Ke Xiaoliang always smiles so weirdly, as if he only has this expression forever.
However, he had a reason to smile like this.
Some things actually developed more smoothly than he originally expected.
Although the previous performance of Baotong World Monk did not seem very impressive.
But in fact, when they came to the wild world and faced with the nearly endless resources in the wild world, they completely let themselves go and opened up the beasts imprisoned in their souls.
And some old guys who had been hiding in the Baotong world also came to the wild world, bringing Ke Xiaoliang a huge surprise.
Any open world cannot be underestimated.
No matter how involution the Baotong world becomes, there is no doubt about its power and foundation.
At this time, in the vast and endless wilderness, darkness has enveloped the entire wilderness.
Huge fires lit up the surrounding wilderness.
A large number of desert warriors hid in tents sewn with animal skins, and then refracted their shadows on some thinner furs under the light of the fire.
These tents are connected to the animal skins by special ropes.
Immersed in the darkness, like a huge wild beast crawling in the dark, gathering its claws.
Looking from a distance, the fire became the eyes of this 'huge wild beast', monitoring the surroundings.
The wild beasts in the mountain forest looked at it from a distance, smelling the strange smell coming from a distance, and did not dare to approach...and did not dare to offend.
The clear hierarchy in the circle of wild beasts has become a bargaining chip for the wild people to use.
In the wild world, some tribes have mastered methods of lurking in the darkness, and this method of pretending to be giant wild beasts is one of them.
The tent was very spacious, as if some kind of magic had been cast that could stretch the space.
This makes the overall region stronger, and all the desert warriors perform their duties here.
There are also some flowers and plants placed in the corners of the tent to keep the air in the tent from becoming turbid.
Sitting cross-legged on the stone platform in the center is the high priest of the Gale Tribe. Although he was born less than ten years ago, he has already won the trust of the tribe's people.
Naturally, this high priest's identity is not simple.
He is actually a true immortal monk from the Baotong world, an old guy whose immortal soul was injured and can only hide in one world and dare not go out.
In the world of Baotong, everyone calls him... the Great Elder.
The Gale Tribe is one of the largest tribes in this world.
Many clans under the Gale Tribe worship different gods and have different bloodlines.
What the Gale Tribe worships is the 'King' among the new gods, a being who is revered as 'Xi Huang'.
Emperor Xi was once the son of the ancient god 'Wind God', but he imprisoned his father and became one of the rulers of the divine world.
Since then, he has not left any real bloodline in the world.
It's just that his tribesmen, relying on Emperor Xi's name and care, occupied the best hunting grounds and became the most powerful tribe.
On the left and right hands of the high priest were the leaders of each tribe.
"It's up to you to explain!" the high priest said to a soldier who looked sluggish, as if he hadn't rested for a long time.
The soldier was in a daze and did not respond to the high priest immediately.
Instead, he shook his head after repeated reminders from a tribe leader next to the high priest.
Then he started talking incoherently.
"I remember... it was a huge altar, and the altar was in the shape of a pentagon."
"In the center of the five corners, there is a circular high platform, and on a golden chair, a tall, burly, sacred figure sits upright. He is both darkness and light, the end and the beginning, the master of everything, and the Outcast of everything.”
"He said to me that He is the spirit of the night, the Lord of endless shadows, the guide of the morning, the Supreme Light of the future."
“He allows me to believe in Him, worship Him, and respect Him as Lord, and I will gain supreme glory and power at my fingertips.”
The man looked a little excited, and then he began to struggle again. The divine blood continued to riot in his body, as if it was about to tear his body into pieces at any time.
"I have to struggle. I am a descendant of Emperor Xi, a divine warrior with the highest bloodline. I am... I am a believer of the God of Night?"
"I am the high priest of the God of Night. Pagans...believe in me! You will obtain true eternal life." The man with a sluggish expression seemed to have entered another state due to the flash of memories, and derived another paragraph. Personality.
Bang bang bang...!
The blood vessels on the man's body burst one after another.
In an instant, he was dyed red and turned into a bloody man.
The high priest of the Gale Tribe and the great elder of Baotong World stretched out a finger and pointed at the man's eyebrows.
The next moment, the boundless green earth appeared in the eyes of the high priest.
In the endless spreading rotten mud, skeletons with white bones crawled out of the mud, with phosphorus-colored flames burning in their eyes, crawling towards him.
The high priest was not afraid.
In the long years of his existence, he has experienced countless dangers. The risk at hand cannot even be ranked in the top thirty.
"Do you also want to become a god?"
"Relying on stealing other people's blood, relying on seizing other people's beliefs?"
"I know there are many guys like you who are self-righteous...but they all failed without exception." The high priest said coldly.
After travelers succeed along a certain road, the first thing they do is not to widen the road they came from, but to... cut it off!
The new gods became gods in this way and sealed their fathers.
Naturally now they don't want to be replaced in the same way.
The tall figure waved his hand, and rows of skeletons swarmed forward, soon swamping the high priest.
They have been rotting and struggling for so long that they have forgotten the pain and time.
Despite this, they hope that more people can become like them and sink into decay with them, forever.
The strong wind roared, the thunder flashed, and with the explosion of thunder, each skeleton was turned into ashes.
Weird and magical patterns appeared on the high priest's cheeks.
Wind is the bloodline of the Wind God inherited by the Gale Tribe, and Lei... is the divine power given by Emperor Xi.
The combination of wind and thunder, there are few forces in the world derived from natural rules that can withstand it.
Cyan thunder continued to flash in the cyan world. Every time the thunder flashed, it turned into a thunder spear, and dozens of skeletons fell down. But more skeletons crawled out of the mud, seemingly endlessly.
"This dream is controlled by me. As long as I am willing, there will be as many skeletons as I want. Endless death, circulating in endless decay. With so many skeletons, you can fight until you run out of fuel, and they will not Any reduction." The tall figure sneered, looking down at the high priest.
The high priest frowned. Sure enough, although the skeletons around him were constantly being crushed, they did not see any decrease.
A skeleton that had just crawled out of the mud grabbed the high priest's ankle with its claws.
The high priest's thigh shook, and a thunderbolt spurted out along a small meridian. The thunderbolt was like a blade, cutting off the skeleton's claws. He stamped his foot, and a large amount of thunder power was input into the ground, smashing the pieces that were still in the mud. Skeletons in it are smashed.
"Since these skeletons are killing them endlessly, let's just deal with you directly."
Before the sound was completely heard, the high priest's body moved first, turning into thunder and lightning, and rushed towards the tall figure on the altar.
In this world, this young and energetic body with a strong bloodline makes the high priest feel particularly happy.
He hasn't fought like this for a long time.
So even if he had a better way to solve the current problem, he still chose the toughest and most intense way.
In reality, both body and soul became a sluggish man on the battlefield, his eyes bulged, and then suddenly exploded.
He completely turned into a bloody man.
"How brave!" The demigod soul who was trying to sneak into the world and become a true god roared like this.
Seeing the high priest coming straight towards him, the tall figure snorted coldly. Facing the high priest's fist, which was filled with wind and thunder, he looked down from a high position. Several shadows suddenly appeared in front of him, and the shadows were rampant. , directly tore the surrounding world apart, exuding a rotten and dark atmosphere, and a very strong thigh, like a giant axe, struck down on the head of the high priest.
Instead of using magic in the traditional sense, both of them subconsciously chose to fight hand to hand.
They all have their own plans and do not want the true god to intervene in this battle.
The high priest clenched his fists and crossed his arms in a cross shape to suddenly block the powerful and heavy blow.
After the blow, the shadow dissipated, and the tall figure was still on the altar without moving at all.
The ground beneath the high priest's feet cracked with fine cracks.
In reality, the high priest slowly took a small step back, the nails on his fingertips were shattered, and then he pressed his palm on the forehead of the sluggish man.
But the depressed man was already bleeding from all his orifices, and the spiritual platform collapsed.
Even if I'm still alive now... I won't live long in the future.
"You want to devour me, you want to gain my accumulation. Sure enough...you show disdain for me just because I did something you wanted to do but didn't dare." The tall figure looked directly at the high priest , a dark aura exudes, ready to devour it at all times.
"You thought of it? Yes, that's what I planned!"
"Not only you, but also pseudo-gods such as Twilight, Sunset, Hunting, Contract, and Knot. I will lure them out one by one, and then plunder and kill them." High Priest... No! It was the Great Elder who completely exposed his sharp fangs.
If the road that others have taken doesn't work, then find a way to take another one.
Since you rely on collecting bloodlines, gathering faith to become a god is a dead end.
Then hunt down the false gods who are doing this.
The high priest shouted violently, his figure was like thunder, he shuttled like the wind, his feet connected, and the ground was completely broken. He stepped on the altar, and the altar made of huge rocks collapsed into pieces where the high priest stepped. of gravel.
Of course, all of this is just the embodiment of the sluggish man's soul.
It was not the stone that was shattered... but the man's soul.
His fist was as fierce as thunder, with a strong thunderstorm sound, and he hit the tall figure again.
Shadows gathered around the tall figure's body, and two more figures emerged from the shadows, running towards the high priest at the same time.
This time, the two figures waved their left and right legs respectively, and kicked hard towards the head of the high priest from two different directions at the same time. If they were allowed to kick him hard, the high priest's head would definitely explode like a rotten watermelon.
From the influence of the soul world to reality, the body of the high priest in the wild world will definitely explode to pieces.
However, at this moment, the high priest's body twisted like a boneless snake, folding 180 degrees, with his hands on the ground, his feet rising into the air, and spinning rapidly like a whirlwind.
Amidst the wind and thunder, his legs collided with the legs of the two shadow figures, making a violent explosion of air.
The two figures were kicked out by the high priest's legs, and the body of the high priest who had stepped onto the altar was also knocked out by the strong collision and fell back into the crowd of skeletons.
In the tent, all the flames suddenly surged.
Looking from outside the tent, it looks like a giant beast is emitting black smoke and spitting out thick black mist.
The wild beasts that were originally peeping and suspicious subconsciously fled in panic and hid further.
"You give up! I can have as many of these shadow figures as I want, but your body will never allow you to fight with such high intensity for too long." On the high altar, a tall figure The voice came out.
The high priest's mind was not shaken at all. Since he took the initiative to lure this false god out, he was absolutely sure to deal with him.
Swinging his fists, he blasted the skeletons one by one.
Fighting a way out again, the high priest's body was filled with thunder and lightning, and cyan wind knives spontaneously surrounded him.
The high priest ran towards the tall altar again.
In an instant, four shadow figures emerged from the dark corner under the control of the tall figure. They were filled with strange auras, divided into four angles, and went straight to the temple, throat, heart and lower body of the high priest. The key is coming.
"One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen...endless, how many more can you beat? In the dream world, the gods are invincible. I have realized that the body of the gods in the dream is invincible to mortals. In your dream, I am the invincible god of night and shadow." The tall figure sneered, looking down at the high priest, and was retreating steadily under the siege of four shadow figures.
"God in dreams? Do you think you are the only one who knows it?" The high priest burst out laughing.
The next moment, he became extremely huge, imitating the figure of Ke Xiaoliang when he created the world.
He was originally an immortal, but now he is just reincarnating into a god in another world, and he is following the same path he has already taken.
What's more, this is just an illusory dream.
The God of dreams is much weaker and more false than the God of reality.
The huge body crushed the eight shadow figures.
At the same time, the sluggish man's body was completely shattered.
And in this shattered body, the high priest caught the snake that was trying to escape.
The so-called God of Shadows and Night is actually a wild snake no more than three feet long.
The high priest directly brought the snake to his mouth, and then bit it seven inches hard.
Take a hard breath.
All the energy and energy were sucked into the belly of the high priest.
A thunderous gurgling sound came from the high priest's chest and abdomen.
"Another collection of fragments."
"It only takes three or two more to form a whole, turn into a god in this world, and then affect reality through the feedback of this world... I will repair the fairy soul and regain a new life." I thought. Here, the high priest was very excited.
Little did he know that just because he was close to success, someone's eyes were set on him.
What does the magic value of a true immortal feel like?
