Chapter eight hundred and thirteen goals, paradise mountain
"It's just a possibility. Since we have tried it many times, but we haven't solved this ancient evil thing from the root, can we change our courses..."
"Your Majesty Utao, you better know what you have done and what you are going to do!"
Ransendall raised his voice and interrupted the dinosaur god's words. The golden flames burned in the pupils of the Lord of Dawn. However, if you observe carefully, you can find a little silver luster in it, like metal, cold and sharp: "It's you who will
The ancient evil thing was placed in the Palace of Nature, causing this almost irreversible and immeasurable loss! I hope you can explain it!"
"Your Majesty Ransendall, such a great emotional fluctuation seems not to be sent by a God."
Utao didn't even look back - although the dinosaur god is not very concerned about the divine realm and the main material plane, he only focuses on his own divine realm and entertainment, if we talk about the time of existence, the gods have only been in the morning light for thousands of years.
But a teenager, "I will give you a reasonable explanation for that human being, but before that, His Majesty Ransendall, can you explain what the thing that was imprisoned by you but was released yet was.
What's the point of coming?"
"If you hadn't let him enter the Palace of Nature! How could Pan Duorion's thoughts escape from my restraint? I could have almost completely wiped it out, but you..."
The quarrel came to an abrupt end - the world of the Palace of Nature suddenly rippled. A sudden change occurred at the end of the darkness of destruction, and it seemed that a big hand was tearing and kneading the space there. It also led to the huge canyon abyss torn out by the space.
The face was slightly twisted!
Crashed, stagnated.
In the depths of the darkness, the broken plane is gradually twisting. It connects head to end like a drop of water, and eventually becomes a transparent hemisphere. Rippled space cracks spread from the surroundings, passing through infinite darkness, and the rumbling roar is like a war drum.
, one by one, beating in the hearts of every god.
No god would think that the torn space fragments can eliminate Pan Duorion's thoughts - although the power of space collapse can indeed destroy all things. Pan Duorion has never existed in all things in this world.
If it could be eliminated with such a simple method, then Pan Duorion would not have been eliminating and reappearing for tens of thousands of years, as if a ghost shrouded above the heads of the gods.
When the fragments of space completely escape from the Palace of Nature, the space constraints added to it will disappear, and the enemy will naturally leave it - this process may consume a lot of his energy, but it should not lead to it.
Death - This is the script in the Gods' plan.
However, the situation in front of him was completely separated from this expectation. Pan Duorion's thoughts did not leave that space, and the fragments did not disappear because of this, but were firmly established into an independent plane! Although this plane is so small
Compared with the vast multiverse of countless pages, which merge with the general multiverse, it is actually a drop in the ocean, but it has all the characteristics of an independent plane!
This is not even something that a god can do easily.
"The fragment of the divine principles of space."
Shangtia finally spoke: "The gift that Kerrellon Larisin gave to his beloved daughter has now fallen into the hands of that human being, together with Elisetray Larisin."
The darkness converged before the gods. The earth and the sky rolled like clouds and mist, and finally bridged the gap of darkness. The rumbling sound gradually faded away, and the Palace of Nature finally restored its picturesque tranquility again.
"So that's it, is the God of Space?"
After a long time, Sivanas sighed: "The subject of the space god has been lost for ten thousand years, but with just the little remaining divine fragments, he was able to control the space to such a level?"
No one of the gods could respond, and could only allow silence to continue to spread.
The divine principle of space and the divine principle of time are the most basic power of existence in the multiverse, above matter, or the only two forces that can compete with Pan Duorion head-on, but only in the ancient times
After the fall of God, these two forces have been lost in history, without inheritance, and are even considered to have returned to the origin of the universe.
"His Majesty Chantia, His Majesty Ransendel, I accept your advice and send our messengers to the Mount of Paradise and to Avando." The silence continued, as if after a century, Syvanas
He spoke again, but he immediately got an answer.
"No need, His Majesty Sivanus." Ransendall shook his head: "To show our sincerity, I will go there in person."
The God of Dawn's expression was solemn, and the deep voice echoed throughout the plane, and layers of high pitch finally turned into countless bell-like lingers.
In the lingering sound, his figure had turned into countless golden lights and disappeared immediately. Shangtiya hesitated slightly and disappeared on the ground in a blue color. Then there were the three goddesses headed by Melikay.
...In the end, only Sivanas and Utao were left looking at each other.
"They will respond to us, and they will definitely...but can do this really solve everything?"
Regarding the question of the dinosaur god, the father of Oak raised his eyes, as if he was looking at Miss Centaurus's face, but his eyes seemed to fall on the edge of the sky that was beyond reach. Two dark spots reflected in his eyes.
The clouds and mists are like stars flashing, but there seem to be countless shadows flowing in chaos, just like a messy and disorderly space storm outside the plane.
...
The storm of space is endless, and pure energy outlines countless complex curves, constructed into everything in it, the endless sea, the end of the multiverse is in the depths of darkness, shining with indescribable light. Like an illusion, slow
Slow expansion, light and shadow, are the movement of countless rings of planes. Since its birth, each plane has been falling from infinite planes, falling to the endless sea at the end of the multiverse, but at least, according to
The rules of planes, this speed is not very fast.
Energy flows, darkness is replaced by blue. The sky is generated from nothing. At first, several threads of silk are removed, and then clouds are aggregated into pieces... Finally, the clear sky clouds are formed in this small world again.
The endless darkness of the void behind it was covered up.
Edward breathed a long sigh and withdrew his gaze from the endless void. He tried to stretch his body. But when his body moved slightly, a sharp pain came, which made his mind feel dizzy again.
At this moment, everything in the body of the spiritual warlock had turned into a layer of nothingness, and only the divine power as thin as mist could barely wrap around the shape of a humanoid. All the remaining power had been used by him in this space again
Bridging and building.
A bright flame suddenly exploded in the sky.
The silver figure stared at the people on the ground calmly, as if looking down at an ant, and there was no expression on his handsome face as if he was as handsome as a sculpture. The golden light and fire transformed into countless runes, surrounding his silver
Outside the armor, it was rendered with flames into a faint golden color.
He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the countless lights condensed and turned into countless sword blades. The entity composed of light was surrounded by countless ripples, and the white light then extended forward with the sword blade as the center, sweeping towards that one from countless angles.
The human body, all enemies blocking the white light, immediately disintegrate, burn, and disappear, are no exception!
However, the light was quietly cut off halfway-space was folded by the rules of divine power. The powerful bondage twisted the ever-moving white light again to a certain direction behind, regardless of whether the speed of light was the most in this universe.
It's fast. No matter how incandescent the light of this divine power is, it will never be able to touch a minute of the established goal.
"How long can a meaningless struggle last?"
The light was refracted in all directions in the space, but then it was pulled by another force. The light was twisted and it was pointing back to the direction of that target in an instant, penetrated the hissing sound of the melting matter, and for a moment it seemed that the entire space was shaking.
Ming: "You have lost, and it makes no sense to struggle."
Of course, such suggestions did not receive any response, so the light still shines through the entire space, destroying everything. Under the golden light, the cracks in the space formed a dark and thick fog, and
As the light shines, the blackness is constantly closing and turning into nothingness.
"Stop." The human suddenly said.
His body seemed to have completely dissipated, with only a ray of white light and a blurred face on it, and even his voice was as faint as it was: "Even if you kill me, you will get nothing."
So, the light really condenses, hovering in the space,
"Did you give up?" Pan Duorion's expression moved slightly, as if he was smiling.
"Just suddenly wondering, what would you do if your body came here?" Edward asked, "I guess, you will return? So, is it okay to feel integrated with all consciousness? You used to be
Said it, but you also say you want to gain an independent self?”
"Superficial thoughts."
Pan Duorion's thoughts shook his head, unable to imagine why this human being said these boring things at such a time.
"Humans are so superficial, no, it should be said that all living things are like this? Looking at the bottom of the matter, they only care about everything about themselves. As long as it is possible, they will calculate their own gains and losses. This is human."
"Or... it would be fine, no secrets, no betrayal, no pain, and memory, feelings, knowledge, everything is the same as other existences, one is all, all is one, nothing to think about
matter……"
"That is, there is no self, right? That doesn't sound very good."
"So you can't understand that gain and loss are always with you, and having everything is just the imagination of the weak."
"Against your original body, are you a weak person? Then, you can imagine it now." The human smiled softly - he seemed to be able to send such a weak mental message, but he smiled happily: "
Is it really good to keep yourself? Or, submit to the group, or that main consciousness, is the real belonging to you?"
"You want to convince me?"
"Will you change your wishes because of these few words?" The human smiled: "Don't worry, I'm not delaying time, I just really want to know if you have that wish. If so, I might be fine.
You can send you back to Panduorion."
Nianzha's eyes suddenly tightened!
A burst of noise came from the surroundings. The strange squeaking sound was like rubbing hundreds of sets of lathes and steel. The light condensed in the sky collapsed into invisible fluctuations in the blink of an eye, burst into pieces and collapsed into countless pieces!
A hand stretched out.
It's like stretching inward from a layer of film. The rocks, the remains of trees and the air condense into its main body. When you push forward, the five fingers that gather together have bound him to indescribable forces! Similar to Ransendall
The appearance exploded, leaving only a ball of starry darkness!
The darkness is constantly rushing left and right, trying to escape from the control of the giant hand, the star light is extinguished and expanded. It seems that every stretching and contracting will protrude from a distance of tens of millions of miles. However, no matter how the darkness struggles, it cannot escape from the airflow and
The fingers constructed by debris, a subtle spatial barrier blocks every direction of the ancient evil, making all its struggles become futile to return to the origin.
Edward took a breath.
The long breath seemed like a sigh. And this sigh was so long. In the small space composed of fragments of this temple of nature, everything seemed to be attracted by this sigh, absorbing the light that barely formed Edward's body.
Go in the middle!
The trees, the ground, the air, everything is dissipating into the seven-colored colored light, and finally restored to the most primitive energy, leaving only an empty void with a slightly gray light on the spot!
The long breath finally stopped. The soul warlock, which was originally like a ghost, had returned to its original appearance, and the black burqa was like a dark water surface. There were ripples slightly rippling, and then a door of space was right at his gaze
In the middle form, two black giant doors slowly opened.
Behind the door is a not-wide palace, deep and dark, with only stone walls, but a young man in black robe like a mirror stood quietly.
The two faces, who were just the same, looked at each other and smiled, and strode forward... The moment the steps were intertwined, there was only a standing figure left in front of the door.
This is not the end, it is just a beginning! You can stop me, but you are destined to be a part of us! Your memories, your thoughts, your… everything!
In the void, the grand spiritual fluctuations made the psychic warlock turn their eyes. The black light and shadow in the sky are gradually being compressed and restrained, together with the surrounding space - just as the moment they turn their sight, a dark space is also followed.
The process of contraction was so fast that when the last step of the psychic sage fell, the entire space was left with only a layer of space as high as the door, with a square space with gray light around it.
The space was filled with layers of silver runes shining on it and disappeared in an instant.
Edward's eyes fell in the middle, and the black sphere bound by force to become the size of a fist. With a smile, he turned and left. The door of space closed behind him, and then turned into flying light, leaving only on the ground.
The dense runes connected to the ends of the two rings completely separate the grand spiritual roar and the gray light from the other level.
Edward's body shook slightly as he breathed out slowly.
Although sufficient divine power can cure all damage in one go, it has no effect on the consumption of mental power. The journey to another world that only lasted less than two hourglass evolved into a natural world with the entire
The wars fought by the gods of the temple, the continuous dangers were enough to consume all the energy of a psychic warlock. Even if Edward's strength was far beyond his level, he could not resist this tired attack.
He stood quietly in the small hall for a while before he slowly opened the door of a space and returned to his own room.
"Your gains seem to be very rich, Mr. Edward?"
"It's just a little fun."
When sitting down on his chair, a scroll placed on the table suddenly swelled and spread out naturally. One of the pentagrams flashed with luster, outlining the faces of four long horns.
Edward was not surprised at the sudden appearance of Asmotiels, and seemed to have already expected it: "I lost all my money, and I thought I could at least get some useful divine principles, except for the fact that I had no idea that I could get a little bit of useful divine principles.
The things that sing and dancing save only the orcs and other things that already exist, and are so shabby. Ahhh, even if you get a unicorn's divine rule, it's better than a lion.
It's much windy."
"That's really a pity, but I wonder how you are going to compensate me for my losses?"
"Dear Lord of the Nine Prisons, are you really interested in occupying the Temple of Nature? As far as I know, there seems to be nothing worth pursuing except a few high gods, right? As for those
The low-level devil, do they have any other functions besides cannon fodder?" He chuckled, and the psychic warlocked the big devil: "If this is not a temptation, then I would be a little dissatisfied, and a charge is
After being frustrated, Is this still a devil army full of the multiverse?"
The Lord of the Nine Prisons also let out a string of gentle smiles, neither cold nor enthusiastic: "The defense of Paradise Mountain is far from comparable to the Palace of Nature. How confident are you? Lord Edward?"
"It wasn't too much, but now it's not necessarily less, but if you talk about this, I still hope you can give me some information about Paradise Hill," Edward said. (To be continued...