Everlasting Sword God

Give you light.

You don't have to hold any bloody ceremony, you don't have to perform the final sacrifice.

You want to wake up to existence, then force him to wake up.

Shen Zhenyi sat on the crystal throne and held out his fingers.

At the top of the finger, there is a little green light.

Fluttering.

Like the seeds of dandelion, it is also like the flying flutter of spring, with vitality and warmth, slowly falling into the eyebrows.

If you want light, give it to you.

"Well--"

The rehearsal that has been in a state of utter disappointment suddenly caused painful suffocation, distorted body, and rolled his eyes.

"What have you done!"

The old woman flew up and desperately rushed to the front of the show - she was so afraid of Shen Zhenyi, and she couldn't take it anymore.

The publicity is the last hope of their plan.

She may not care about his life and death, but he must care about his existence.

"no need to worry."

Shen Zhenyi has no intention of blocking, just a faint smile: "It is nothing more than saving your blood sacrifice step and keeping the child's consciousness."

In the next generation of Summon, you can't use the normal method, you can only use the blood sacrifice - even a large-scale ritual of life, to attract some attention from the gods, and may drop a project outside the thousands of worlds.

Although Xuanjia has Divine Person bloodline, it has been fading, sacrificed the whole family bloodline, and then resonated with the bloodline of the last male, only a chance.

This is a long and painful process.

In this process, the consciousness of the propaganda cannot be confronted with God, and it will dissipate invisible, which means it is dead.

Or, the more painful he is, the more he will be able to lower his consciousness.

Shen Zhenyi skipped the process directly.

He activated the goddess bloodline of the recital!

The wife knows the process of God's fall, and now she sees the abnormality of the announcement, and she is not exclaimed.

"Eye!"

In the eyebrows of the rehearsal, a golden diamond-shaped mark appears. In the center of the diamond mark, there is a crack in the flesh and blood, as if the naked eye of the fetus is about to open!

- This is the eye!

It is a secret book of Xuanjia, clearly stated that this is the sign of God's success!

How can this be?

The wife is almost paralyzed.

According to the original method of blood sacrifice, the performance must be at least seven days and seven nights in the Purgatory Pool. The last mourning and screaming of this bloodline is likely to cross the Scorpio and be concerned by the fragments of God's consciousness. Since then, the projection of God has come. In the process of encroaching on the body, this period of time is equally dangerous, long and tragic.

Even if this blood festival is all right, it is estimated to be about half a month.

After half a month, completely annihilating the declaration of consciousness, it is possible to get a good eye!

How can this man save everything in between?

When Shen Zhenyi and others stopped her, the wife was desperate, and she was almost afraid of the major event that had been planned for hundreds of years. But I did not expect that in the blink of an eye, the goal of paying a great price and sacrifice, even so inexplicably completed?

How did Young Master do it? What the hell are you...what is it?

Wife expression .

Is this young man also a god? Otherwise, how can you understate and wake up another god?

"Abandoned Sword Manor, Shen San."

Shen Zhenyi sighed softly: "You shouldn't be too surprised, things are not over yet. Ancient gods, bloodline consciousness fragments, heaven knows and no reason."

When the voice did not fall, I heard a roar of the announcement, and suddenly I flew up and broke the arch of the head and went straight to the sky!

The ice dragons swaying on the ground, together with the screaming cheers, also picked up and hovered in the air.

- Like Wanlong to grab the beads!

The old woman hurried to catch up, looked up, and saw the announcement floating in the air, pale, squatting under the unpolished jade general rays of light, soft light, with a line of violent color .

The ice dragons rolled up and down, and they were happy and fearful. The archer was in the air.

The air on all sides became colder, and the ears seemed to be able to hear the sound of air icing. The building on the island was covered with frost, and the ice on the lake surface cracked not a sign of melting, but a sharp Cool down and freeze the ice!

"The ice dragon worships, the cold hits people."

The tears in the eyes of the wife.

"This is really..."

Everything is as good as a record.

This is the god of the world!

Xuanjia quietly planned for hundreds of years, paid the price of the ruin of the whole family, and now...now it is realized!

"This is a god?"

Chu Huoluo and others followed Shen Zhenyi and floated halfway through the air. She stared at the temperamental change and curiosity.

This child has indeed a strong and terrifying breath. This is by no means the strength that this little boy could have before. Maybe this is the real god drop.

- Of course, Chu Huoluo is not afraid.

"Its just a small, small piece of consciousness."

Shen Zhenyi shook his head in disapproval: "If God is like a towering tree, it can fall into this world, but it is just a leaf that leaves the trunk of that's all."

"but色"

He looked at the closed eyes of the show: "It is enough to bring trouble. He will open his eyes later. If it is an ordinary color, or blue-green, it will be fine. If it is blood red, you three people will shoot together. He stopped."

"What does the blood red eye mean? Is it a fire?" Chu Huoluo guessed.

"Between God and the devil, there is not such a big scorpio."

Shen Zhenyi has a dull tone.

The so-called gods are the creatures born to control the origin of Heaven and Earth. You can understand that they are born with Divine Light body, comparable to the martial artist of Divine Person Boundary. But when it comes to the mind, its actually with ordinary people. There is no difference."

Being born strong does not mean that consciousness is strong.

After constantly expanding itself and splitting the sense of tens of thousands of people, the beliefs and rationality of the gods will become what they can't predict.

If the crazy consciousness fragments get strength, then in this low-level world, it may cause great damage.

Chu Huoluo, Dragon Princess and Monarch Zi Ning seem to understand, but the Master can't be wrong, the three don't question, staring at the eyes of the show, waiting for him to blink.

The stronger the cold.

The lower the temperature.

Just as the space seemed to be frozen, the propaganda suddenly opened his hands.

The Wantian Ice Dragon smashed and turned into a whistling snow, and was suddenly blown away by a cold wind. The old woman wants to open her mouth and is unable to speak because of the imposing manner. Her throat was out of the sound of the lotus, stared wide-eyed, tears communicated, and her heart was caught by fear, just don't feel like jumping.

At the same time, the publicity opened his eyes.

In a flash.

blood! Light! Man! day!