Chapter 1156: A Willful Epic

The cyan dragon hovers above the sky, and the spiritual body carrying the vigorous will has completed the transformation and is full of vigorous vitality. At this time, this vitality evaporates and permeates the surrounding earth, driving the development of this piece of land. Plants grow and develop extremely fast, and even mutate.

Morea has not set foot in the field of the law of life, but he has a deep understanding of the law of death. And life and death are endlessly entangled laws like twins. They seem to be opposites, but they are actually the laws of oneness.

It is like the underworld god who controls death and judges the sins of the dead souls. Most of them hold the authority to give the dead souls a new life. The birth of every newborn is generally inseparable from the underworld god who represents death.

And Muria, who used the power of the Seven Desolation Demon Gods to get involved in the law of death, therefore also has a lot of understanding of the law of life. Although this level cannot be compared with the gods in charge of the law of life, the vitality used to stimulate the plants in a place is More than enough.

Epic is such a rogue existence. No matter what the law is, for epic, there is only a question of whether to control it, but not whether it can be controlled. And this is also the place where the gods who have been stuck in their own priesthood and have not been able to further believe in it for tens of thousands of years are envious and jealous.

At this time, Muria is using his insignificant law of life to fulfill the wish of this erectus ape tribe not to starve. There are wild fruit trees that can bear fruit, and there are some wild fruit trees that look like weeds and have not been harvested. The tame cereals of these erect apes, which can be eaten by the naked eye, grow rapidly.

Such miraculous changes in the surroundings immediately attracted the eyes of those erect apes. They looked at the edible fruit trees with surprise, which were growing rapidly, mixed with some "weeds" that they didn't know what function they had.

And this kind of change also slightly dissipated the dissatisfaction of these erect apes. They could see that it was the Lord of the Sky who descended, and the great power displayed made these fruit trees grow rapidly.

But there are still some resentful upright apes in their hearts. Although these wild fruits can also satisfy their hunger, they can't be compared with meat anyway.

"Your prayers, don't go hungry!"

Picking out all the fruit-bearing plants in a radius of a hundred miles that could be used for planting, Muria hung down the dragon head that had become somewhat illusory, and stared at the erect ape priest who had shown fanaticism in front of him.

"I have achieved it!"

The cyan dragon circled in the sky, and then collapsed, leaving only a thick cyan light, which fell into the brow of the erect ape priest below.

"Farming method!" The Priest Erectus, who was hit by Qingguang, knelt on the ground and was stunned for a long time.

Then came back to his senses, muttered to himself, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Praise the great lord of the sky..." The upright ape priest, who understood what the coming stalwart existence had left for him, kowtowed on the altar like crazy.

The Lord of the Sky, who had just displayed his mighty power, not only left them a meal to fill their stomachs, but also left enough methods for their tribe not to suffer from hunger for generations.

farming!

This is the gift left by Muria, whose will came to this world, enjoyed the scenery of the other world, and resolved the boredom for a moment. Originally, this tribe could have a carnival feast where they could eat all they could eat, but because of his arrival, they could only eat vegetarian food.

If he just spawned a bunch of wild fruits for them, that would be too bad. Therefore, he left behind the basic conditions for the formation of civilization, the method of farming.

Whether nomadic or hunting, their food sources are extremely unstable and are easily affected by various environmental factors. In contrast, the food obtained by farming is very stable. And a stable food source is the foundation of civilization.

As for the intention of Muria to leave the farming method, the ape-man priest couldn't understand at all. The only thing he could understand was that this method would allow them to have a stable source of food in the future and no longer have to worry about starving, and this Will suffice.

In the wild land where the fire of wisdom has just been born, what kind of changes a tribe that can eat well can bring to the world is very exciting.

At least, this is the case in Muria, who left behind the farming method. An inadvertent, a trivial gift can change a world and create civilization.

The impact of powerful power fascinates Morea, but only a newcomer like him can do this kind of thing. Because normal epics generally ignore this kind of prayer from another world.

Even if the object of their prayer and worship is very consistent with their own strength, there is no epic that will consume their own strength and lower their will, because this is a fruitless and extremely time-consuming behavior.

Of course, it cannot be said that Muria's act of descending will this time is a waste of power, and he still has something to gain. For example, this was just born in the void, the coordinates of the world in the void that gave birth to life not long ago.

"But it's still useless!"

Muria, who was speeding along the golden road in the darkness and emptiness, sighed helplessly when she saw the world coordinates she deduced.

This kind of world is basically unprofitable, even the evil gods born to destroy the world will not look at this kind of world more, this kind of world just born, not to mention the powerful creatures in it, basically There is no foundation accumulation, even if it is forcibly destroyed, it will be good to maintain a balance of income and expenditure.

But Muria didn't intend to plot anything, he just heard the prayers of these giant apes in nothingness, and then came along with the trend, pure boredom and curiosity.

But now, Muria can feel that he is not far from the world community that breeds countless lives.

Because there were more and more illusory prayers ringing in his ears, this is the most distinctive feature that he is about to arrive at a world community with life.

These voices are basically standard configurations for a powerful existence that can walk freely in the void. The more powerful the existence, the more summoning voices it can attract. Of course, it also has a certain relationship with time.

When Muria first accomplished the epic, he quickly reincarnated in various worlds, and stayed in the void for a very short time, leaving very few traces, so basically he did not hear these voices from all worlds .

But when his strength reached a certain level, and was recognized by his elders, he could travel in the void without resorting to the secret technique of the demon, he was sent to the void by the Teleportation Palace of Myriad Realms, and then he continued to travel in the void. Going forward is a long stay.

And this can be regarded as leaving traces belonging to him in the void. These traces merge with various information flows from various worlds, and then form Muria, what is heard by the ears and seen by the eyes.

Although Muria's name has not been transmitted in the void world, it does not hinder the existence in the material world, and communicates with him through rituals.

Because Muria can be directly classified as a stalwart existence walking in the void, many creatures that communicate with the gods of the void, when communicating, do not name and communicate with whom, but directly communicate with the broad gods of the void. The concept can greatly guarantee the success rate of communication.

So what Muria saw and heard most at this time were all kinds of grotesque and extraordinary intelligent creatures, who sent requests to communicate with themselves, trying to offer some special items in vain, and then exchanged for something that could change their own destiny.

Muria ignored all the mortals who tried to trade with him, and instead chose the information that communicated to him by chance and coincidence,

Basically, it was because of boring pastime, so Morea chose two at random, and then lowered her will.

The first one is because the power of communication is too weak, it is not enough to maintain his existence, his will has not come down completely, he just glanced at the strength around him, and had to withdraw.

As for the second one, the preparations for the existence of the sacrificial priest are very sufficient, but those sacrifices are not prepared for his coming at all, but prepared for his stomach by the group of idiots. Lord, they don't care much at all.

And because the nature of the Lord of the Sky that they fantasized about is very consistent with Morea, so Morea can use this to descend, and then Morea has a playful heart, leaving behind a pair of people who are still in the ancient times. As far as the world is concerned, it can be called a buggy farming method.

If there is a main line or destiny in the world, then the so-called world line and destiny will definitely be messed up because of his move.

God knows what the world will become because of his coming this time, even Muria himself doesn't know, because he still doesn't know at this time, now he doesn't need the real body to contact with all things, just When the will comes, it can infect all things and transform them into their own family members.

Morea felt that he still had some time to reach the world community, so he prepared to respond to the prayer that was accidentally communicated to him for the third time.

"Who is better to answer?"

Muria looked at hundreds of intelligent creatures with different shapes, lives and even strengths reflected in front of her eyes, and chose the prayers she liked.

At this time, the importance of appearance was reflected, because those prayers who looked like bugs or weird ghosts were all ignored by Morea, and he first chose those creatures that looked more pleasing to the eye.

"Well, that's not bad, it's her."

Slight time-space fluctuations occurred, and a blood-soaked girl was reflected in Muria's eyes. At the same time, there was also the almost desperate mood swing in the girl's heart.