After being speechless for a long time, Ye Ling found that there was no change, suddenly, Ye Ling always felt that something was wrong, and couldn't help but look down, and suddenly looked frightened.

"I'll pry, little brother of Lao Tzu!" Looking at the empty place, Ye Ling cried.

However, before Ye Ling could think too much, a powerful thought suddenly invaded his mind.

"Again!" This feeling is familiar to Ye Ling, and what he meows is to take away, what kind of trouble is this world going to make, Ye Ling was speechless for a while.

That thought ran rampant in Ye Ling's mind.

Just when Ye Ling felt that he was going to be finished this time, this idea was stronger than Hai Ruiming before, and he didn't know how many grades.

Suddenly, there was a terrible scream in my head, followed by a word of annoyance and horror.

"Why is your soul so powerful, why is it not bound by the laws of heaven and earth, I am unwilling, I am so unwilling", the voice became more and more subtle until it was eliminated.

Ye Ling only felt that his mind was like paste, wasting his time in this chaos.

Time flies, like a white horse passing through a gap, Ye Ling's consciousness wakes up slowly, looking at the white expanse around him, and a bitter smile appears on the corner of his mouth.

"The God of Creation is really unlucky."

Ye Ling combed through the thoughts in his mind, the thought that wanted to devour him came from an extremely powerful god, Ye Ling knew that this world was a world ruled by gods before the martial arts era, eight gods enslaved the world, and the sky was all ants.

But this god of creation is not among the eight gods, Ye Ling doesn't even know whether this god is a false god or a true god, this backlash, Ye Ling didn't get the memory of that consciousness, only knew that this was a god, and didn't know anything else.

All this is so strange, Ye Ling is also very glad that he is not a citizen of this world, otherwise with the strength of that thought, I am afraid that he would have died a long time ago.

Thinking about it, Ye Ling felt funny, this god who was not afraid of being the most aggrieved in history obviously had the invincible power in the world, but in the end he capsized in the gutter.

Thinking of this, Ye Ling was speechless, he knew that others couldn't devour him, and he didn't need to blow himself up with Hai Ruiming before, and the pain of soul explosion was still quite uncomfortable.

But how can there be so many early knows, scanning the surroundings, the gray covers everything, here is like the beginning of chaos, can stop only a hundred meters, in the outside is countless thunderbolts raging.

"Create~!" Ye Ling looked at his hands, and he could clearly feel that there was a huge amount of energy in his body.

"Now I should be a god in the mouth of the world" Thinking of this, the corners of Ye Ling's mouth couldn't help but hook, the golden finger can be late, but it will not be absent.

Suddenly, Ye Ling thought of those infinitely crooked novels in the present world, the protagonist only opened the golden finger after cultivating for 10,000 years, and he was too cool, and he was invincible at the beginning.

"How can you be a god without your own temple?"

As Ye Ling's thoughts moved, he only heard that the original chaotic world, a magnificent and tall palace rose from the ground, and Ye Ling, who was below the palace, only felt like a small ant.

Pacing in, sweeping around: "It's a little empty"

Ye Ling imagined the palace hall in the world, and as Ye Ling's thoughts turned, the palace also began to change, only to see that directly above, a chair with golden light carved dragons and phoenixes appeared.

"Well, that's right," Ye Ling jumped up and sat on the chair.

"Yo! This feels really good" Ye Ling only felt that the majestic aura in his heart, above the sky, I am a god: "Zhong Aiqing is flat"

When I closed my eyes, my ears seemed to echo with a message: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

"Hey, the gods of other people's families are thousands of believers, and there are many gods, so I am the only one who is alone" Ye Ling has already taken on the role of the god of creation.

"It seems that this god of creation is a pseudo-god, it is better to develop quietly, and the grand cause is not in a hurry" Thinking like this, Ye Ling's heart also stretched a lot, turned around and paced.

"It's a little monotonous" turned his head to look at the empty hall, the style is quite magnificent, and he always feels that something is missing.

Ye Ling touched his chin and thought.

"Got it"

Raising his hand and tapping it, a plaque appeared behind the originally empty chair, with four types on it—the mirror hanging.

Walking outside the main hall, he raised his hand and tapped it, and the three big characters of Lingxiao Hall hung high, not only that, but also exuded dazzling light.

"Well, that's right."

Savoring his masterpiece, Ye Ling tried to expand the range of activities around him, but he helplessly found that he couldn't enter those thunderbolt areas.

"It's time to get out"

With the light movement of his thoughts, Ye Ling watched the palace in front of him break little by little like foam, and suddenly, the darkness in front of him lost its brilliance.

"Whoa, whoa!" Suddenly there was the sound of waves in my ears.

Ye Ling opened his eyes suddenly, only to see that his entire body was soaked in the seawater, without a single wisp on his body, looking at the boundless sea, Ye Ling's whole person was messy.

"I'm meowing, where is the island, where is his meow's island?"

Looking at the empty surroundings, Ye Ling knew that he was playing with eggs, and he didn't know where he was at all.

"Die, you have lived enough, the gods are not right, die, this world is too cruel to me" Saying that, Ye Ling took a trip back, letting the waves hit his body and drifting with the waves.

Suddenly, Ye Ling only felt that something had pierced his ass.

Before he could come back to his senses, a huge blade lifted it up.

"What, what do you mean" Ye Lingguang sat on the blade, his face full of surprise and puzzlement.

"Poof!" On the surface of the water, a small flower bone popped up and jumped on the leaves, and its lower body was a small rattan, close to Ye Ling affectionately.

"Ye Xiaorui" Ye Ling's face was full of joy, and it turned out to be a xenomorph man-eating flower that he had cultivated single-handedly.

After hearing Ye Ling's words, Hua Guduo became even more excited, bouncing on the leaves.

"You're still alive" Looking at the happy flower bones like a child, Ye Ling had mixed feelings in his heart: "It's good to be alive."

Ye Ling couldn't help but sigh, don't look at these xenomorphs who are murderous and bloodthirsty, compared to people, they are too simple, and they have no people's cunning.

"The big dye vat of human nature is too complicated, I still don't go, be an idle savage and stop birds" Think about the innocent Zhu Xiaozhen, a small mountain village that has no quarrel with the world, and in the end it will not die well.

Of course, all this is blamed on Hai Ruiming, but even if there is no Hai Ruiming, there will still be another Ming Naming, after all, it is a troubled time.

Ye Ling just lay on the leaves, drifting with the waves, he didn't know where he was going to drift, maybe he would drift endlessly on the sea until he died.