Inside the nascent crystal wall barrier, one world after another was trembling, and a long line within it slowly extended out, connecting to the space in front of him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The purple world source power continued to permeate Artis's body, setting off his figure incomparably taller.

He waved his hand, and wisps of world source power rushed forward, silently moistening the space in the distance.

With this kind of support regardless of blood costs, the space here has grown rapidly, and the continent within it has quickly revealed, devouring the source power of the outside world to strengthen itself.

While strengthening itself, a large amount of spiritual impurities are devoured by it.

Endless fragments of memories and emotions slowly condensed, turned into thousands of horses, and rushed forward, swallowed up by this nascent continent.

With this nascent continent as the center, and below it is the endless world within the Artis universe, and the worlds tremble, establishing a unique cycle with this nascent world.

This change had been a long time in progress, and by the time Artis looked forward again, it was perfect.

In the eyes of the world lord of Artis, on this new vast continent, thick world lines carried this continent one after another, dispersing the originally huge pressure.

Wisps of spiritual impurities slowly escaped from the many worlds, precipitated along the mind of Artis, swallowed and purified by this nascent continent, and then fed back the purified power to each world through the connection of the world thread, growing each other.

As soon as this structure was formed, this nascent continent began to slowly stabilize, completely suppressing the originally deep and chaotic spiritual sea.

This is the world between matter and spirit, carrying the spiritual power of the entire universe, and sooner or later it will be able to grow into a behemoth.

Artis looked into the distance again, where the source of war was converging.

It was the kingdom of the god of war, which had begun to take shape at this time, like a miniature small world, perfecting its internal laws.

With Artis' mind, the kingdom of the god of war began to turmoil, and began to move upward, finally slowly staying above the nascent continent.

Suddenly, the continent, which was still undulating, slowly became calm, and the originally turbulent earth moved much smaller at this time, no longer as if it had experienced an earthquake before.

This is the suppression of the kingdom of God, and in the future, as more and more kingdoms of God condense here, the continent where the spirit is condensed will become more and more stable, making the structure of the entire universe stronger.

"The world that is born in the spirit, between the material and the spiritual, is called the astral plane. ”

Looking at the nascent continent in front of him, Artis said casually.

Although it is only casually, in the eyes of his Creator, this is Chrysostom.

One after another, the laws trembled, and the entire nascent continent instinctively cheered, responding to Artis.

The Astral Plane was born, and its role is far more than transforming spiritual impurities, but also has the purpose of connecting all worlds in the universe.

The astral boundary is the world line that connects all worlds, and if you have enough strength and the coordinates of the world, you can sail directly through the astral plane, which is extremely beneficial for future exchanges between worlds.

Artis turned back, and in an instant, his figure came outside the astral plane, looking at his entire universe.

After his integration, the universe at this time has become three layers.

At the bottom is a large number of scattered worlds, which are also the core of the universe, and are filled with a large amount of life. The second layer is the nascent astral realm, which is constantly carrying and transforming spiritual power and expanding its body. At the top is the kingdom of God, which houses the kingdom of the gods and stabilizes the structure of the entire universe.

This structure, to some extent, is sufficient to maintain the stability of the entire universe, but it still lacks a vital link.

Artis looked down, where many worlds had gathered.

In one world after another, in addition to a large number of spiritual impurities caused by the joys, sorrows and sorrows of life, there are also a large number of souls that have died of life.

Under the control of Artis, wisps of spiritual impurities slowly drifted upward, heading towards the newborn world. And those souls, on the other hand, are firmly precipitated downward.

For decades, a large number of souls appeared at every moment, condensing downward.

For this group of souls, Artis did not have a good way to solve it, so he had to let it settle downward.

Decades of savings have created a small world of death below, and a large number of souls have wandered below, annihilated, or swallowed up by stronger souls.

This was the prototype of the underworld, and at this time there was also a preliminary union.

If left unchecked, after the endless years have passed, one soul after another will be wiped out, and sooner or later the universe will be pushed to give birth to a true underworld to house these souls.

But now that Artis has taken action himself, naturally he doesn't have to wait so long.

With a soft sound, the remnants of the world's source power poured out, turning into a thousand purple rays, pouring into this gloomy place of death.

At this time, a small place of death has been formed here, and the cold power hovers in it, and a large number of ghosts are tormented in it.

Bursts of miserable moans hovered here, and the souls of the dead could not be put to sleep here, but could only hover here in vain, dead to reason, and only the last instinct remained.

The situation here is very cruel, in order not to make their existence disappear, driven by instinct, a large number of souls begin to devour each other, so as to delay the time of their existence.

All emotions such as love, family, friendship, and so on, have completely disappeared in this place of death, leaving only an evil spirit that unscrupulously devours souls to hover and stand here.

Artis looked at it casually, and in this small space, there were abominable evil spirits everywhere, completely occupying this space.

After death, ordinary creatures will directly become the food of these evil spirits, and will be devoured by these evil spirits.

In this case, a great deal of resentment and sin grows here, entangled almost the entire space of death.

And these resentments and sins that go deep into the bone marrow have further aggravated the distortion of this region, even a normal person, after coming here, will also be polluted as soon as possible, and directly become a madman with a distorted soul and spirit.

Seeing this, Artis sighed and pressed down hard with one arm.

In the sky, a huge palm that seemed to have no boundaries appeared, and it pressed down with the power of a cosmic world.

Touch!

A clean, crisp cracking sound rang in Artis's ears.

The originally intact sea of the world seemed to have been bombed by a nuclear bomb, and there were cracks everywhere, and even the original space was almost destroyed.

This blow, naturally, Artis withdrew his hand, and stopped his action just by erasing all the resentment and souls in this space. Otherwise, with his strength, it would be impossible for this small place of death to leave a trace.

After this round of cleansing and purification, this small place of death has completely changed, none of the evil spirits that were originally everywhere can be seen, and even the large amount of resentment that was originally filled with it has disappeared, and it is as clean as a blank piece of paper.

However, after withstanding the blow, this small place of death was also damaged and was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing this, Artis raised his eyebrows, and the world source power that had poured into it before began to explode, flowing into this space, helping it to increase.

The World Source Power is the embodiment of the world's origin, and it is the highest power, which is sufficient to create the world.

With the infusion of a large amount of Origin, this small world quickly took shape and expanded at a rapid rate.

Looking at this process, Artis's face did not move, this is the movement of his hands, and he quickly injected a large number of laws into this space, making this land of death more suitable for the habitat and survival of the undead.

Time passed quickly, and when the world source power injected into it by Ardis was exhausted, this nascent underworld was also expanded to the extreme and completely perfected.

After the perfection of Artis, it is no longer just a place of death, but a world dedicated to the undead.

Artis waved his hand, spilling out a little starlight and sending him into the nascent underworld.

Following the will of the Lord of the Universe, the nascent underworld began to shake violently, and a large amount of power was mobilized and began to condense, forming a silver moon in the sky.

The silver moon illuminates the entire underworld, bringing light to the cold underworld, but it does not conflict with the negative energy that is everywhere in the underworld.

This moon is the embodiment of Artis' will, representing that his will has always shrouded the underworld.

The Silver Moon spreads its radiance, not only will it not suppress the undead, but it will even slowly nourish the body of the undead, slowing down the speed of its annihilation.

For all this, Artis completely let go and let the nascent underworld run on its own.

Without the suppression of Artis, one soul after another began to be instinctively pulled by the underworld and came here.

Looking at the strange land and feeling the power around the soul that makes the soul feel comfortable, one by one the undead can't help but pray sincerely to the silver moon in the sky.

The nascent underworld has perfect rules for accommodating souls to survive within it until they dissipate.

But that's not the end of it.

"There are still a few world treasures that can suppress the underworld. ”

Looking at this preliminarily perfected world, Artis muttered to himself.

In front of him, three golden branches appeared, which looked the size of ordinary branches, but revealed the depth and grandeur of the world.

The power of the law is constantly circulating inside these three branches, and the golden veins are wrapped around the branches, each of which contains supreme mysteries, and people can't help but devote themselves to them and be attracted to them.

This is the branch of Artis's body, which has been carefully selected by Artis and refined with divine power for countless years.

With the strength of Artis at this time, he had already surpassed the limit of the seventh level and began to advance towards the eighth level, which was only one step away. With the extraordinariness of the World Tree, his body is naturally the most precious material in the multiverse, even if it is a leaf or a branch, it is a treasure that countless people dream of.

Not to mention that these three branches were carefully selected by Artis, and it took a lot of world source power and divine power to nourish them, and in terms of material, they have reached a limit.

Don't look at these three branches as if they were the size of ordinary branches, but in fact, if they were not bound by Artis, each of these three branches could be the size of a small world, and they contained extremely terrifying powers.

Without the slightest hesitation, in an instant, the three branches began to transform continuously, forging them with a large amount of divine power.

In the universe, a large amount of purple source power began to turbulent, being extracted from various worlds and escaping into the bodies of the three branches.

The world's source power creates all things, and it is most suitable for forging the world's treasures, and at this time, all of them were pulled out by Artis and blessed to the three branches.

Under this blessing of sparing no expense, the three branches began to slowly deform, forming clusters of light like eggshells, which seemed to be undergoing metamorphosis.

With a wave of his hand, Artis directly sent these three golden light clusters into the sea of laws of the entire universe, and underwent the refinement of the laws of the entire universe to make its foundation reach a limit.

When this process is over, the three light clusters can be formally formed, and there is a faint palpitating fluctuation spread within them, as if something is brewing.

Anyone who sees this omen will think that some terrifying treasure is being born.

Looking at these three rays of light, Artis casually sent them into the nascent underworld, absorbing a large amount of underworld power filled with them, and accelerating the cultivation of the secret treasure in it.

"It's a pity that after doing this, the world's source power has already been exhausted, otherwise the speed of the three secret treasures is enough to speed up a lot. ”

Looking at the scene in the underworld, Artis felt a little pity.

"The underworld is there, and the secret treasure to suppress it is also there, and now, there is only one god of death left to rule the underworld. ”

Artis looked at the vast underworld in the distance, and the steady stream of souls, and spoke.

"I don't have to do this on my own initiative. Artis raised his head and looked at the underworld, which was as dense as the sands of the countless worlds, and his face was calm: "The underworld has been perfected, and under the call of the underworld, the consciousness of the great universe will automatically select a suitable god of death to take charge of the underworld." ”

"But as the Lord of the World, I could speed up the process a little. ”

He looked at the Hengsha world in front of him, and in his eyes, dense threads of fate emerged, influencing and fluctuating each other, like a collapsing sea, endless.

A sea of fate emerged in his eyes, and at one checkpoint it began to diverge, forming dozens of tributaries.

This represents dozens of possibilities, and the results can be diametrically opposed.

If nothing else, after that, the instinct of the universe will test these possibilities in various ways until the final choice arises.

However, this took too long, so Artis began to strike.

He waved his hand, and in an instant, the fate of the entire universe began to turbulent, and it began to change in a certain direction along his mind, making a choice in place of the universe itself.

This is naturally difficult, if Artis dares to do this in the outside world, he will be directly devoured by the consciousness of the great universe, and he will have to shed his skin if he does not die. But in my own universe, it's much simpler.