This word is as big as a planet.

Although he had never seen it before, he clearly knew that it was a 'sacrifice'.

The major affairs of the country are only sacrificed.

A sacrifice to the heavens, a sacrifice to the heavens!

Zhou Sheng's consciousness came to the inside of the clay tablet, and he felt that this clay tablet was called the Destiny Tablet, which was the hometown he came from, and it was his most loyal and warmest thing.

The clay tablet turned into a cloud of earthy yellow light, melting his whole body into a ball of mud!

A giant ball of mud as big as a star egg suddenly jumped into the void and entered the dark realm, setting off an endless storm and absorbing countless dark breaths into the mud giant mass.

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What a force this absorption is!

Even when he opened up the realm, he didn't have such a big suction, and the two sides were not comparable at all. Like a dragon and an ant.

Earthy yellow, heavy!

This is the mud of the ancestors, the mud that bathes the blood of the ancestors, and the mud that gives birth to billions of living beings.

Without mud, there can be no crops. Without soil, there can be no life.

The earthy yellow mud mass grew larger and larger, and Zuihou grew into a behemoth. With a diameter of 1,000 light years, it is much larger than even a lighthouse.

Thundered~~

The aura of the Dark Realm was infused, and a faint ruby glow was wrapped in the mud.

In the back, there was a constant gaze fixed on the mud.

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Zhou Sheng's consciousness was immersed in sleep, as if he saw the endless distance, the first life was born in ignorance, entering the darkness Shijie, wanting to see Shijie's face clearly. So they chose Evolutionary Eye.

The leader of this group. It was an old man with a shepherd's staff. His eyes were full of wisdom, and each eye had seventy-two black pupils.

The old man dragged a clay tablet of fate in his hand, as if he was using it to find his way.

One by one, the clansmen went to the dark distance, leaving only a faint sigh: "Time is running out......"

After that, this sentence kept roaring in Zhou Sheng's ears. At first, it was still the sound of mosquitoes, but as time passed, the sound became higher and higher, and it became a loud rumbling sound in zuihou.

The eardrum hurts. Be firmly engraved in your mind.

"Time is running out......"

"Time is running out......"

This sentence seems to have become a curse.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Sheng yelled, trying to grab something, but his hands were empty.

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With a slight tear of both hands, a crack was torn open in the fetal membranes of the earthy yellow ball on the outside.

A life with a height of one hundred light-years and seventy-two eyes in each eye opens its eyes, a perfect face, a life without blemish.

This is the face of the real Hitomi people!

Absorbing the ancestral blood on the clay tablet, he truly became a member of the Hitomi clan, even if it was a distant era. Those pupil people are not as good as his blood.

Because of his blood. Derived from the sacrificial artifacts of the clan.

This fateful clay tablet is the sacrificial instrument of the clan! Similarly, this is also the ninth-order artifact in the idealized state of the legend!!

The ninth-order artifact, even a dominant-level person, can't have it, because it's beyond imagination, and you can't think about its mystery in your mind at all.

It's also called the perfect artifact!

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In the mind, the mind continuously absorbs the nutrients in the word 'sacrifice', and then grows.

20 million thinking amplitude, 30 million thinking amplitude, 40 million thinking amplitude......

Thundered~~

Unrealistic growth, in the future, even he himself has not calculated, the growth rate is too fast and too fast, and he can't keep up with the speed at all.

When it reached a full 80 million thinking range, the nutrients in this word were exhausted, turned into a puff of ashes, and Zhou Sheng's range increased by 10 million.

Tough, unbeatably tough.

He felt that compared with Goethe and others, there was not much gap!

"Oh my God, this thing is crazy! I guess as long as I absorb all the mud, I will even sing all the way to the realm of domination......"

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It's so unreal that Zhou Sheng himself is terrified.

He looked at his body, and now his mind and body were completely one. He also finally understood that the body of the Hitomi clan is also very important.

The reason why the current two camps only attach importance to thinking and think that thinking is everything is because of the deliberate guidance of the part of the Hitomi clan that has evolved into these two camps.

The people who stayed behind to evolve thousands of ethnic groups were the old and weak women and children abandoned by the Hitomi clan, and they did not have enough Liliang to keep up with the large army and step into the depths of darkness. Stay here and have a good life.

However, for the sake of the pride of the Hitomi clan, they will weaken their bloodlines from generation to generation, just because they are outcasts, and there is no need to let the glory of the clan shine on the newly evolved race.

The hope of the Hitomi clan has entered the depths of darkness!

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And this clay tablet may be the highest sacrificial instrument of the Hitomi Clan, an existence with the beliefs of thousands of Hitomi Clans, it is refined with the ancient secret art of the Hitomi Clan, and it is soaked with a drop of the purest blood of the Hitomi Clan.

Idealized artifact, perfect artifact!

It is also an ancient mystical legend.

"Where did the Hitomi clan go, what did they encounter, will this perfect artifact of weishenme be shattered, what can cause such a big liliang, is that a life that may exist in the space-time dimension, is there something in the depths of the dark realm. That...... What does it mean that time is running out, what time, what is running out......"

Zhou Sheng has too many questions to answer.

The more enlightened you are, the more doubts you have, so there is no end to your cultivation.

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He would always go to the depths of the darkness to see, to retrace the journey of the mysterious ancient race.

In his mind, there was also an unanswerable question: Will the Hitomi clan of Weishenme be so powerful in rags?

He had just seen a picture of that distant era, and the group of Hitomi people were in rags.

Most of them were old and weak women and children, unable to keep up with the pace, and groups of clansmen were cruelly abandoned. Then move on. Only the strongest people. to stagger to the front.

Can't keep up. can only be abandoned.

Where did the ancestral land of these Hitomi people come from?

It's certainly not the area that the two camps are currently exploring. Because even all the lives of the two camps are just the descendants of some of the old and weak women and children of the Hitomi clan, and they are the low-level creatures that crawl out of their corpses......

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An answer gradually came flooding my mind, even though it was unbelievable.

These Hitomi people are a group of refugees, they are on a long migration! And this is just one stop on their way. Some of the clansmen who couldn't keep up with the pace were abandoned here, and two camps were bred!

And here in front and behind, on this migration road. There must have been many more people who had been abandoned......

It's hard to imagine that this is a miserable migration route!

Although this answer is very unreasonable, Zhou Sheng feels that this is the closest answer to the truth, and he is revealing the most fundamental meaning of life step by step.

Or, when he uncovers everything and realizes everything, it's all just a joke......

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"Hitomi people, what are you migrating for, and where are you from? Where do you want to go?"

Zhou Sheng muttered.

At this moment, he really saw a glimmer of his fate. A hint of who you really are.

He belongs to the Hitomi clan, and he is the spirit born from the sacrificial instrument of the Hitomi clan, guiding the Hitomi clan forward.

His spirit was born by accident, because the perfect artifact shattered, so the spirit was born on the fragment.

A complete artifact of perfection, just because it's too perfect, it's not perfect. Beyond all imagination, beyond the mystery of the dimension of time and space, it cannot give birth to spirits.

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"When I reach the half-step master, I will follow your path, believing that you are still ahead, continuing this migration path that I don't know how many years will take me. I'm not going to be left behind, I'm going to catch up......"

Zhou Sheng closed his eyes and drifted in the darkness.

At this moment, his eyes have been opened. Knowing that the Weishenme Juggernaut and the others, as well as the half-step Juggernaut level of the Void Heaven, will enter the depths of darkness, it turns out that they are all following the steps of the Hitomi Clan.

They all want to chase after the mysterious legends that they don't know if they exist or don't exist......

"Soon, soon, this great era is coming......"

Zhou Sheng's body no longer knows what it is, it is definitely not flesh and blood!

With a gentle pinch, the Boundary Barbarian Mountain shattered, and the boundary crystals inside turned into a cloud of air, absorbing into this great body.

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He's really back to his original self.

The fingers gently pinched the gecko, and the blood gecko felt the crisis and struggled hard. This artifact belongs to the Void Heaven, but Zhou Sheng is truly fatherless and motherless, born from nothingness, and the body is a perfect artifact, and it is detached from it.

Now he is so great, even if he is a half-step master, he does not have this personality to be his parents.

"Do not be afraid, you come into my body, and I give you true life. There is still a lack of the lord of the court of heaven and the lord of the house of the earth in my world. You two are also quite meritorious, so I will reward you two places......"

The gecko realm and the realm of the barbarian mountain are one, and the realm in his body is gradually perfected. As for how big it will grow, it is no longer a question for him to think about.

Zhou Sheng is a perfect instrument! If he wants to make himself a perfect instrument, he must constantly absorb these instruments. The dominant-level utensils are just his food......

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He is already in a state between living beings and non-living beings!

He is the noblest existence of the heavens!

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PS: him, why is it paralyzed at a certain point, but it can't be registered. Hey, pour water, no one will watch it anyway, Xiaobaiwen is Xiaobaiwen, no passion and no motivation, you can only talk nonsense. In other words, I've watched nearly 600 episodes of Conan, so why can't I think of a murder method suitable for the real Shijie.

There are shijie-level mystery novelists in Japan, and we also have street writers, so you might as well let it go. I have a roommate, who always scolds people in his sleep at night, and has a loud voice, and I am very afraid that he has a psychological problem, whether he will get up and sleepwalk and stab people, and prepare early......

Give some motivation, motivation can make me happy codeword, and I can create works that I like.

This chapter is written with a super feeling. Zhou Sheng's origin was finally written, and he also let go of a heart. (To be continued......)