Tu Youfang was the first to 'awake'.
His current identity is a hybrid between a native and an elf, and his existence is very special among the elf clan.
Low status, but relatively important.
They won't be driven into slavery, but they don't have much freedom, let alone master the power and obtain the extraordinary means of the elves.
This situation is actually not bad for Tu Youfang.
The relatively stable living environment gave him time to collect information and improve his intelligence information database. It also allowed him to sort out some of the systems and context that led the elves to transcendence.
Thus gaining strength.
Thousands of miles away from the Starlight Forest where Tu Youfang is, there is also a 'closed beta player' who is resurrecting.
Bloody rain fell from the sky like a waterfall, and layers of dark clouds enveloped the entire fortress, turning into a thick seal.
The thunder dragon roared, puffing out clouds as dark as ink, and stayed in the clouds without a tail.
The locust-like rain of arrows fell together with the blood rain, and the arrows were unified with vicious spells, destroying all living and non-living bodies.
Frightening screams came from all directions throughout the castle, like a nightmare that would never wake up.
A golden ray of light penetrated the sky in the darkness, opening a gap in the dark clouds.
The immature boy stumbled and was thrown out of the seal.
"Zhou'er! You must be patient! Don't take revenge, don't take revenge!"
In the young man's eyes, his father hugged his mother, melting like a wax statue in a bloody sword light. The heartbreaking pain was worse than the arrow piercing his chest.
"Father! Mother!"
Li Xingzhou woke up from his nightmare, his forehead covered with dense cold sweat.
"Arthur! Are you having nightmares again? Do you want to take a sip of rotten fruit wine? I suggest you drink a little. That's how I am. If there is anything unpleasant, I will forget it all as long as I drink..." with a flaxen color A dwarf boy with short hair and wearing rough linen clothes patted Li Xingzhou on the shoulder and said.
Li Xingzhou pursed his lips and said nothing, but clenched his fists continuously.
He always remembered the destruction of his family and the bloody light... But at this time, he was already in a different world. Whether he was an enemy or a relative, they were all too far away.
It was less than midnight, and Li Xingzhou was already sleepless.
He simply took out the hammer, then stood in an open area of the crypt and began to practice the hammering technique.
This is a method that dwarves must learn. It can be used not only to forge weapons, armor, and utensils, but also to kill enemies.
Li Xingzhou, who was reincarnated as a dwarf, would naturally do the same.
Of course, Li Xingzhou knows more than that.
Just like the remaining 'authority' in Tu Youfang, under his strong personal will, it was transformed into a 'wisdom brain' to assist in life and cultivation.
The remaining 'power' in Li Xingzhou's body has turned into a nearly immortal 'blood energy'. By killing living beings, he can accumulate and accumulate 'blood energy'. As long as the stored blood energy is not exhausted, Li Xingzhou will not Even if he is seriously injured, he will not die.
Perhaps, the reason why he was able to develop this ability was precisely because he was essentially full of fear of the overwhelming blood, but also extremely persistent in survival.
Although he has forgotten the precious memories about his subsequent training and becoming the master of the Blood Demon Palace.
However, Li Xingzhou still followed the old path and once again embarked on the road of becoming a blood cow.
Whether it is Li Xingzhou or Tu Youfang, they are both members of the Turin Divine Genealogy and members of the creation gods of the past.
Most of this type of 'internal beta players' have been reincarnated as adults...at least of the humanoid race. They have recovered 'part' of their memories, obtained the 'golden finger' for power transformation, and started a new period of practice starting from scratch.
In contrast, there are those Dream Breakers who are classified as 'evil gods', 'outer gods', 'evils' and 'devils'. Their purpose is to destroy the entire Turin Dream... that is, to destroy the world.
In this way, we can achieve the goal of returning to reality with harvest.
If this kind of purpose and mission originally had a rather nihilistic color of personal choice, then after the reshaping of the world, the precipitation of dreams, and the further 'realization' and 'de-illogicalization' of the world, the nihilistic mission has also become A pursuit of roots.
In that subversion and destruction, many members of the Turin Divine Genealogy entered reincarnation and started all over again.
The dream breakers were naturally seriously injured, and their souls were even messed up into many fragments, which were either lost in the starry sky, or scattered in the world, and integrated into many creatures and substances in this world.
Different varieties of monsters have been formed, but they all have the same focus on destruction and destruction.
As the moonlight shone down, the entire Monster Valley felt like a tide. The green poisonous mist began to shrink inwards, and finally became so thin that it was almost invisible.
A group of feathered men put the prepared antidote into their mouths and quickly headed towards the Monster Valley.
The poisonous mist in Monster Valley only shrinks for about three minutes. After three minutes, the poisonous mist will be spit out again. It will not shrink again until dawn.
In order to collect the precious herbs in the Monster Valley, these feathered people must hurry up.
Entering the valley, the feathered people's breathing, which seemed longer than other races, actually became slightly more rapid. This was because toxins were invading their bodies, but the detoxification grass worked and resolved the toxins. The slightest trace of toxins that could not be resolved was temporarily held back by the feathered people's special body structure.
The poisonous mist spreads around the Monster Valley, and its toxicity is staggering.
The valley is full of spiritual energy, like a paradise in the cave. Except for the many poisons running rampant, there is no poisonous mist mixed in.
Strands of elixirs grow in Monster Valley, in astonishing quantities.
Looking at the elixirs all over the ground, the Yu people got busy excitedly.
They dispersed one after another and started picking quickly, completely unaware of the approaching crisis.
Suddenly... the ground covered with elixir began to tremble violently.
Amid the violent collapse, one could vaguely see a huge mouth full of sharp teeth buried deep underground.
When the big mouth closed, all the Yumen, as well as the rare elixir that contained the fragrance before, were swallowed up.
Gurgling sounds kept coming from the depths of the ground, as if there were several terrifying behemoths that had been hungry for a long time... for a long time.
All the Yumen were eaten.
In a short period of time, there will no longer be such a large group of feathered people approaching the Monster Valley.
But as the earth rolled, some elixirs resurfaced, growing vigorously and full of temptation.
A densely packed area looks very ornamental.
Beautiful yet deadly.
"Eat it! Eat it! Eat it all!"
"Everything must be eaten, fake! It's all fake! I am the real thing..." The crazy and demonic voice echoed deep underground, but turned into a weird sound, like a natural noise. , spread in the Monster Valley.
For any race living in this world, these sounds are messy, disordered, and useless.
It is impossible for them to understand it, let alone know that this is actually a language.
Just like humans cannot understand the sound of wind, thunder, and rain. They are natural sounds, but is there a possibility... that they are also a kind of language? What is being said by a being that humans cannot understand?
