Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

In eternal dreams, a war is unfolding.

This is a positive and negative side of a god at war. Without this divine body, man's power is greatly restricted, but within this divine body, he is not weaker than the Lord of dreams.

After all, here he is a fantasy dream, a fantasy dream is him.

So when the two will go to war, even the means are close.

In this dream of eternity, they swept over the river, causing an infinite wave of wind, the Lord of the world.

Punishing God Thunder, Burning Fire, Nine Showers of Fire, Light of Extinction, etc., all kinds of means take turns.

All sorts of heavenly soldiers will be illusioned, but not all are fictitious, but the Dream Pokémon will evolve, nightmare attack. But fantasy dreams can summon nightmares, and human ancestors can, so both sides simultaneously summon their subordinates and simultaneously destroy them, which is a cellular war that occurs in their own bodies.

The ancestors are not well yet, but the dreamlord is heartbroken, so stop this suicide attack first.

“Stop calling them. It's between you and me!” He shouted.

But the ancestors ignored it.

The true master of the Fantasy Dream Lord is still the Fantasy Dream, not him. In that case, he has nothing to be heartbroken about.

That is the difference between vested and undeserved interests.

As “usurpers”, people need to think about how they will always come to power, not what they will have to pay before they come to power. The fantasy owner needs to think about breaking too hard and breaking these pots in the house.

So the “request” of the fantasy lord is completely ignored.

On the contrary, after seeing the death of the Dream Lord's Heartache Pokémon, the ancestors gathered more and more.

A large number of Dream Pokémon have been summoned and transformed into Heavenly Soldiers, forcing them from killing to the Lord of Dreams.

“Bastard, bastard! ”

In the deep void of eternal dreams, the Lord of Fantasy Dreams has turned into an infinite mouthful, a big mouthful, and has sucked those Dream Pokémon back into his body.

But in the course of his suction, an invisible runoff erupted suddenly, forming an annihilating flood in that huge mouth, striking 708 down the fantasy of the Lord of Fantasy.

“Bastard!” The Lord of the Fantasy Dreams makes an outrageous drinking cry.

The twisted face reshaped and the roaring thunder fell from the sky one after the other.

But the ancestors remain calm.

“Don't be so angry, you know, all these years I've been studying you. The fact that I didn't take your place just because they found me doesn't mean I don't have your strength. ”

As he spoke, a black flame poured out and thundered into the sky.

The flame surged, smashing down that road and wrapping the fantasy around the body in reverse, like a rope.

“What's going on? What is this?” The Lord of Fantasy exclaimed in surprise that he could not perceive the essence of this black flame stream.

“This is the love silk that I have gathered for so many years of sadness, grief, jealousy, bitterness and other negative emotions that have condensed. Those in this silk will feel infinite despair, no more fighting heart, fighting will.” Ancestors answered.

This desperate silk weakens the fighting spirit. It is because the Chinese do not want to struggle half the time. It may be better for God in general, but this is a dream space duel, and spiritual will is everything. Dismantling is no longer merely a weakening of the will to fight, but has a tremendous impact along with the whole spiritual and power dimension.

At this moment, under the influence of Jealousy, the power of the Lord of Fantasy faded rapidly.

He screamed, "No, no, no. How did that happen? That's impossible!”

Boom!

The Lord of Fantasy has turned into a giant tree.

Spirit Tree.

This is his body, the root of which is the spiritual tentacle, deeply embedded in the spiritual space, absorbing all spiritual forces.

The Lord of Fantasy refused to give up, and his final will remained intransigent, dancing at its roots, occupying the entire sky and regaining its grandeur.

“This is my world. Nobody takes it!” The Lord of the Fantasy Dreams roared, and the absolute silk wrapped around him broke, never the love of the Fantasy Dreams, but let the ancestors themselves groan and retreat.

Though there was no sign of serious injury, at that moment, the ancestral momentum apparently subsided.

As has been said, this is the world of the Dreamlord, who, after all, is still this body, the subject of this world, whose spiritual power is much greater than that of its ancestors.

When the Lord of Fantasy erupts in its entirety, its power is terrible, powerful, and even desperate.

Yet at that time, the ancestors hey and smile: "Finally show up? Your body. That's all I'm waiting for. ”

Fantasy Dream Beam: “Do you have any other backhand? You can't have any more backhand. ”

“No, I have!” The weather has swelled on our ancestors, and the white light shines like a daylight.

“Contraindications! How did you get taboo power? It's impossible!” Fantasy dreams shocked and shouted.

This time without Jealousy, he was so desperate.

The human ancestor was a Immortal, but after several conversions, he had long lost his Immortal Power.

Why does he still have the power?

“I gave it to him.” Next to Su Shen softly.

“You gave it to me?” Fantasy dreams, then angry: “I promised you wouldn't interfere! ”

“I didn't interfere. That's what he asked me before the war, to supplement his strength, to deal with you too... it's called prewar preparation, not to ask me to intervene.” Su Shen replied.

It's true.

As far back as the land, in contact with Su Shen, the ancestors demanded this immortality from Su Shen.

At that time, Su Shen didn't know what he was going to do.

Now he understands.

That's what he's gonna do!

People themselves can no longer cultivate immortal power, but immortal power can devour divine power, as such, and can continue to devour and grow. Although the ancestors themselves could not transform this immortality into their own power, it doesn't matter, all he wants is the process by which immortality devours divine power.

When the Lord of Dreams changed his body, it was his strongest moment and his weakest moment.

The power of immortality swells rapidly, and greed absorbs the power of dreams.

It wasn't that fast that immortality swallowed up the power to convert.

But this is a spiritual world, and everything is fictitious, exaggerated, untrue.

A little bit of immortality, a real reflection, in exchange for infinity pounds, with the addition of the ancestors, but also a rapid expansion.

So the original colorful eternal dream, suddenly covered by white light fog, was quickly filled with space, and the ocean quickly drowned everything.

“No, no, no!” The Lord of Fantasy screams wildly, but no matter how the Spirit Tree waves its roots, it cannot stop the expansion of Immortality.

When this immortal power extends to the end of the world, to the borders of all things, the desperate roar of the Lord of Fantasy finally stops.

His eternal dream has been completely transformed into a world based on immortality, which means that his negative personality has completely subverted him.

He's dead.

When the white light disappears, the eternal dream is no longer white, but is no longer the glow of a seven-color fan, but a silent black, if endless void.

The ancestors stood in the void and sighed.

“It's over. It's finally over. ”

“It's not over. There are five gods out there.” Su Shen Dao.

“It doesn't matter. When we get out, they're dead.” Ancestors answered.

“That's true. ”

Source world.

A great war of fairies is unfolding.

The Mother Sky, the Goddess of the Moon, the Lord of Rage, the Lord of Fire Swords, the Great Beast, these five gods are in a bitter battle.

Long awaited, finally returned.

But the world has long changed, and the nations they once existed as food and energy have now reached the point where they can resist their chambers. The sword that flew in, the power of the immortal that ravaged them, surprised them, shocked them and made them difficult to understand.

Immortals return!

It's the only thought that comes back to their mind.

The power of taboos, which once brought terror to them, has finally prevailed again today.

Although the five gods are powerful and mighty, the infinite density of numbness in front of them, like the locusts, makes them even more afraid.

If the heavenly soldiers summoned by the ancestors will be illusory, then every ethnic monk in this world is a true heavenly soldier.

They pedaled the clouds, grabbed the magic, unleashed the fairy arts, swallowed the clouds and threw up the mist.

The various means unfold in an orderly manner, turning the sky into a stage for their performances, and even the sun and moon stars appear dim in the light of the fairies.

Brush, brush! Brush!

Even the glow of the goddess of the moon is diminished by the flashes of white light.

Her face was as white as frost, and she murdered violently: "Ignorant man, let you feel the wrath of God when you wish to obstruct God's footsteps with a humble body! ”

With this talk, there are microlight waves in the sky.

As if something had boiled, the air fluctuated suddenly, and the whole sky was boiling in a large pot, warming up and getting warmer.

Moonlight, it's the reflection of sunlight.

Most of the time, the moonlight is cool.

But when the moon god is angry, the moonlight restores its radiant essence.

Like the sun came down, the heavens trembled in the wrath of the Moon God, and the world burned under the flames of God and boiled.

At the same time, everyone feels the horror of the temperature coming, not from the outside, but from the inside, from every corner of the perimeter, every position, so unprotected.

The surge of light distorted space, making it difficult for everyone to control, and even immortality could not transform this ubiquitous high temperature, barely sustaining the mood, but thus enduring greater suffering.

The screaming rose, and one man after another, the monks fell out of the air like burned mosquitoes. Even the masses such as Li Wuyi Jiangjusheng could not stop the world from changing.

God is as powerful as hell, Rusty!

But at this moment, a shadow rushed into the sky and turned into a dragon of the Nine Skylarks spraying a bite against the goddess of the moon.

The candle dragon is really flaming, Gu Xiaoluo.

Fire to fire!

Gu Xiaoluo fought in the simplest and fiercest way, this mouthful of true inflammation, poured all her energy, immortality, poured more of her infinite will, with a strong blood force blow in the sky, made a sound like a tortoise.