"In the final analysis, it is still a lack of strength, and my current strength is not enough to fight against this world. ”

The foundation of the origin world is much stronger than Zuo Meng's dream world.

Not to mention the origin world, even the giant's dream world is stronger than his, time represents the heritage, for Zuo Meng's new dream world, the foundation is seriously insufficient, this is the law of world growth, just like a tree, the longer the time, the bigger the tree, if Zuo Mengken waits, after hundreds of millions of years, the foundation of the dream world can be stronger, but unfortunately now Zuo Meng does not have this opportunity, the world he lives in will soon be assimilated by the giant, and when the time comes, he will not be able to snatch control of the world, and he will not be able to distort the cognition of the giant, after the giant creator wakes up, he will not be able to live and die by himself。

So he must quickly increase his strength, for the world, in addition to the regular accumulation of time, the only way to grow rapidly is to plunder, plunder other worlds, just like the sun never sets in the Age of Discovery, the land of projectiles has robbed itself of the world's top power, and the essence of the world is the same, plundering can accelerate growth.

"If you are a god, you can do it with a rule simulation, but what is needed is the rules of this world, I can choose a relatively simple rule first, and then use my own rules to pry it and simulate him. ”

Zuo Meng's pupils slowly turned silvery-white, and a pale white regular chain was pulled out by him and wrapped around his body.

The so-called gods, in the eyes of the Creator, are nothing more than a group of workers who help them take care of the world, and in the same way, the world will give them the corresponding power. Zuo Meng is the creator, and he can see through the essence of the rules at a glance, but if it is an ordinary being, he will not have this kind of cognition, because in the eyes of ordinary beings, the rules are understood step by step, and they take the initiative to 'refine' into their own bodies, and if they master a complete rule, the cultivator will obtain the corresponding world authority, and the gods will call this permission 'godhead', and the immortal cultivator will call this process 'Hedao'.

Zuo Meng naturally wouldn't do this, he wouldn't work for the origin world, what he needed was control, so he used another method, to get a fake god identity, just like pretending to be a police officer from another country, and this impersonation letter was still the seal of the supreme head.

"First of all, pry. ”

Zuo Meng started his first attempt......

Day 2 and Day 3..... Until the tenth day.

Bai Song, who had finished compressing the biscuits, was hungry with his chest pressed against his back, and the fear of death overshadowed the fear of the demon way, and he knocked on the door and interrupted Zuo Meng's enlightenment.

A knock on the door?

By the way, there seems to be someone out there!

Zuo Meng came back to his senses, and then remembered that there was someone outside. If Bai Song knew Zuo Meng's thoughts, he would definitely cry bitterly, such a big person, forget it, how inappropriate it is, ants will not be so unpresenceless, are the big people so willful?

"Go down the mountain and buy food by yourself, and give you half a day off. ”

Zuo Meng didn't even open the door, he threw out a sentence lightly, and continued to go to his enlightenment, there are control methods, he is not afraid of Bai Song running away.

Bai Song, who was standing at the door, only felt that his whole body was light, and all the restraints were gone.

Half-day off?

Can you go down the mountain?

Bai Song was already a little skeptical, but driven by hunger, he still turned around and walked down the mountain. Step by step to the foot of the mountain, when he was about to step out of the entrance of the path at the foot of the mountain, he stopped again, tried back and forth several times, and finally gritted his teeth and stretched out a leg to slowly probe over.

It's okay?

Only then did Bai Song believe that the demon Dao had really given himself a holiday.

He was so excited that he immediately wanted to run away and escape to the church, where the Lord's protection would definitely help him get rid of the control of the demon path. Leaving the control of the demon dao, Bai Song felt that his faith was back, and at the same time felt guilty for his previous blasphemy, feeling that the demon dao must have bewitched him, otherwise with his own firm faith, how could he be shaken?

As soon as the thoughts came together, before he could act, the pain like an appendage struck again.

"Ahh

This time the severe pain exceeded the previous limit, Bai Song was held up for a second and knelt on the spot, and the whole person rolled on the ground without any image, and kept grasping the ground with both hands.

"Spare your life, the immortal chief spare your life. ”

Just begging for mercy, as if it was useless at all, thinking of his previous actions on the mountain, as if cursing the gods could get the forgiveness of the Taoist master, so, Bai Song, who was 'firm in faith', gritted his teeth and lost his faith again.

"Fuck the false gods. ”

"I want to cultivate immortals!!"

"The false god gave birth to a son, but there is no xx!"

At first, there was some trembling and trembling when the scolding came out, but after the scolding came out, I didn't care about it anymore. Abandoning faith is such a thing, there will be a second time if there is a first time, and in order to make his position clear, Bai Song scolded all the vicious words he could think of, and sent to greet his ancestors for eighteen generations, as if he had a grudge against the gods.

Scolding and scolding, the pain in his body slowly subsided, and his body regained control again.

"Sure enough, cursing the gods can get the forgiveness of the Dao Master, but it's just ......"

"I just looked like I was cursing the gods outside!!"

The recovered white pine leaned against the stone at the foot of the mountain, and the whole person was lost, thinking of what he had just done, he couldn't help but shiver.

Blasphemy!

Thinking of this, Bai Song suddenly felt that the future was bleak, just now he cursed the gods outside, this is already 100% blasphemy, before in the territory of the demon road, the gods may not be able to check it, but the actions just now, the gods must have seen it.

If you offend the gods, or all the gods, you will not end well anywhere except this mountain in the future. Those fanatical cultists certainly don't mind killing him to please the gods. For example, the group of madmen who are 'evil', even if they are guardians, they will probably burn him as a heretic, don't look at the civilization of the outside world is so developed, in the field of faith, it has always been barbaric, and any blasphemous person will not end well, and being burned at the stake is already considered a pleasure.

"It's Shaman Yi!!"

A voice came, pulling the white pine back from its gray state.

As if he was calling me.

Yi Chong is the real name of Bai Song before Bai Song entered the mountain, but later because of the fear of the demon road, Bai Song has abandoned his original name, and there is nothing that cannot be abandoned in order to survive. Now he himself feels that his name is Bai Song, coupled with his behavior just now, Bai Song has decided to go one way to the dark, in addition to the demon road in this world, it is estimated that there is no place for him to melt, after understanding this, Bai Song immediately clarified his thoughts and understood what attitude he should have.

Standing in line is to stand clearly, and the grass on the wall has no good end!

"From now on, I will be Uncle Bai Song!"