MTL - Womanizing Mage-Chapter 643 Creation God?
Long Yi turned around in this fog, and could not find a sense of direction. \\\\www.qΒ5, c0m\\
"Ink rhyme, what the **** is this place." Long Yi shouted in his heart, but the ink rhyme did not respond.
Suddenly, the dragon stopped and looked at a huge shadow suddenly appearing in front of the fog, which seemed to be a stone.
In the heart of the dragon, he was alert and slowly moved over. After seeing the appearance of the boulder, he suddenly stunned. This seems to be the outline of a skull. The whole body is covered with mysterious texture. The two cracks above are like two raised eyes. general.
Shock, this is the first feeling of Long Yi, can not use words to describe this feeling, the mysterious texture is like depicting the celestial and mystery of the universe, people's minds are addicted to it and not conscious.
A trace of black gas escaped from the dragon, turned into the darkness of the darkness of the body, and saw her whole body squatting toward the boulder, like the most devout saint, let the dragon stunned and let What will the Lord God worship?
"Mo Yun meets the Father and asks the Father to show up." Mo Yun trembled.
Father God? Uh... that's not the **** of creation! Long Yi’s mind was dizzy. After he knew that there was a god, he always thought that God and the devil were just two powerful creatures with different interfaces. Isn’t this world really created by the creation god, that is too... too unbelievable. ****
The dragon fainted and thought, the creation **** created different kinds of creatures, and both the **** and the devil came from his hand. The problem of the demon king could not be solved.
At this time, the two cracks on the boulder suddenly flashed a red awn, the mysterious texture on the stone shone with colorful light, and the underground fog began to gather together like a life, and it became a virtual shadow of more than ten meters high.
"My child, get up." A low-pitched sound that has been condensed for hundreds of millions of years has come from all directions, causing a kind of inexplicable grief.
"Father God..." The ink rhythm straightens up and looks at the illusory eyes enviously. It is a sigh of sorrow. Who would think that the **** of darkness, one of the seven main gods, would cry?
Long Yi still can't believe it. If the universe is created by the creation god, then the heaven and earth that he realizes is not the fart, the universe is obviously from the big bang, and then the billions of stars are formed, but the sacred image of the **** is called the shadow of the god. How to explain it?
At this time, Long Yi felt that this phantom, which was gathered by the spiritual fog, stared at him and looked at him. His heart burst into hair. His beastly instincts told him that the so-called creation **** seemed to be unwilling to him.
"Father God. The demon king is the disaster of the three realms, the world will pour. Father God..." Mo Yun calmed down and said.
"I already know this thing. The demon king is also created by me. I didn't expect it to cause such a result. Unfortunately, my energy completely dissipated after creating this universe. There is only one trace of my knowledge here." Road.
"What should I do?" Mo Yun hurried. "There is no way, I need a body to get out of this place and stop this catastrophe." Xu Ying said. The head turned to the direction of Long Yi.
The dragon looked at each other for a long while, and suddenly understood the intention of this illusion. He wants to take his own body. He sneered in his heart, the creation **** can create the whole universe, that ability can be considered boundless, even if there is such a little knowledge, it should let the demon king fly away, but also need to use this body? But even if he is really a creation **** and wants to take his own body, then he has to ask his fist to answer, and no one, including God, can force him to do things he does not want.
"You are really a creation god?" Long Yi stepped forward and asked with a playful taste.
"My child, that is of course." *****
"So... do you know where I am from?" Long asked.
"My child. You are called Ximenyu. It is a descendant of humanity called the Ximen family in the mainland of China." The shadow is not anxious to say, it seems that everything in heaven and earth is in his grasp.
Long suddenly burst into laughter. If he is a **** of creation, he will not know that he is another person who crosses the parallel space.
"Dragon one, can't be unreasonable to the Father." Mo Yun shouted.
Long Yi ignored the ink rhyme, stopped the laughter and touched the smiley stomach, looking at the virtual shadow: "Creation God, do you want my body?" To stop this dump The world's catastrophe, only in this way, your body refining through the purest energy between heaven and earth is the most suitable body for me. After stopping this catastrophe, the body will be returned to you. "The virtual shadow.
"This way, then the creation gods, the seven main gods are stronger than my body, why not use them, oh, although they have the curse of God, but the ability to create the gods is just a piece of cake. "But it." The dragon smiled extremely brightly.
"Although I created this universe, the universe has formed its own rules. Even if I can't change it easily, I can only use this body to maintain this law of the universe. I can only use your body to break God. The curse, this is an irreversible fact, my child, do you understand?" phantom replied. ^^^^
In the rhyme, I heard a few questions from the dragon. My heart flashed a strange emotion. The Father is the universe to the heights. Why do you want to borrow a human body? Is it really to maintain the laws of the universe?
No, no, how can I doubt the Father? I have obviously sensed the origin of the Father, and there will never be a mistake.
"I... I don't understand very well, but since the creation gods want to borrow my body, it is my honor, come on." Long Yi smiled softly and opened his arms.
"It's my child, I can guarantee that your strength will never be less than the seven main gods." The phantom nodded slightly and said with great gratification.
"That's great, oh, oh, I still have a request for the creation of God, to calm down the catastrophe, can you match the ink rhyme to the next wife." Long stunned the ink rhyme and smiled.
"Okay, of course, as long as the ink rhyme agrees." The tone of the virtual shadow seems to be anxious. After seeming to be aware of a good word, it is not anxious to add the latter sentence. \\\\\\\\\\
The dragon smiled and sat quietly on the ground, relaxing the spirit, waiting for the creation of the body to receive the body.
The shadow of the shadows fluctuated, and it suddenly shrank into a brow of a light group.
The dragon shuddered and the body suddenly burst into a colorful Huaguang.
"My child, what are you doing?" The phantom screamed in the sea of consciousness.
"I am doing your mother, letting you pretend to be the **** of creation, and think how powerful it is. It turns out that it is only a paper tiger that can't be used. Today, the young master will let you fly away." Long laughed and six cards were banned. Light group.
At this time, the ink rhyme saw the face of the dragon is not right, turned into a sea of black awns into the consciousness of the dragon, the moment I saw the dragon to ban the gods of her father, the heart can not help but be surprised.
"Dragon, what are you doing?" Mo Yun called.
When Long Yi just wanted to answer, the phantom of the gods was called: "Ink, he wants to devour my knowledge and stop him."
The ink rhyme subconsciously moved to control the dark **** brand reversal, and the light group saw the organic shackles and immediately struggled. "** Your uncle, you are the brainless dark god, you have eaten lard. The heart is, if he is really a **** of creation, can he be banned by this **** card?" Long Yi held back the pain of the cone heart.
The ink is a glimpse, and the control of the dark gods is not broken. This father is indeed a bit strange, but his original source is actually very close to her.
When Long Yi took the opportunity to use all his mental strength to compress, the light group immediately shouted, and a milky shadow escaped from the group of gods. It was actually a child's appearance.
"This..." Mo Yun stayed in the woods, and then she knew that she was not the father of the gods. She said that she had just cried in front of this thing, and her face was flushed and murderous.
You don't need the dragon to ask, this child-like shadow will give everything to the original book.
It turns out that the boulder of the underground space does not know where the year and the month are. There is a constant stream of spiritual fog. The boulder has a very strong source of power. There is a trace of knowledge in it. But then I do not know why this awareness of the gods gradually faded, until it became the source of a blank.
I don’t know how many years have passed, and the flowing spiritual fog is attached to the origin of this group. Even though there is a sense of ingenuity, although the consciousness of the source is gone, the information left in the middle makes the spirit atomize. The elves have learned a lot of things. The elves of the gods, the devil and the vast continents are gradually becoming stronger in the spirit of the fog, but they are unable to move freely from this boulder. When the ink rhyme and the dragon accidentally found the space at the bottom of the earth, the spiritual force of the spirit fog elf attached to it actually reacted, and subconsciously learned the identity of the **** of black rhyme, and because the ink rhyme was wrong. After thinking that he was the **** of creation, he completely let go of his mind. He then learned the identity of Long Yi and wanted to use the identity of the **** of creation to deceive the body of Long Yi.
I thought that anyone who knows that he is a **** of creation will be obedient to him. How can he carefully consider the loopholes in his discourse? However, he did not want to encounter the dragon, this freak, but he was not allowed to take advantage of it.
"This God has ruined you." After the elf of the spiritual fog has finished all the circumstances, the ink is so angry that it will completely destroy the consciousness of this spiritual fog.
"Forgiveness, as long as it does not destroy my consciousness, I can do whatever I want." The spirit fog elf asked for mercy.
"It's not impossible to spare you, but you have to show your value, or else I will spare you." Long smiled and stopped the ink rhyme.
"I am useful, there is great use, as long as you spare me, I have a secret to tell you." Lingwu Elf hurried.
"Oh, let's listen." Long Yi asked in a hurry, but there was some expectation of the value of the spirit fog elf.
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