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With a roar of the dragon, Can Nian's will was directly shattered in half.

The Space Lord was roaring, roaring, countless tentacles gathered together to form a vast world, shrouded in the dragon.

"This is my body, it's useless even if you come, let's smash it together!"

Ye Zichuan felt his will fly and merged with the dragon's phantom.

The two are not a kind of creatures at all, but now there is no contradiction, they are perfectly fused together.

"This is the blood of our race, and the ruler is not qualified to occupy it!" An old and majestic voice came.

Ye Zichuan felt his will become stronger than ever, and rushed to the master of space.

"No one can come! The god wants to rule the world! The god wants to open a new era of the gods!"

The Space Lord is also roaring.

Having hidden for so long, waiting for countless dark times, now he has finally recovered, and he will never allow himself to fall here.

The severed civilization of the gods, he wants to awaken the gods again and let the glory of the gods shine on the universe.

I have to say that after hiding for so long, the Lord of Space's will has recovered really quickly.

Especially Ye Zichuan himself, the faster his power grows, the more feedback he brings to the Lord God, so his will becomes so strong.

Facing this will, Ye Zichuan felt that even the power of the dragon could not resist.

"Little Golden Crow, haven't you shot yet?" The dragon said in a low voice.

"Asshole, don't instigate this uncle, you are not qualified yet!"

A roar of dissatisfaction sounded, accompanied by the crisp sound of birdsong, a bright golden light appeared in Ye Zichuan's mind.

The Fire Feather of the Golden Crow!

Ye Zichuan didn't expect to have such a use. This was also the will of the Golden Crow and appeared here at this time.

"Let's do it together!" said the dragon.

The Golden Crow turned into a round of sun, hung in the air, releasing terrifying temperature and heat.

"You can't go together, just crush them all!"

The Space Lord roared, and all the power exploded at this time.

The golden crow screamed, like a sea of ​​fire pouring down, and the dragon's roar cracked the sky, as if it penetrated the long river of time and shattered the entire universe.

The will of the Space Lord God is diminishing and weakening, and even his voice has become smaller and smaller, almost disappearing.

"Ah! I'm not reconciled!"

"I will be back!"

The Space Lord roared unwillingly, his will turned into a stream of light, and he was about to fly back into the fragments of the godhead.

"Stop him! Can't let him run!" the dragon roared.

At this moment, a white sword light flashed and flew out of the fragments of the godhead.

"Do not!"

The Space Lord made a desperate voice and ran into this sword light head-on, and the last remaining ray of will was directly cut off.

Seeing the sword light rushing out of the debris, Ye Zichuan was slightly taken aback.

It turned out to be the magic sword of a heavenly master!

At that time, he was absorbed by the fragments of the godhead, and he thought he was suppressed, but he did not expect to be born at this moment and helped him.

"Successor?" said the dragon looking at the magic sword.

The sword whispered, then tore Ye Zichuan's mind, and disappeared.

Ye Zichuan looked confused, always feeling that today's things were strange everywhere.

The dragon separated from Ye Zichuan's body, hovered in front of him, and said: "This ray of will will soon dissipate. If you have any questions, just ask."

Ye Zichuan looked at them and said, "You left dragon blood and fire feathers just for this moment? Why?"

"Why?" A flash of self-deprecation flashed in the dragon's eyes: "Cannibalism."

"Killing each other?" Ye Zichuan frowned, becoming more puzzled.

The giant dragon glanced at him and said, "Golden Core, Yuan Ying, Du Jie, have you heard of these?"

Ye Zichuan opened his mouth wide, how could he have never heard of this thing, Huaxia Land's method of cultivation, the cultivation realm in countless novels are all written in this way.

But the first mention of Jindan should be recorded in ancient Taoist books.

"The gods practice civilization, in fact, there are also classifications, like the master god of space, they cultivate the godhead, but we cultivate the golden core, the soul."

Ye Zichuan can squeeze an egg with his mouth open. Are there any factions in the civilization of the gods?

"There are thousands of avenues, and different paths lead to the same goal. It is impossible to say who is right and who is wrong. You can only say that you take a different path. The final destination is the same. Just like your current world, many people do it for wealth and power, but the road they take is all Different."

"Cultivation means to comprehend one’s own body, strengthen one’s body, and finally understand the mystery in the bloodline, which is called gene in your world, and integrates the mystery of your own, coupled with the combination of energy. This is the Godhead, and the golden core is the same. In the later period, the golden elixir transformed the Nasal Infant and merged with the human soul."

"But because of the different ideas, the civilizations of these two factions regard each other as aliens, think it is wrong, and both want to destroy each other."

"So, I say this is cannibalism."

The dragon sighed.

"It is because of our self-harm and killing that we gave the enemy the opportunity to take advantage of the emptiness, and the entire civilization was destroyed."

"Enemy?" Ye Zichuan frowned. What kind of enemy can destroy such a glorious and powerful civilization of the gods?

Those gods that have evolved to the extreme, each possessing the power to destroy the world, will be destroyed?

"The universe is huge, the heavens and worlds, and the number of civilizations that were born, there will be civilizations falling and disappearing every moment. Without the power of self-preservation, they can only be swallowed and destroyed by stronger civilizations."

"This is the nature of this world. The weak eats the strong, it is the same everywhere."

Ye Zichuan's heart was shaken.

What the giant dragon said really refreshed his three views and cognition, and he once again had a new understanding of the vastness of the universe.

"Okay, there is only so much to say, time is up." The dragon looked at him: "Go your way, don't think too much, don't give up, the fire of the gods will be passed on forever."

After that, the dragon's figure disappeared.

The arrogant Golden Crow walked over and looked down at Ye Zichuan: "I don't know what he likes about you? No matter, my will will disappear. Let me give you one last gift."

A little bit of golden light fell, and then, the figure of the Golden Crow disappeared.

Ye Zichuan didn't stand up for a while, digesting the news just now.

The cultivation of immortals spread on this land turned out to be a branch of the civilization of the gods.

Jin Dan, Yuan Ying, and the Godhead are similar in different ways to the same work. They are all cultivated to a certain level, and they contain a person's genetic code.

If it is acquired by others, it can be passed on to others.

In addition to the genetic code, the Nascent Soul is also fused with the soul, and the godhead will also merge with the soul in the later stage, just like the sea god.

Ye Zichuan touched his chin, and he thought of more things.