Create?

Wu Chong glanced at the jars, and had a clearer understanding of the two guys, the Sea Keeper and the Miserable Daoist. These two guys are hidden-level antiques, one is a puppet, and the other is a life in the sea.

It's a blast player.

It's no wonder that he opened and closed his mouth to talk about the rules before, and most of the worlds on both sides of the relationship were built by their 'investment'.

Walking down the corridor to the inside, Wu Chong kept scanning the big jars around him with his divine sense.

In the jar there were shrimp soldiers and crab generals he had seen in the sea before, as well as some unformed limbs, and even more inside, Wu Chong also saw creatures like dragon girls and green-skinned turtles, but these guys only had bodies, and there were no soul fluctuations.

When he looked over, the life forms inside the jar would also open their eyes and look at him curiously.

This strange feeling, like an unformed germ, is not a complete life, but it already has some simple instincts.

After walking a few more steps, Wu Conflict suddenly saw a familiar face. He walked over to the jar and stopped.

The liquid inside this jar is darker than the others, and only a rough outline can be seen through the pitch-black liquid. But with Wu Chong's divine sense, he could naturally see at a glance that what was soaked in the jar was the tragic Taoist who had crossed paths with him on the battlefield before.

This old guy is plotting the breath of the Sea Keeper, and likewise, the Sea Keeper is plotting for his power.

The two are half a catty and eight taels.

It's just that the miserable Taoist was lucky and saved his life. The keeper of the sea area was pinched to death by Wu Chong, and the inheritance was inherited by Wu Chong.

"What are you doing?"

The dark monster over there, which had already finished feeling sad, flew over curiously and circled the jar, not understanding why Wu Chong stopped here. He didn't know the Sea Keeper, for him, the Sea Keeper was just a rising star, and the first Sea Keeper had long since gone to the seventh layer of the Mirage.

Five thousand years, so much has changed.

"This jar is full of mirage pollution after refining, and it is even more poisonous than the jar that soaked me in the first place."

Wu Chong ignored the pitch-black monster, he stretched out his right hand and stuck it on the top of the jar.

The cold jar couldn't stop him, his palm still stayed on the surface of the jar, but a translucent illusory palm also appeared inside the jar. After the palm of this hand entered the black liquid, it went straight to the door of the 'Sorrowful Daoist's head.

Bang!

The 'Miserable Daoist', who was still in a standby state, suddenly opened his eyes.

His hands lifted up at once, and he grabbed the illusory arm fiercely. The disembodied illusory palm was really caught by him. The next moment, the 'Miserable Daoist' opened his mouth violently and bit down on the illusory palm that he had grasped.

Syllable!!

There was a crisp sound, and the teeth jumped out as if they were biting on steel.

In the blink of an eye, the palm that was grabbed seemed to come to life, and in the dull eyes of the black monster, the palm twisted and changed little by little, and the positions of the five fingers and arms continued to grow outward, and finally directly turned into a delusional monster full of tentacles. Countless dense tentacles wrapped the 'Sorrowful Daoist' in a counter-encirclement manner.

A large number of suction cups emerged from above the tentacles and began to devour in reverse.

Pollutants and poisons poured into the tentacles, and strangely enough, the thing made a pleasant sound.

The enveloped 'Sorrowful Daoist' struggled frantically. He was a substitute for the copy of the Sea Guardian, and he must have absorbed the power of the Miserable Daoist himself, and now that he had completely exploded, there was a sign that he couldn't suppress it.

Fortunately, the jar had precautions, and the surface immediately lit up with dense immortal characters, not only that, but more black liquid was stimulated from the tube next to it, which poured into the jar and began to suppress the crazy 'Miserable Daoist'.

After a few moments, the sorrowful Taoist's struggle stopped.

The 'Sorrowful Daoist' copied from the jar was gone, leaving only a twisted and hideous monster. This monster swam happily in the jar, and the black liquid that was regarded as highly poisonous by countless Xianfu monks and feared even by mirage monsters was like a nutrient solution in the monster's mouth, and he drank it in large gulps.

During this time, he also danced happily.

"It tastes good, it's just a little less."

Feeling the delusional monster growing inside, Wu Chong's eyes showed a little regret.

The pitch-black monster next to him didn't dare to speak.

Even the copy of the 'Miserable Daoist' has been gnawed, and eating a waste of him that has been sealed for thousands of years is not as easy as gnawing on a chicken leg? He had a feeling that what was eaten by those monsters would never come back to life again, because their 'existence' was also eaten. Disappear completely! After thinking about this, he made a swallowing motion, glanced at the monster in the jar, and then at Wu Chong's right hand.

Quietly took a step to the side.

He remembered that the monster inside the jar had come out of his right hand.

Wu Chong ignored the small movements of the pitch-black monster, he found some valuable 'nutrients' in the remaining jars, put all the delusional monsters in his hands into them, and added a big meal.

He didn't turn around until he had eaten almost all the valuable clones inside.

The pitch-black monster silently followed, as obedient as a tame little milk dog.

"I remember you told me that you know the message of the eternal road."

Wu Chong, who was walking in front, asked without looking back.

"I'm not good at it, Meat Firewood!"

As soon as he heard Wu Chong's voice, the pitch-black monster knelt down directly, and the person was trembling inside, where was the arrogance when he fooled Wu Chong before.

"What a mess."

The big boss impatiently gave him a kick.

After being kicked, the pitch-black monster quickly came back to his senses and knew that the big guy didn't want to eat him, so he immediately got up happily and replied with a licking face.

"I'm bragging......"

"Huh?"

Wu Chong paused.

"It's not all bragging, as the first nine thousand years old of the Mirage, I once went to the seventh layer of the Mirage." The pitch-black monster was excited, and immediately told everything he knew.

The division of the Immortal Mansion and the Mirage did not exist from the beginning.

The time when the Immortal Mansion was born was more than 6,000 years old, and before that, there was only one place in this world, and that was the mirage.

At that time, the lower world was only a mirage.

After the birth of Xianfu, the two sides began to consciously divide, but this division was not completed. According to the description of the pitch-black monster, from the seventh layer of the world, the immortal mansion and the mirage are not separated. In other words, the seventh layer of the Mirage and the seventh layer of the Immortal Mansion are actually one place.

"What does this have to do with what you say about eternity?"

"Yes!"

The pitch-black monster stopped suddenly.

He remembered the power that gave him spirituality when he was first born.

It still didn't know what that power was, not only him, no one knew the source of that power, whether it was Mirage or Immortal Mansion.

They only knew that that power had existed since the beginning of eternity, and that those who stood at the top had been chasing it, and that this group of people had given this force a name, called the Primordial Will.

"When I was in the seventh layer of the mirage, I once met an ancient man who said that the path of eternity in the world is the same, and as long as you can assimilate yourself with the beginning, you will attain true eternity."