Chapter 59 The War of Divine Mind

Just as Wu Pengwei left the underground world, two days later, "Mr. Li" swept into the huge gate like wind and fog. It was a sea of fire that greeted it.

The fire has reached the extreme, and the bloody fire is coming to an end.

Tens of millions of blood cocoon have turned into a pool of blood, and in the fire that the bear column can burn everything, it turns into black smoke without trace.

"Mr. Li" is pale and doesn't say a word. He doesn't care about these nutrients. For these human nutrients, the thunder wings stored in the Gufeng Black Hall are important treasures.

But when he returned to the black hall, he found that the place where the thunder's wings were originally stored was empty, and even the emperor-level soul weapon "Taihao Zhaotian Mirror" disappeared without a trace. "Mr. Li" could no longer maintain a calm face, but his facial features were distorted and his face was ferocious.

He stepped into the storage place of "Taihao Zhaotian Mirror" and bent down. He only found a wisp of green silk. This small evidence made "Mr. Li" suddenly angry, and he couldn't help roaring up to the sky.

"Green Emperor, you old man, I'm going to tear you alive..."

The roar was like thunder, and a thick golden light spewed out of "Mr. Li", easily piercing the top paper of the black hall and stabbing the infinitely deep ground.

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In the infinite ring, the sky is torn apart, and it seems to have become another world.

In addition to the door of thoughts floating in the sky, a large cyan world has appeared for no reason. The cyan world is all over the sky and the earth, occupying a small piece of space of the infinite Ring of heaven and earth. Moreover, these cyan worlds are constantly spreading, and there seems to be a tendency to devour the whole fantasy.

In the cyan world, countless giant trees stand in the sky. Under the giant trees, there are countless cyan wood people derived from the trees. The faces are cold, the limbs are dull, holding a wooden knife or stick in their hands, and their movements are stiff.

These wooden people are still spreading and gathering, constantly converging at the junction of the cyan world and the infinite Lord of the Ring, as if the soldiers and horses are mobilizing.

In the center of these towering giant trees, hundreds of thousands of miles away, there is an unusually tall giant tree that connects the sky and the earth, like a palace. Among the giant trees, the thin face of the Qing Emperor looms.

"Fight forward and devour this world, so that they dare to violate the majesty of the Qing Emperor..."

A wave of sound swept through the whole green world like a wave. After hearing this sound, countless tree warriors had a shin in their eyes, and their movements were no longer stiff, but rushed to the border like a tide.

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"See, this is the war of divine thoughts."

In the fantasy of the Ring of the Rings, on a towering mountain, Wu Pengwei was stepping on a huge stone and looking into the distance. Next to him, "Yin" was talking in a gloomy tone.

"Is there no way to deal with it?" Wu Pengwei looked at the green world like a locust, and his expression was erratic and difficult to think about.

"What should I do? How dare you ask me what to do?" "Yin" jumped up like a snake, and his voice was loud. He changed his previous feminine style: "What should I do? Shit, at the beginning, I asked you to pour the spirit of 'unintentional' qi and blood into your own fantasy. You didn't listen. Now it's okay. They came to the door, and you didn't even have at least a life. Let What about this Dragon Emperor? Even if my divine world is integrated into the infinite ring, it is not enough for the old bastard of the Qing Emperor to drink a pot.

"Yin" hates teeth. It did not expect that the world of Qingdi's divine mind was so powerful, which derived an army of trees. Moreover, in the world of Qingdi's divine thoughts, there is infinite vitality, and countless tree warriors can be born in the vigorous vitality. These are all It's "yin" that was unexpected.

The divine world of Qingdi is a complete world. With the cycle of life and death and a strong vitality, it is very tricky.

As for "yin", there are only some primary beasts in its divine world. At most, they fight in groups and rob female beasts. Compared with the divine world of Qingdi, which has evolved into human-shaped creatures and has a simple military system, it is simply fragile and vulnerable.

There is an elementary civilization in the other party's world, but "yin" does not.

"Das, if I hadn't been sealed..."

At the thought of this, "Yin" gritted his teeth. Tens of thousands of years of cage life made its strength stiff, and there was no progress.

It seemed that he saw the helplessness of "Yin", and Wu Pengwei smiled.

"Damn it, when did you still laugh? Let me tell you, those damn tree people are constantly devouring your world. They are advancing step by step. Without an inch of land, the huge mind of the Qing Emperor will devour it and transform it. Do you see the huge trees in that class? Wait a minute. It won't take long for it to get bigger and bigger, and the image will become clearer and clearer. When it becomes a complete and huge palace, boy, I tell you, you have nothing to do with it.

"Yin" was a little angry, and his voice sounded like a gunfire.

"Why?"

"Why? The reason is very simple. The war in the divine world is a plunder war. Your world will be absorbed by it, but it will not be retained. It will be completely devoured and transformed into the form of its world. Do you understand? The Qing Emperor was born from the wooden elements of the world. Its world is destined to be a world dominated by trees, where tree people will be born. The supreme existence will be completely different from that human beings are dominated in your spiritual world. The humble grass and tree elves in your world are the spirit of all things in the fantasy of Qing Emperor, and vice versa. And that giant wood is the core of the world of Qingdi Shennian. Its continuous improvement means the integrity and strength of civilization. Damn boy, do you understand?

Wu Pengwei turned his head and looked straight at "Yin". The latter looked angry. After a while, the dark-haired teenager opened his lips and smiled: "Hey, don't be nervous. I know it's just teasing you."

After saying this, Wu Pengwei swept down the cliff like the wind.

"Yin" stayed there. After a long time, he came to his senses and roared loudly at Wu Pengwei's distant figure: "Kid, is it fun to tease me?"

Wu Pengwei's clear and intermittent voice came from a distance.

"It's not fun, but it's even..."

"Yin" was stunned again, but in an instant, he understood the meaning of Wu Pengwei's words. When they first met, "Yin" did scare Wu Pengwei.

"This bastard is even more of a bastard than 'Xiao Wei'. What time is it?"

The seven orifices of "Yin" gave him a smoke. Unexpectedly, the host who had always been indifferent would also give it this move. At this time, Lei came over from the cliff, sat down beside "Yin" and said with a smile, "Lao Yin, you are really dizzy. Think about it, when did that boy do something uncertain?"

"Hear? What's the point? At this time, how can he, a guy in the early stage of the creation, deal with the ancient god who has the peak of the creation, or even the ancient god who is only half a step away from the realm of 'divine refining', thunder, your brain has also been struck by lightning." Yin stared at Lei with disdain.

Lei laughed and didn't say anything. He just pointed to the direction Wu Pengwei left.

"Yin" looked in the direction, and then he realized that it was the field of the door of death, and there, a powerful divine thought overflowed like mercury.

"Yin" suddenly became silent and thoughtful.

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In the "Gate of Death", the bloody clouds are still dense.

However, compared with the dense and disordered clouds in the past, today's blood clouds are sparse.

Layers of blood clouds are superimposed like circles, like the ripples of water waves.

In the innermost layer, just below the strongest blood cloud, a bloody mountain rises from the ground. The peak of the mountain is a dark gate inserted into the clouds. In front of the door, a man with long hair sat there with a golden knife.

The man has a long bloody hair and wears a black and red intertwined Shura mask. His eyes are burning, and the continuous bloody fireworks loom in the depths of his pupils. He overlooks the earth under his feet, with a majestic god.

But on the ground swept by his eyes, those blood Shura crawling in the blood-colored plasma will tremble uncontrollably. These guys who don't know what pain and life and death are, who live in killing all day long, are afraid of this pair of flame-like eyes from the depths of their souls, and the cold flames hidden in their eyes. Let them be doomed.

So they crawled and knelt down, and did not dare to act rashly before the god gave further instructions.

And behind these bloody Shura, under the continuous mountains, many village forms of civilization have emerged. They may not produce, but they already know that although killing is the focus of evolution, it also needs life.

The molten pulp in the gate of death also began to form a scale. Under the guidance of Guishura Bai Nian'an's divine thoughts, these molten slurry began to form many lakes, magnificent rivers, and even spawned some primitive life, such as fish or snakes, but after the gate of death and the quenching of the molten slurry, they It is strangely shaped and has some flame attack capabilities that real-world creatures do not have.

These fire fish and fire snakes have become the best food for the blood Shura family.

Usually, they will fight and evolve on a tribal basis, but after fighting, they will take food in rivers and lakes, and then recuperate in the village at the foot of the mountain.

They pile up simple stones, build houses, and even some small and simple fortresses to resist the meteor showers or fire storms that often blow down for no reason in the door of death. Although these simple equipment can't have a greater resistance to natural disasters at all, the blood Shura began to consciously resist. It's bad weather, not just killing.

These are all taught by the bloody man under the towering gate.

In the hearts of these blood Shura, the man wearing the mask of Shura is the supreme god.

A gust of wind swept through the red world like fire, and Wu Pengwei's figure quietly appeared beside Gui Shura.

"Brother Nian, how are you getting ready?"

The man with long blood-red hair turned his head, smiled proudly, pointed to his feet and said, "One hundred thousand Shura warriors, follow your orders at any time."

As soon as the voice came out, the blood Shuras on the ground straightened up, beat their chests and feet, and roared up to the sky.

(Sorry for being late)