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"It must be my father who moved his hands and feet on it!" Ye Mei gritted her teeth, angrily.

She felt that with her current power, even the Hongmeng Lingbao could be picked up.

Ye Zichuan smiled: "This is what you call a magic weapon, it's not a thing of the same dimension."

"Okay, then I will popularize higher-level things for you, so that you can learn more."

Ye Xiu and all three of them approached with bright eyes, wanting to hear what his father would say next.

Even Lin Yuyao and Su Peishan in the distance pricked their ears, wanting to know what Ye Zichuan was going to say.

"Cough cough." Ye Zichuan coughed twice, and then said: "You already know about the outer universe, and you also know the supreme existence of God of Creation."

"The next thing I want to tell you is the existence of a higher dimension."

"You all know that if the universe wants to grow, it must absorb the original energy. The universe we stayed in before absorbs the power of chaos, while my universe absorbs the power of the sacred."

"These two powers are a kind of origin, the most primitive energy, and the space with this energy is called the primitive space."

"There are currently six known primitive spaces. This is what the previous creation god told me, and in every primitive space, there are at least one or twenty creation gods."

"For example, in the Hongmeng space where I am, I am the nineteenth creation god."

After listening to what Ye Zichuan said, there was silence here, and there was no sound.

Everyone in the room stared with big and small eyes, and looked unclear and unbelievable.

What Ye Zichuan said had subverted them too much.

Knowing about the existence of the God of Creation had completely shocked them before, but now, so many God of Creation had suddenly appeared.

Is this a bad street?

Chuangshi Shen is too worthless.

"You don't need to show this expression. This kind of thing can actually be deduced. You all know the existence of outer universes, and naturally you should be able to guess that there is a creation god behind every universe. There is nothing unacceptable. "

"That said, but this is also..." Ye Xiu took a deep breath, the waves in his heart still hard to calm down.

"All universes actually originated from primitive space, how did the primitive space come from?" Ye Soul touched his chin and asked this question.

Ye Zichuan shrugged: "No one should be able to answer this question. Maybe other creation gods will know some."

"I really want to go and see in the original space." Ye Mei's eyes began to show stars.

Ye Zichuan ruthlessly shattered her fantasies: "Don't think about it. If you can't survive in that kind of place, the power of your origin can crush you, just like the earth creatures will die without oxygen. Similarly, only by mastering the origin can we survive in that kind of place."

"But even so, there is still a great danger. The previous creation god said that in addition to these creation gods, there are other creatures bred in primitive space, such as the chaotic gods and demons in the chaotic space. Strong and terrible."

Ye Mei spit out her pink tongue when she heard the words: "Then I still won't go."

"If you say that, isn't my father's current situation also very dangerous?" Ye Xiu frowned.

Ye Zichuan touched his chin and said, "It's not dangerous. As long as I don't go to Hongmeng Space, the universe is still expanding anyway. When the universe fully grows, my strength will reach its peak, and it won't be too late."

"fair enough."

After the people dispersed, Ye Zichuan took the small tripod and continued to look at it.

After a long while, he squeezed a drop of blood from his fingertips and blended it into the small cauldron.

boom!

With a roar, his consciousness was instantly pulled to another place, into the darkness.

"Where is this?" Ye Zichuan looked around warily, but couldn't see anything.

"Huh? Someone came in?" A message suddenly sounded in my mind.

Ye Zichuan was stunned for a moment. This feeling was like a message suddenly popped up from an online chat.

What the hell is this?

"Is this the new God of Creation?"

"Nineteenth? It's really prudent to actually integrate the Hongmeng Lingbao now?"

Ye Zichuan was stunned for a long time, and then reacted.

Looking at the messages in his mind, he also noticed the difference.

In front of each message, there is a number.

"You are?"

Ye Zichuan's mind fluctuated and sent a message.

Eleven: The newcomer doesn't look too smart.

Nine: The same was true when you first came in.

Eleven: fart, am I that stupid?

Eight: Stupid than the newcomer.

Ye Zichuan: "..."

This is really a fucking chat group, this is too vivid.

Finally, someone stood up and sent a serious message.

Six: This is a space for consciousness exchange. After the integration of the Hongmeng Lingbao, consciousness will come here and will be able to come in frequently in the future.

Each of them got the Hongmeng Lingbao, and all the Hongmeng Lingbao were born from the Hongmeng, so in theory, they are one.

After they have merged, they will naturally be able to communicate with consciousness.

It's really like a chat group.

Nine: Everyone comes out to chat, is it fun to keep diving?

Eight: Don't ask, since I came in, no one has spoken before the 5th.

Eleven: Aren't all dead?

Nine: If they die, our numbers will automatically increase.

Eight: Yeah, it's so boring. I don't know when I will be promoted to the first place. I want to be the boss.

Nine: You will die next time, and your number eight will be mine.

Eight: You kid is very arrogant, don't let me find you, or let the tenth become you now.

Seeing the messages that kept popping up, Ye Zichuan looked blank.

This Nima is really a chat group, the members of the group are still very social.

There is no doubt that these people are the 18 creation gods before him.

But now, Ye Zichuan could not see a trace of the creation god.

It's just a group of Internet spoilers, as well as the keyboard man.

He felt that his ideas had been subverted.

It seems that the end of science is theology, and it really is the truth, and now it's even back to the original point.

Eleven: On the nineteenth, what is your origin and what's your name?

After wrangling for a long time, someone finally asked a serious question.

Ye Zichuan: My name is Ye Zhetian.

The first time he entered here, he also knew that the heart of defense is indispensable, so he just picked a name.

Nine: Ye Zhetian?This kid has a crazy tone.

Ye Zichuan suddenly had a bad taste, and then sent a message: I am a female.

Eight:??

nine:??

eleven:??

Even Number Six, who only said one sentence, sent several question marks.

The information generated by this consciousness fluctuation is quite interesting.