If I don’t make up for my shortcomings, the ancients will not deceive me.
Ren Kuang never dreamed that such a day would happen to him.
He couldn't care less now.
Self-destruction of soul power, madly injected into the Creation ID Card.
Only this kind of divine artifact from a higher plane can suppress the laws of heaven on earth.
However, Ren Kuang's injection of tens of thousands of soul power was like filling a pond with water with a needle, and the pond did not change at all.
Ren Kuang gritted his teeth and tried to input spiritual power again.
Unexpectedly, the pages of the book would not reject anyone who came, and even the spiritual power would be swallowed up.
Ren Kuang doesn't believe it anymore.
He also mobilized the power of faith to inject it.
The result is still the same.
This reminded him of his experience in sketching the country map.
Could it be because there is not enough energy?
Ren Kuang has nothing else but a lot of reserves.
Whether it was soul power or the power of faith, he poured it all into it.
Even though I know there is little hope, I still have to give it a try.
Ren Xin was also very nervous: "Brother, you can use all the resources, but you must hold on!"
Ren Kuang turned into a machine at this moment.
There is only one thought in my mind, no matter what, I must activate the Creation ID Card to suppress the expansion of Tiandao's palm.
The soul power is exhausted, the essence and blood are exhausted, and the spiritual power is exhausted.
It doesn't matter, it will be replenished instantly and the transformation will continue.
A full one million soul power, ten billion attribute energy, plus countless blood essences and the power of faith were input.
The pages of the book finally have some changes.
It was like a shadow at first, but now it has become more solid.
Ren Kuang's spirit was greatly shaken.
As long as it works.
He roared: "I don't believe it. We have gathered the resources of the three realms and still can't feed a single page of the book."
Even a ray of chaos power that had not yet grown up was directly injected into the pages of the book by Ren Kuang.
Ren Kuang's resource consumption has reached an extremely terrifying level.
That is to say, he, if it were anyone else, would never be able to bear it.
It has gathered all the high-end resources from several camps in the Battlefield of Gods and Demons, Holy Mountain, Samsara Continent, and even Phoenix Star.
This moment burned one after another, turned into energy, and injected into the pages of the book.
You know, he only collected many resources from Su Luo.
This is the cultivation resource recently collected by the entire Humanity Continent.
The amount is huge, reaching hundreds of trillions.
So much energy was poured into the pages of the book that Ren Kuang finally sensed a strange fluctuation.
The pages of the book are finally no longer illusory, but give people a physical feeling.
Like a thin gold foil, suspended in the sky above the temple.
But, not enough!
The pages are only visible, not activated.
But at this moment, the power of faith has been exhausted.
There is not much soul elixir left.
The giant palm is still expanding and swallowing.
Wherever he went, Ren Kuang felt that his consciousness space was constantly shrinking.
Suddenly, the life stele emitted a bright light.
The vast power of the origin of life poured directly into Ren Kuang's body like the Yellow River bursting its banks.
Ancestral God Nuwa, at the critical moment, released the last trace of her original power to help Ren Kuang.
This vast essence of life is injected into the empty pages.
On the pages of the book, a white halo rippled.
There seems to be some kind of substance flowing.
Ren Kuang ran the matrix crazily and evolved soul tentacles, trying to shake the pages of the book.
However, when the extremely powerful soul tentacles touched the pages of the book, they seemed weak and weak.
The cultivation level is too low!
Is this how we lose?
Ren Kuang is unwilling to give in!
Suddenly, the Life Stone loosened its hold on the Tyrant Sword.
The Tyrant Sword seems to contain endless anger, and countless mysterious runes emerge from the blade.
Ren Kuang's original soul jumped out, grabbed the sword, used all his strength, and performed the most powerful move in the consciousness space... reincarnation.
The second move of Tyrant Sword, annihilation, already involves the mysteries of space and can even create a black hole.
What Ren Kuang is using now is an unprecedented third move... reincarnation.
Reincarnation already involves the true meaning of Tao.
All the power and perception are integrated into the matrix, and the ultimate sword is cut.
This knife is ingenious but unremarkable.
But its power is enough to kill Qixing.
Before, he never thought that he would perform such a domineering move in his own conscious space.
This is no different from committing suicide.
But now, he has no choice.
when!
There is a layer of illusory runes on the sword.
These runes give people a thick and complex feeling.
This is Ba Dao's own Taoist charm, which was inspired by Ren Kuang using all his power.
Only this power of Tao can touch the mysterious existence of book pages.
The pages of the book were shaken.
However, the pages of the A4-sized book began to sway.
This gentle shaking formed a rippling wave.
Like a stone thrown into the lake.
The ripples are getting bigger and bigger.
Finally, it spreads to the entire consciousness space.
The expanding giant palm suddenly softened as if it had encountered a nemesis.
The strange rhythm, like the sound of ancient bells traveling through time and space, resounds throughout the entire space of consciousness.
When the first sound sounded, all the mountains, rivers and oceans turned into powder.
The second sound sounded, and the barriers in the consciousness space collapsed one after another.
The third sound sounded, and countless impurities spurted out.
The fourth sound, the barrier is repaired.
The fifth sound, the peaks and mountains are reborn.
The sixth tone is the rejuvenation of the earth.
The seventh tone is the blue sea tidal wave.
On the eighth tone, birds appear and fish are born.
The ninth tone is long in minerals and high in rhyme.
It's like going through a destruction and rebirth.
The giant palm turned into a huge mountain range stretching for thousands of miles.
From the ocean to the land, it twists like a giant dragon.
The Origin Temple, in front of the Dragon Head.
The stele of life stands in the square in front of the gate.
In the sky, the gold foil is like the sun, shining on the whole world.
The brush is like a crescent moon, appearing and disappearing.
The whole world has become completely different.
But Ren Kuang knew nothing about what happened.
Reincarnation drained all his strength.
There was only one original soul left, which automatically entered protection mode and fell into a deep sleep.
In the dark realm, Ren Kuang and No. 8 were lying side by side on the ground, motionless.
A ghost suddenly emerged from the ground, grabbed the two of them, and sank into the earth again.
I don't know how long it took, but Ren Kuang finally woke up under the call of a strange force.
"Brother, you finally woke up, you scared me to death."
Ren Xin was pleasantly surprised, but also a little scared.
"Did you know? Your ability to wake up this time is the result of the joint efforts of all believers."
"Everyone is praying for you and are willing to sacrifice everything, even their own lives."
Ren Kuang was surprised and said: "Did the believers save me?"
Even at the last moment, knowing that he was bound to die, Ren Kuang never thought of sacrificing his followers to protect himself.
What he uses is all the power of faith accumulated by believers.
Unexpectedly, after falling into a deep sleep, the believers donated money one after another.
This moved Ren Kuang very much.
He looked inside, his face full of shock and disbelief.
Is this really your own conscious space?
Rather than some powerful inner world?
Ren Kuang almost suspected that he had advanced to the seven-star cultivation level.
Before, his consciousness space was wider and more real than that of ordinary people.
But it is still a barren dead land.
Just like this dark continent, there is no life at all.
The only place that is somewhat lively is the ocean of consciousness.
There are elves there.
But now, he felt like he was in a paradise.
There is the sun and the moon in the sky.
There are mineral veins and vegetation on the ground.
There are also some elixirs.
What's even more outrageous is that there are even some flying insects and animals.
This is not the consciousness space, it is clearly the dimensional space that the strong man transformed into after death.