"What is it?"

A strange feeling came over me, and a certain change began in silence, and a blazing heat came from the godhead. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chen Ming sensed it, and in his body, a complete and simple godhead suddenly emitted a faint brilliance, which was not powerful, but with a certain scene in the dark, it hit his heart.

After a while, the change ended, and the original glowing godhead also returned to its usual simplicity, like ordinary jade, unremarkable.

Then, Chen Ming looked at the top of his head.

In the top of his head, a golden natal with a little light green appeared, and on it, streams of white luck continued to converge, turning into golden luck. And in the depths, a multicolored hazy aura shrouded it, condensing into a fragment like a star, extremely mysterious.

Looking at the fragments, Chen Ming was stunned.

In the dark, a little induction came.

A chaotic world, countless city-states and kingdoms are fighting, countless heroes wielding swords on the battlefield, and countless totems with thick black qi roaring and devouring living beings. The scene was chaotic, and in the dark, Chen Ming seemed to see many warriors shouting that the god of nature was charging forward to fight the enemy, and behind him, an ancient tree faintly emerged...

"It's... Fate?"

He was startled and hurriedly saw it again, but this time, the scene changed again, which was different from Fang Cai.

At the same time, he sensed a more and more intense world power around him, and sensed a mysterious power condensing towards him.

As the power gradually condensed, a certain inheritance was opened in the godhead, and a glimmer of realization flashed in his heart.

"This is the person of the son of the world..." He looked at the incomparably bright star above his head and muttered to himself.

Above, faint fluctuations continued to spread around, and a little starlight shimmered quietly, as if condensing the essence of the whole world.

This is the person, the authority given by a complete world, representing the bottom of a world. Possession of this person means that he has partial control of the world, and can be called the son of the world, and he is invincible in this world.

Of course, Chen Ming had not yet reached that level of terror at this time, what he possessed was only a fragment of the person of the Son of the Complete World, and his share was not even one-thousandth of the entire world.

However, it is also very rare. This is one of the most precious things in the world, and it is often only conceived when the world is facing great changes.

Sensing this person, Chen Ming gently moved.

Suddenly, a strong natural source force poured into his body, and his aura became more and more stable. Slowly condense from the third level to the third limit.

Then, Chen Ming opened his eyes, and in silence, the stars were still flickering, but because of the source force that had just been transferred, the fluctuations seemed a little weak.

He stood silently, looking south, and behind him, a large tree was waving.

In the south, under the induction of the darkness, a little starlight faintly flickered, confronting it.

It was as if he had seen a vast and splendid palace, in which a huge star twinkled and was filled with an aura of antiquity.

After doing this, Chen Ming looked around, only to see that all around, a faint breath of fresh air continued to spread outward from the body of the big tree, exuding a natural vitality, gradually purifying the demonized earth around him.

Seeing this, Chen Ming raised his head, and then returned in the direction of the tribe.

This time, he did not choose to detach his soul from the body again, but quietly attached to the body and quietly precipitated.

Twenty years later...

In the north, on a rugged path, a large group of people walked on the road, and countless horses pulled the goods behind them. Behind him are countless pedestrians, and occasionally you can find some people who look like refugees.

"Alas, no matter how many times I walked, the road here is still so difficult. Walking under a tree in front of him, a sturdy middle-aged man sighed.

He looked ahead, then at the sky, then ran to the rear, and said to a leader who looked like a leader: "Alec, it's almost time, there is a big tree and a stream ahead, tell our people to go and rest." ”

Suddenly, the leader of the team led the order to convey it, causing the crowd below to cheer.

Behind them, some caravans saw this and also asked people to stop in front of them in order to rest.

This has been a practice for a long time, because of the long time of walking, so the various routes on the road and the places where people can rest are well known. So when they got here, many people decided to stop again in order to regain their strength and continue their journey to the next stop.

After a while, the flow of people dispersed, most of them stayed, and a small number of people continued to walk forward.

Looking at the caravans and pedestrians who did not stop and moved forward directly, a fat merchant in a black linen shirt shook his head and said, "They may not be too anxious, it is already noon, and there are still several hours before the next resting point, why should they be in such a hurry?"

"It's not that they're in a hurry, it's that their goods are in a hurry. Beside him, a thin old man shook his head.

"Cargo?" someone next to him wondered, and then asked, "What cargo needs to be so urgent?"

Seeing this, the old man pointed to the family emblems on some of the people and carriages beside him, and then said, "These are not caravans like us, but people sent by the Kingdom of the Southern City-States to purchase them. ”

Hearing this, some people on the other side were suddenly shocked: "This is, is there another war?"

"Hey, is there a time when you don't fight?" a warrior-like man next to him sneered.

"Last time, a city-state from the south sent a caravan to purchase five hundred pairs of rattan armor here in one go. ”

"Five hundred, these lords are really rich!" everyone couldn't help but exclaim.

"But five hundred pairs of rattan armor, this strength is enough to arm a city-state, how can the church sell it?"

At this time, someone was curious and a little puzzled.

"Yes, I remember that a few years ago, Pope Grama had already decreed that it was not allowed to trade vine armor and the like, and it was usually to be bought, but only one or two pairs were scattered, how could this time make an exception?"

This is the warrior, he is wearing a pair of this kind of rattan armor, and he knows how precious and difficult this kind of rattan armor is, so he feels so confused.

Hearing him ask, the old man on the other side sighed softly, and then said: "This is sold by a large tribe that does not obey the management of the church, and Pope Granma has nothing to do about it. ”

"Isn't there still a branch of the sacred tree, and with the power of the holy relics, it can't subdue a single tribe?"

Hearing him say this, the old man nodded and said, "Yes, if you use holy relics, of course there is no problem. ”

"But both sides are followers of the God of Nature, and it is impossible for the gods to allow His power to be used to suppress His followers. Moreover, the tribe did not recognize the sacred relic as a gift from the gods of nature, but rather a branch that the Pope plucked from the sacred tree while the gods had not yet awakened, so they did not recognize his leadership. ”

"Nonsense, if that's the case, how can the gods allow him to become the Pope. The warrior sneered.

But then the Pope has nothing to do about it. In the absence of the use of force, there is only such a stalemate. Beside him, a man said.

At this time, a young man who seemed to be just an adult looked at the old man curiously and asked, "Uncle, are you familiar with this place, and why do you know so much news?"