The Solar God, or the Solar Demon Ruerdor, is an outlier among demons. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he envies the prosperity of other planes, likes to be believed by thousands of people like gods, but he admires blood and evil like ordinary demons.

Wren had met this guy earlier when he was in the Divine Glory World. Now, I didn't expect to be at the other party's temple again. It seems that there is some connection between Rurdor and the one-eyed god.

As soon as Wren entered the temple, he felt that prying gaze. This kind of gaze is extremely faint, even if the Beast Emperor Sembada comes over, he may not be able to detect it.

Wren followed his gaze and saw the huge statue. The statue of the god is plated with a layer of golden light, and its face is majestic, giving people a kind of intimidation overlooking the world.

"When you see this god, don't you kneel?" Under Wren's gaze, the idol suddenly spoke, and the voice rolled like thunder, spreading out.

When the eight wizards who were following Wren heard this, their faces turned in unison, and then they fell to their knees. Wren also felt a powerful spiritual force attack, like a big mountain, about to crush him.

This kind of power can easily deter ninth-order wizards, but for Wren, it is still weaker after all.

He smiled coldly and stretched out his hand toward the idol.

Rumble!

A palm made of the laws of the earth formed in the air, and it grabbed at the idol fiercely, and it was torn apart in an instant!

In the shattered idol, a shadow that was invisible to the naked eye disappeared into the distance at a rapid speed.

Wren didn't immediately grab the shadow, but his body soared into the air, chasing after the shadow at incredible speed.

In the temple, the wizards who were originally kneeling on the ground dodged the falling statue fragments in confusion, and looked at Wren floating away with shocked expressions.

Under their gaze, Wren's speed was extremely fast, and a white light swept through the air, disappearing from view in the blink of an eye.

Of course, Wren didn't use all his strength at this moment. As for the shadow, he could clearly feel that it was not a fragment of Ruerdor's mind, but more like a complete projection, and it appeared for a very short time.

Projection of the demon Ruhrdor—this was not possible before. Wren knows the rules of this world, and no demon god can come in its entirety. But now, there is a projection of Ruerdor, which cannot but make Wren suspicious.

Wren followed Ruerdor's projection and soon entered a lush jungle.

The trees are luxuriant and towering to the sky.

Full, Wren felt something familiar. These breaths were chaotic and evil, mixed with another familiar spiritual fluctuation. Wren's expression became strange.

He originally wanted to chase Rurdor and find the other party's lair, but now it seems that he has miscalculated.

Ruerdor, who was running for his life, suddenly stopped, and the illusory shadow gradually solidified, revealing his face.

He looked at Wren from afar, with a mockery on the corner of his mouth: "Boy, you are too arrogant!"

Wren looked at him with a smile: "We meet again." ”

Ruerduo's face first showed a trace of doubt, and then he shook his head: "It's just an ant, I think I will be invincible if I destroy my idol, hum, if I don't fall in love with this body of yours, why would I waste so much time." ”

A greedy look erupted in his eyes, he waved his hand to the back, and said in a loud voice: "Come out, I found a good body today!"

His voice has a strange penetrating power that goes straight into the human soul.

Wren stood in mid-air with his chest crossed, looking at Ruerdor's confident figure from afar, vaguely guessing the other party's intentions.

But......

After waiting for several seconds and not being able to see his companion appear, Rurdor looked hesitant.

He turned his head and saw a figure that was also floating there. The man was wrapped in a black robe, and his exposed body was extremely hideous, and his two secluded pupils were like ghostly fire.

"Lich, how can there be a lich!" Rurdor changed color in shock.

Whether it is a demon or a god, they can bring projections to another world, and of course, these depend on the rules of this other world. Their projections have the power of the ontological part, and belong to a kind of existence that is different from the soul or the body. For them, it is not the native otherworldly beings who fear the most, but the lich.

For the Lich, this kind of existence, which lies somewhere between the unreal and the real, is their best delicacy.

When he felt the terrifying energy fluctuations in Giruram's body, Ruerdor's face turned green. At this time, he had realized that his allies, including the evil god clone who had special abilities that allowed them to ignore the rules of the world and descend on this world, had already entered the belly of this great lich.

"Teacher. Wren bowed to Girurum from afar.

This scene made Ruerdor's scalp tingle even more, and he looked at Wren in horror, secretly wondering if the other party was a lich in human skin.

Things didn't turn around, and in Ruerdor's desperate screams, he was crumpled up by Girouram and stuffed into his mouth.

There was no blood, no terrifying chewing sounds, but it was this seemingly bland scene that Wren couldn't help but swallow.

Girouram glanced at Wren and threw an object at him: "Maybe you'll be interested in this thing." ”

Wren took it and found that it was a kernel, but the kernel had lost energy.

Turning the kernel in his hand, he suddenly thought and raised his head.

Girurum looked at him lightly, but unfortunately the hideous appearance of the other party made this ordinary gaze also permeate and gloomy.

Wren reached out, and a pale green branch grew from his palm, wrapping the pits together.

In an instant, a series of chaotic memories poured into Wren's mind, but fortunately, his soul was strong enough not to be overwhelmed by this huge energy.

After most of the moment, Wren let go of his hand, and the powder made from the kernel was scattered in the air. He exhaled softly, only to see that Girouram was still staring at him.

"You already knew?" Wren asked.

Giruram nodded, was silent, and said, "The existence of those powerful forces on the wizarding continent is for this, and you will understand it later." ”

Wren smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Some things are predestined. Girouram sighed faintly.

Wren didn't seem to understand, he narrowed his eyes slightly, lost in thought.

That kernel is not really a kernel, or it can be called the core of the world.

Every plane, every world, has its core, which contains the most intense power of the law, therefore, it is an extremely precious treasure for any cultivator. However, if the core of the world is removed, the world will quickly wither until it disappears completely.

The power of the law in the abandoned world core that Wren obtained has been absorbed, but the memories in it can be extracted through the witch tree. Through that memory, Wren saw a group of evil gods colluding with demons to extract the core of this crystal nucleus plane, causing that plane to collapse. These people have a collective name called "saboteurs". They are the public enemies of all planes. At the same time, he also saw some wizards who existed as "guardians", but these wizards were not strong enough, and instead of stopping them, they fell into death themselves.

"I see. Rennes understood that Girourum had told him all this because his strength had been recognized by some people and he had the qualifications to know all this. (To be continued.) )