To Ke Xiaoliang, it was just three casual strikes, but in the eyes of the monks, they were filled with the ultimate simplicity and simplicity of the Kaitian Avenue.
They even did not hesitate to expend their souls to imprint every detail of these three strikes in their minds, waiting to figure it out later.
Because compared with Ke Xiaoliang's next operations and methods, it seemed that these three attacks were the only ones they could discern something about.
As for whether they can really research something with this, that's not necessarily the case.
Many things may not be meaningful when they happen, but they are of profound significance until much later.
Back then, when Pangu created the world, it might not have been because of Jiba's hacking. Nowadays, any trace of Pangu's creation of chaos, isn't it a supreme opportunity?
So sometimes, the meaning lies in communication, as well as the brewing and promotion of time.
Ke Xiaoliang didn't care what the monks thought or thought.
He's just doing what he's supposed to do.
All things are created with a wave of the hand, vegetation flourishes on the earth, and all kinds of creatures run freely.
In an instant, all races prospered.
Primitive civilization is developing rapidly.
The chaos giant transformed by Ke Xiaoliang began to raise its head and roar, and then stood in front of an endless rushing divine river, its body disintegrating little by little.
A large amount of blood has blended into the mountains and rivers, into the vegetation, into the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and into everything in the world.
In the concept of this world, the Chaos Giant no longer exists.
But in the eyes of those monks, the giant of chaos has completely integrated into the world.
He is everything in this world.
Time flew by at Ke Xiaoliang's fingertips.
The blood of the Chaos Giants blended into everything in the mountains and rivers, and various gods were born.
Most of the gods live in the divine world and control everything in the world.
At first, the three realms were interconnected, and humans and gods lived together. People worshiped and worshiped the gods, and the gods protected humans and protected them from natural disasters.
And in this kind of mixed living, the blood of the gods inevitably flows into the mortal world.
The world has entered a new era.
As the scenes flowed and the mountains and rivers changed, countless descendants of gods galloped across the land. They conquered each other, competed in bravery, promoted the name of gods, and asserted their power.
Compared with the first ancient gods, they are more aggressive, more humane, full of truth, goodness and beauty, but also full of ugly evil and desire.
The birth of a new god... The first descendants of gods developed their bodies' potential to the extreme by refining their bloodline, and then climbed the Tianzhu and entered the divine realm.
Then the divine world was shaken and the gods fought.
Some continue to hold the throne high and stand on the nine heavens, while some are driven into the ground and stay in the deep spring forever.
Amidst the shrill laughter, the ancient god with blood dripping from his eyes and golden patterns on his back, symbolizing fire, raised his head and broke the sky pillar.
At this point, it is difficult to communicate with the human world and the divine world.
A large number of Tianzhu fragments scattered across the earth, turning into all kinds of strange treasures.
The birth, development, and even evolution of the world all passed quickly before the eyes of the monks.
It was like their souls were soaked in some extremely mysterious realm, and they made a soul to kill the chicken.
It's just that... when they returned to the God's Realm and gained a sense of reality again, they all felt lost.
They seemed to have gained something, as if they had understood something.
I checked carefully, but found nothing.
However, they firmly believe that they are different, and something has been buried in their souls, waiting to reach sufficient cultivation and realm before they can take root and sprout.
Ke Xiaoliang gave the monks three days to digest.
Let the wind about the new world blow for a while.
After the basic common sense of the new world was almost universalized through the revelations of many observing monks, the door to the new world was officially opened to many monks.
Among all the monk blood talisman options logged in, there is an additional option of Savage Myth.
So in an instant, a large number of monks chose to log in and enter the world of wild mythology.
A large number of monks with brains have made extremely detailed analyzes about the conjectures about this world and the practical significance of this world.
Because of this, many monks are attracted to this world.
Even the monks who are far from reaching the peak of the soul and have broken through the mortal limit... they still have the extravagant hope that they can analyze a mythical bloodline and then spend plot points to redeem it.
The sooner you have mythical bloodline, the more explicit and implicit conveniences you will have.
As for the time ratio in the wild mythical world, Ke Xiaoliang has made new adjustments, directly raising it to a terrifying ratio of one hundred to one compared to reality.
Although this has brought Ke Xiaoliang's daily consumption of this world to a new level, it also allows Ke Xiaoliang to get what he wants in a shorter period of time.
After paying the entry fee of 10,000 points, Wang Yu also followed the crowd and came to the world of wild myths.
However, the world did not unfold in reality before his eyes, but became a blur.
There were hundreds of options before him.
Behind each option, there are corresponding plot points marked.
"A descendant of a generation of gods, the son of an ancient god sealed in divine amber. Activation requires 1.5 billion plot points."
"The new god's dependents, the lucky ones who receive divine blood from the new god, require 1.2 billion plot points to activate."
"The God Eater is an unknown creature deep in the abyss that luckily ate the flesh and blood of ancient gods. It requires one billion plot points to activate."
Wang Yu took a deep breath. Although he had long been accustomed to this style of 'cheating money', he still felt an inexplicable sense of loss at this moment.
Quickly pull the options to the end. The last option is to spend one hundred plot points to randomly obtain identity and bloodline.
It is possible to obtain the identity of the best generation of gods, or it is possible to become the most inferior god abandoned. The mythical blood in the body has been completely exhausted, and even simple blood purification techniques cannot be practiced, becoming a complete useless person.
Although the gambler's genes in his body were affecting his judgment, Wang Yu still made the right choice.
"I choose Ao'an Mountain, join the tribes of my husband, and have divine blood level four." After the words fell, the last 100,000 plot points in Wang Yu's account were cleared at once.
An instant later, he felt like he was falling like a star, falling straight into a wild mountain forest.
The mountains seemed deathly silent.
Unimaginable ferocious birds and beasts roared one after another in the depths of this majestic and deep mountain.
Wang Yu, on the other hand, felt that he was listening to the sounds of the outside world through a layer of 'membrane'.
"I...what's wrong with me?"
"Haven't you mastered your body yet?"
"No! No! I feel like I'm...I'm in someone's belly!"
"I'm not born yet?" Wang Yu was surprised at first, then overjoyed.
He began to run the Evil Fetus Sutra of the Demon Sect.
This is a method patented by demon monks who reincarnate and rebuild. In the embryonic state, they absorb the energy of the mother's body while preserving the innate energy to build the foundation.
At the time of birth, the mother who gave birth to him would definitely die of exhaustion.
And at the moment when Wang Yu was running the Evil Fetus Meridian, a large amount of pure energy was poured into Wang Yu's body.
The fullness of energy exceeded Wang Yu's imagination.
