were rattling.

"Taylor, hand over the artifact, and the two of us will never be embarrassed by you. Bazel spoke up and admonished Taylor.

Afra also said on the side, "Little man, you can create a demigod by yourself, what is so rare about an artifact?"

"Get out!"

Taylor roared in the ice.

"The artifact is in my hands, even if it is destroyed and thrown into the Dead Sea volcano, you dog men and women don't want to think of it!"

The flames on Taylor's body were even thicker, and black streaks appeared in the flames, which was the dimensional space created by the shattered space.

"Then you can't blame us!"

Bazelon said. His palms were pressed against each other, and Taylor's body was suddenly half shortened, and his teeth chattered. With a swing of the staff of Afra, the snow elves surrounded him, unleashing an extremely cold aura that trapped Taylor.

Blessings from both sides.

Demigods have a long lifespan, and if this kind of war does not come to an end, it will be difficult to end, and it is possible to last for ten or a hundred years.

......

Demigods don't come out.

In the battle of the orc grassland, Lynn killed twenty-nine legends, shocking the world.

The legend of Muen Continent was silent, and he didn't dare to make a move easily.

As a result, only the Sanctuary was active in the continent.

Ivan occupied the Thirteen Provinces, comparable to the Empire, and was officially established eleven years ago as the Ivan Empire.

The three empires of the Rock Domain, the Sacred Forest, and the Abyss survived, but they did not match the truth, and were gradually swallowed up by the five major empires such as the Ivan Empire, and disappeared in the long river of history.

Time is unstoppable.

In the blink of an eye, thirteen years.

......