The nascent primordial life, compared to those powerful rules that are high up and very high-end when it comes to it, are weak and fragile.

But it is this weak, nascent life that determines the birth and belonging of the high rules.

It's kind of ridiculous to say.

But if you think about it carefully, there are too many truths in this world, why not?

This led to a conjecture by Feng Linwan.

Between people and people, people and rules, rules and rules, can not be simply distinguished by the word 'strong and weak', it is too simple and crude, it is like what kind of woman you can sleep with as much as you spend.

While this principle works most of the time, it's not absolutely universal.

Under the provisions and constraints of the Ten Covenants, the native species cannot practice the exercises that have been practiced by their predecessors, that is... There are no two transcendent paths that absolutely overlap and are the same.

This is to ensure the vigorous enterprising spirit and diversity of the entire galaxy civilization, and of course, it is also to find real talents in the vast galaxy.

And the library of the Galaxy Military Academy is cut off from reality, located in a place that cannot be said to exist.

Everything that is remembered in the library will be forgotten and lost in the library.

These were meant to be for the sake of the whole wide range of 'good'.

But for some excellent individuals, this is another kind of 'bondage'.

There is no such thing as a complete absolute.

Even nothingness can evolve into existence, and then change the world, so how can some rigid rules simply create good things?

Just like Feng Linwan, he is not a person who is willing to be bound.

"The Ten Covenants limit me as a native species. And the memories imprisoned in the library also belong to me. What if, in some form, I'm no longer me? I'm just someone else's dream, I'm illusory, and the person who dreams of me is real. "The spirit butterfly of Feng Lin Wan is a product that comes from absolute materialism and transcends ordinary idealism.

So it was able to avoid the malice left by a ninth-level boss in the first place.

Now he can directly jump out of Dean Wang Aiguo's Taixu Shenshuo, and connect Feng Linwan with another person in another world without any cause and effect.

A soldier on the battlefield, originally wielding a butcher's knife, was about to cut off the head of the captive at his feet.

The next moment he froze.

No one saw it, and the butterfly stopped at the center of his brow, and then imprinted into his sea of consciousness.

When I am sober again, 'I' is no longer 'me', but it's not 'him' either.

The soldier looked at the knife in his hand, and then at his feet, the captive, who looked like he was just a teenager, stepped on the opponent's arm with one foot, and then crushed the opponent's hand bones in the other's painful crying.

"You are crippled, you can no longer hold a sword, go back to your tribe! herd sheep for others, live until you grow up, if we meet again on the battlefield, then... I'm going to cut off your head. The soldier muttered to the young captive.

He has the indifference and cruelty of desert people, and he also has the bottom line and wisdom that Feng Linwan insisted on.

He is not the original soldier, and certainly not the absolute Feng Lin Wan.

He is just a consciousness where dreams and dreams meet.

Just like the self we often dream about in our dreams, it is not ourselves.

"All the memories, I remember. ”

Looking around, on the battlefield, the blood was thick, and the burning fire ignited the desert sky.

The cold north wind whipped this barren land.

All the people who live here must be a man-eating demon.

Because those who are weak like lambs cannot grow up at all.

The soldier raised his sword in his hand and chanted a mysterious incantation in his mouth.

As his voice grew louder and louder, a large amount of evil qi and dead qi began to accumulate towards him.

Gradually, the shape of the soldier's body changed in an instant.

He became taller, covered with a layer of blood-colored Yin armor, and the sword in his hand became more slender and sharp, as if he had been born to kill.

The powerful momentum shocked the entire battlefield.

When his knife is swung, any opponent who stands in his way will be torn in two.

Gather the Demon Body!

Originating from a world that was invaded by strange spirits and nearly destroyed.

It's a pathetic power, and it's a cursed power.

Through spells, the warrior absorbs the residual energy of the dead soldiers and strange ghosts on the battlefield, and turns it into blades and armor to gain great power, but at the same time, he is attacked by the demonic will, and constantly hovers on the edge of the demon, until one day, he becomes a demon soldier wearing demon armor, and can never turn back.

This power is evil and powerful enough, and most importantly, it takes effect quickly.

"Hey, come back to your senses, what are you thinking?" Feng Linwan was slapped on the shoulder.

The spirit butterfly was shattered, and Feng Lin woke up from the 'dream'.

The once clear memory, like a forgotten dream when you wake up, is getting farther and farther away, and finally only a faint trace remains.

Feng Linwan looked at Fei Beiming beside him, and smiled slightly: "It's nothing, I'm still indulging in shock, it's hard to hold myself!"

Fei Beiming said: "Haha! I knew it was like this, so... Do you want seeds?"

"The huge surrounding resources of 12 million T, you can almost completely review the scene at that time, if you want it, I will send it to you later. ”

Feng Linwan nodded and said, "That's okay, you will remember not to make a mistake later, last time..." If you are asked to send the record of the dean's lecture, you will send it wrong. The story of the Seven Dwarfs and the blonde elf princess... You're really a bit of a heavy taste. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know that I would still be able to operate in this position. ”

Fei Beiming was embarrassed and could only laugh dryly.

Actually, I was also a victim, and a friend of mine forwarded it to me, and I passed it on to you without looking at it at the time. ”

"Okay! You say yes, by the way, in the last few days, has there been a class from Teacher Xiahou?" Feng Linwan skipped this topic that no one would be interested in, and then returned to the topic.

Fei Beiming said: "No! Teacher Xiahou needs to retreat. ”

Even if he had expected it, Feng Linwan was still a little disappointed.

Some of the experiences of observing the opening of the world before are still in my heart, Feng Linwan has a lot of questions, and I want to ask Mr. Xiahou questions, of course... The rest of the students must be the same.

But when Teacher Xiahou broke through, letting the students observe was already a kind of dedication.

Now is the best time to stabilize your cultivation and summarize what you have gained, and of course you will not give up your own progress in cultivation, but first solve your students' doubts.

Although Mr. Xiahou didn't have time to speak, Dean Wang Aiguo would give a big lecture and give a lecture this time. How... Do you want to listen?" Fei Beiming asked nonsense.

At this time, Feng Linwan seemed to have forgotten that strange dream, and also forgot what he had done.

It's like, it's really just a dream that is suddenly awakened.

But in a distant world, on the battlefield, a 'demon' wearing scarlet armor and invincible is rising and growing stronger.

For that soldier, he just had a dream, and then in the dream, he was ignited by the 'demon' and planted the seed of the demon.