I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 641: Origin (6)

Time is rolling.

An unknown number of years passed.

In the silent universe, suddenly there was color.

A azure planet is slowly spinning.

There is no psionic energy on this planet, nor any other supernatural energy.

A very rare and very rare material world.

For one hundred universes, there may only be one such materialistic world.

Every such world is covered and protected by the fog of infinite time and space.

Almost never be discovered!

But things are quietly changing.

A shooting star crossed the sky.

Brought a soul for the future.

History has entered a new branch and opened up a whole new world.

So, the materialistic protective cover exploded.

This world is like a lamb without protection, exposed to all predators.

A golden door opens.

Seraph, flying out of it.

He looked at the world.

"Lord..." He prayed: "This is a brand new pasture!"

"I will spread your faith to every corner of this world!"

His voice hasn't finished.

There is a new tunnel opening.

A huge hideous monster, covered with maggots, countless rotting wounds, and lethal germs flow out.

"Quack..."

"All beings are rotten, and everything is immortal!"

"The great father of the epidemic will dedicate this world to the most noble father!"

Countless children of the plague, gushing from behind the tunnel, like a tide, instantly engulfing the Seraphim that just flew out.

The father of the plague roared triumphantly.

The dark side of the entire world was shaken by the roar of the father of the disease.

The spiritual ocean that has been deposited for thousands of years has been revived.

The father of the plague screamed while throwing a plague spore from the noble God and immortal father to the blue planet.

Falling point...

It is the ruins of the shrine of Fuso's Osaka, the Great Myojin.

The spore fell, took root instantly, and then sank into the ground.

Combine with the remnant soul in the shrine to produce a brand-new monster.

But the march of the father of the plague had just begun, and he had to stop.

Because his invasion disturbed the waves of time and space and attracted guards from a certain time and space.

A great wall of steel rises from the back of the world.

Bronze-cast golden man poked his head from behind the Great Wall of Steel.

In its pair of bronze pupils, the radiance of the formation swayed.

"System self-check starts..."

"Determine the anchor of time and space..."

"Connect to the Xianqin Star Observatory..."

"Disconnected..."

"Call the Xianqin Expeditionary Army..."

"No response to call..."

"Retrieve surrounding time and space..."

"Found the enemy!"

"Son of Nurgle, Kukas, father of plague!"

"Start the Xianqin defense system!"

"Release the Immortal Qin Pottery Warrior Corps!"

"Wake up the Corps Commander!"

"The commander has awakened!"

"Five Masters of the Immortal Qin, the Lieutenant of the Expeditionary Army, Your Excellency Meng Yi is online!"

The bronze and gold man unfolded immediately.

A series of fairy Qin rune cannons appeared on the Great Wall.

The immortal Qin pottery warriors corps that awakened automatically immediately went into battle.

And Nurg's legion, found an old enemy.

It was also extremely jealous. The two sides were fighting together on the dark side of this world.

Xianqin golden figures and pottery figurines are not afraid of diseases and fungi.

Kukas, the father of the disease, has cannon fodder and spores.

The battle with each other was at a stalemate at the beginning.

At this moment, the Seraphim, who had been swallowed by the father of the plague, was slowly creeping.

A golden mechanical eyeball was drilled out of its body surface.

"This is my world!"

God issued his declaration.

So, the gates of the kingdom of heaven, which had been closed, were all opened.

A team of angels from heaven swarmed out.

Under the will of the gods, they rushed to the father of the plague and the Great Wall of Immortal Qin like a tide.

Tripartite melee, tearing the dark side of the world apart.

The dead angel and the corpses of the diseased soldier piled together and sank into the depths of the spiritual ocean.

Sisi aura, overflowing from it.

Reiki recovery has begun!

At the moment when the aura recovers.

A terrifying portal tore a huge gap in the dark side of the world.

The Gate of Kardas.

The pyramid rises, and the black pharaoh sits on it.

Countless babbles echo in the dark side of the world.

Whether it is the Xianqin Expeditionary Army, the Plague Army, or the angels, at this moment, they are deprived of their ability to perceive and think.

Time seems to stand still.

"This is the world that breeds the master!" Black Pharaoh declared.

"This is the honor of this world!"

"It's lucky too!"

At the same time, behind Pharaoh Black, an indescribable figure appeared.

The avatars of the faceless gods appear here one by one.

They all have ghosts, according to their own wishes, on the back of this world, doing whatever they want.

They tamper with cognition and modify memory.

Even, from the portal of the kingdom, the corpses of the gods who have died were dragged out, and they were buried in the dark side of the world.

Then, these avatars screamed.

Black Pharaoh ignored them.

As long as these guys don't destroy and influence the birth of great masters.

Then let them go!

The Black Pharaoh himself, even joined it.

He quietly threw the light and shadow of a kitten into the dark side of this world.

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Ten years later.

Reiki rejuvenation has begun to truly affect the world.

The Taoist priests, zombies, and ghosts of the East all began to appear.

There are also paladins, vampires, werewolves, and witches in the West.

In the heart of the newly born Great Xia Empire.

A few meteors fell on the top of Bear Mountain.

That night, a peasant family surnamed Ling dreamed of Shao Siming, the patron saint of babies passed down from generation to generation.

Since then, the Lingshi has become the sacrificial priest of the young commander.

In the past ten years, Ling's reputation has risen.

The patriarch, Ling An, even became a guest of the Daxia Royal Family, and became a founding member of the original official transcendent organization-Heiyiwei.

At this moment, Ling An dreamed of Shao Si Ming.

The goddess ordered him to prepare a ritual.

For the next few years, the spiritual family prepared the ritual with all their strength.

During the preparation process, the Ling clan members began to dream and hear all kinds of strange and unknown chattering.

Someone is going crazy.

Even, someone becomes unknown after death.

At this time, the Ling family finally began to notice the abnormality.

However, Ling An suppressed all opinions.

The patriarch of the spirit family has long been controlled by unknown babbling.

Become a puppet of horror.

A few more years.

The ritual is finally ready to be completed, only a ceremony is held to bring the goddess from the kingdom of God to the mortal world.

At this time, Ling An suddenly woke up.

He knew the great mission of the Ling Family.

So, he went to the imperial capital, met with the emperor at the time, and left a page of memorials filled with taboo text.

After doing this, Ling An returned to the ancestral land.

Back here.

He opened the ritual with his own hands.

It's not the goddess who is attracted by the ritual.

But from an indescribable messenger.

One after another, like a tree, monsters with huge hooves and tentacles all walked out of the ritual.

Then, they committed suicide one by one in the shocked look of the Ling clan people.

The terrifying blood melted into the earth, soaking the rituals.

Soak the power into it.

The sound of truth and wisdom echoed in the ears of every Ling clan.

Make them aware of their great mission!

They willingly stepped onto the sacrifice stage of ceremonies.

Sacrifice your flesh and soul to the immortal gods!

So, in the body of a mortal, with the power of rituals.

They not only attracted the power of the young man.

Also attracted the supernatural power of Donghuang Taiyi.

And above the ritual, a terrifying foreign **** appeared quietly.

Insert the tentacles into the brilliance of the ritual track.

After seven generations, the power of the gods will fade from the descendants of the Ling family.

The seed bred in it will be born!

The great supreme will be born in this world.

With the human body, flesh and blood, the seven orifices are opened to give birth to a true independent personality and intelligence.

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Spiritual peace is like a bystander, witnessing all this.

A scene flashed by.

The life of the ancestors of the Ling family.

His ancestors migrated from Jingchu to Guangnan.

Each generation of ancestors can only breed offspring with messengers sent by the Dark Mother God.

The bloodline is thin from generation to generation, and the divine power is weakened.

When his father was born, Guangming was a masterpiece.

The supernatural power of Taiyi finally broke out from the supernatural power of the young man.

At this time, the strength of this Xiongshan ritual also split up, fell to Guangnan, and appeared in the belly of a pregnant woman.

The child was born, and she was a cute little girl.

My parents named her Salsa.

Because, before she was born, the little girl's father dreamed of a cute girl, in front of his bed, Sasha, Sasha's babble.

In Jiangcheng City in Guangnan, the boy's parents also gave him a name.

A well-determined name: Ling Qingyun!

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Lingping let out a sigh of relief.

He looked over his head.

"So, after my father died, I never dreamed of him..."

"Because he is already dead!"

"His divine power, divine kingdom, and divine blood have all become a barrier to my flesh!"

The World of Nine Songs...

Already at stake.

To save the world.

The **** bred by the sun sacrificed himself.

"I'm really amazing!" Lingping sighed.

For him, the gods of Jiuge World sacrifice themselves.

Not only use divine power, divine kingdom, and divine blood to build a barrier to protect him.

Lest he know and get in touch with the real world prematurely.

The emperor who has the world of mountains and seas separates his own soul and uses his spirituality as a nutrient.

The embryonic form of his personality was born.

Know all of this.

Ling sat down slowly.

He leaned against the stone wall of the ancestral house and looked at the ritual.

His humanity began to question himself.

"Who am I?"

God of blindness and foolishness?

Or the East Emperor Taiyi?

Or the emperor of the world of mountains and seas?

Who formed me?

He looked at Qin Lu on the earth.

The Odin gods of Northern Qinlu... seem to be alive~ IndoMTL.com~ are actually broken corpses.

The walking dead.

Similarly, there are the Greek gods.

Even...

The King of Angels in the Bone Church also has a shadow behind him.

The shadow of the godless god.

These are puppets, puppets.

It's just a toy that has been shaped, tampered with and modified.

What about him?

Is he a toy?

This question, if you can’t figure it out.

Ling Ping An knows that he will never have the courage to take that crucial step.