Chapter 860 Half a Drop of Blood
At this moment, no one can see that there is nothingness outside the core of the world.
On the shadow of a huge heart, an old man with white robes and white hair has a transparent body.
His vicissitudes of vision suddenly cast downwards, passing through the barrier of the world, and he seemed to see the huge tree that was as bloody as fire.
"This is...the breath of the ancestors...how is it possible?"
No one knows what the old man was thinking at this moment, and where the shock in his eyes came from...
At this moment, the shadow of the heart under the old man was also exuding the same message.
Although there was only a shadow left of it, the aura was many times more powerful than the one emitted by the demon Jianmu...
No one knows that a dead human king, the strongest human king in history... was able to survive here after his death because of that aura.
No one knows that this heart once came from a god...the mother goddess of the mechanical race!
No one knew that this heart did not originally belong to the Mother Goddess of the Machine Tribe.
But in the past, the strength of the machine race was all due to this heart.
It was a phantom from the moment it appeared. It came from nowhere, but it created the Mechanical Mother Goddess and created a race...
It also created King Mo today!
Even the core of the world below was caused by the only drop of real blood in this heart.
Half a drop was taken by King Mo and evolved from many opportunities.
Endless years ago, when King Mo died in battle, he sealed the core of the broken world with the shadow of his heart, and exiled him in the long river of time...
The old man here is just a projection, not even the soul of King Mo.
Only because of the nourishment of the heart shadow, he inherited the memory fragments of King Mo and gained certain abilities...
He was originally the will that King Mo used to inject the core of the world with the power of the phantom of his heart.
It is also the only one in this world that has the memory of the human race, the will of the world!
Since he was born because of King Mo, he also inherited the memory fragments.
Then he, in a sense, is also King Mo.
The old man has always thought so.
When the world was shattered, he was separated from the core of the world.
Became the individual he is today.
He had spent countless years in the long river of time, always hoping to reintegrate himself and the shadow of his heart into the core of the world.
He has been working hard, because all this is another self, the arrangement during his lifetime, seems to be his only mission...
Until that day, a human boy arrives...
That day, when he saw Zhao Yin for the first time, he discovered that the human boy who had obtained the key to the core of the world and had the right to step into this place actually...
He is actually the same person he once was, the heir to the most powerful superpower and the soul of the contract!
He secretly felt that all this was the law of fate operating!
He seemed to have seen...
I saw that my other self, the long-cherished wish before his death, was realized in that human boy!
There is no more King Mo in the world.
But he can give birth to another King Zhao!
The human race should not be enslaved by all races...
Except for the human race, everyone is an animal!
He secretly melted the world key for that boy and merged with him.
Then he made another choice, leaving the core of the world and giving up the position of world will to that boy.
Follow that kid. Continuously improving the world level with your own hands will become more and more consistent with the core of the world.
One day, his thoughts will become the will of the world.
That is King Mo, the real successor, and what the old man thinks is his successor...
At this moment, the old man felt the unique aura below, and no one knew the shock in his heart.
"Xianling...Xianling...!"
"Is there really someone who can create ancestors?"
"If ancestors can also create, then what is the origin of this world... what is the truth?"
"Who can tell me where the human race...comes from?"
At this moment, some of the concepts that the old man had for endless years seemed to be broken, making him fall into doubt.
It feels like the whole world has been turned upside down...
The old man's white hair was dancing in the wind. As if he had made some kind of determination, he suddenly stretched out his hand and disappeared into the shadow of his heart below.
Soon, half a drop of bright red blood appeared in his palm.
He seemed to be holding everything he had, his lifeblood.
Endless years ago, another self separated half of this drop of blood to create the core of the world...
Now, the old man waved his hand, and the half drop of blood fell downwards, silently...
Passing through nothingness, passing through the barrier of the world, falling into the barren land of space, and finally falling into the pit, merging with Baba Fei.
There are no rules for manifesting!
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At this moment, Zhao Yin did not know what King Mo had done.
He didn't even know that the old man regarded him as his successor and had given him too much...
Baba Fei was quickly absorbed by the demon Jianmu. When the red light was so bright that it was dazzling, the giant tree suddenly shook.
Immediately afterwards, all the branches and leaves slowly withered.
The flowing red light gradually extinguished, dimmed, turned into gray leaves, and then withered and fell off... The hanging strips of paper also dimmed, withered, and gradually broke and fell off...
It's like a cocoon fading away. Demon Jianmu seems to have abandoned its branches and leaves. It's not that its vitality is lost, but that it's flowing backwards to the main trunk...
As all the small branches and leaves fall off and fall to the earth, the red light on the large bamboo poles also recedes, gradually dimming... and eventually withers, turning into fly ash, and scattering in the wind...!
At the same time, the red light on the huge trunk that was left was extremely bright...
After removing the tree crown, the huge trunk, which was still two hundred meters high, slowly shrank.
It seems like a kind of compression, a qualitative change!
At this moment, a terrifying aura slowly rose from the tree.
In Zhao Yin's Divine Eyes, the basic attributes of Demon Jianmu slowly increased.
Half an hour later, the three major attributes except mental power had doubled.
Finally, points representing mental power appeared in the mental power column.
First it increased a little, then two points, three points... extremely slowly.
With the emergence of spiritual power, at this moment, the entire demon tree felt as if it had turned into flesh and blood. Faintly, Zhao Yin heard the roar of blood flowing inside the tree.
At this time, Zhao Yin had a clear understanding in his heart.
It turns out that it is evolving from wooden life to flesh and blood life!
The next moment, his thoughts were confirmed.
The huge tree trunk was only fifty meters high, and two blood-red wooden palms... slowly broke out from both sides of the trunk.
Immediately afterwards, wrists, forearms, and finally shoulders appeared...
Like two huge arms that are no different from humans.
Covered with blood-red bark lines, the muscles are tangled and slowly stretching in the air, like a person waking up from a coma and adapting to his arms!
This scene made Song Xiaodao feel horrified.
"Monster?" Her voice trembled.
I feel that the terrifying basic attributes on the giant tree have already surpassed the SSS level, and are probably close to the demigod.
That giant tree could crush Song Xiaodao and Zhao Yin to death with just one finger.
"It's just the evolution of life!" Zhao Yin comforted.
But his own face was also slightly pale, and he was also bearing the terrifying pressure.
When he first planted eight old tree roots and turned them into Devil's Tree seedlings, Zhao Yin sensed that because of his connection to the core of the world, he also established a certain connection with the eight Devil's Tree seedlings.
At this moment, Zhao Yin felt that his connection with this demon tree seemed to have weakened...