Chapter 395: Boulder

[The Infinite Lord who controls the alien race and the void]

The words that Yingtian had said before automatically appeared in Lu Changsheng's mind.

The Infinite Lord?

The Seven Gods of the Old Days?

Didn't he die in the God War?

Why can he still affect the demon race in the present world?

Could it be that he is not dead, but dormant?

But if the Seven Gods who control the power of the alien race and the void are not dead, how does the "Infinite True God" in the abyss control the demon race?

Countless questions rushed into Lu Changsheng's mind, leaving him stunned.

He didn't even notice where the somewhat childish voice came from.

"What does Infinite Lord mean?" Guanshan looked at the little Taiyi who poked his head out of the gap in his armor with some strangeness, and asked puzzledly.

"That...that...is the Infinite Lord." Taiyi squeezed his body out of the armor with difficulty, jumped down excitedly, swung his short legs, and ran towards the boulder in front of him.

"What did you say?" Lu Changsheng turned his gaze to the little Taiyi who was jumping all the way closer, and asked in surprise.

"Master, can you hear Taiyi's words?" Guanshan looked at little Taiyi in surprise, and then looked at the master.

Taiyi was a little scared by Lu Changsheng's stare, and stopped his momentum at once, but he didn't stand firmly and fell to the ground.

He turned around a few times and landed at Lu Changsheng's feet.

He jumped up nervously, looking back at Guanshan for help, as if he was frightened by Lu Changsheng's momentum and dared not move.

The expression on Taiyi's face also changed.

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"Although it's not very clear, I can still understand it." Lu Changsheng pressed down little Taiyi's head and lifted him into the air.

Looking at the little snowman struggling and swinging his limbs, Lu Changsheng felt as if he had caught a slippery octopus.

Thinking that this was a pet raised by Gou Shengzi, it should not be a bad thing, so Lu Changsheng also let down his guard.

"Little guy, don't be afraid."

"Did you just say that this..."

"It is the Great Lord Wuliang?"

Lu Changsheng brought Taiyi close to the black boulder and asked softly.

"It is... the Great Lord Wuliang..." Taiyi's voice was still a little fearful, and her limbs fell down weakly, looking like she had accepted her fate.

Fas didn't understand who the adult was talking to. In her ears, Taiyi kept making "Ayi Ayi" sounds.

She could only tentatively say, "My Lord, this stone is not my Lord, it is a holy object left by my Lord."

"The real my Lord is invisible."

Lu Changsheng stretched out his hand and waved it lightly at Fas twice to stop her from speaking.

He gently put the little snowman down, wanting to see what he would do next.

Taiyi glanced at Lu Changsheng with a guilty conscience, and seeing that the other party did not do anything terrible, she carefully moved her short legs a few times.

Seeing that nothing happened, he ran towards the boulder.

Taiyi pressed his cheek against the boulder, squeezing his little head a little flat.

The little snowman kept rubbing his head against the boulder, just like a kitten scratching its back.

After Lu Changsheng's violent movement just now, the spider silk wrapped around the boulder had already fallen apart. Under Taiyi's rubbing, the boulder actually emitted a faint colorful light.

Lu Changsheng looked at the familiar fluorescent light and was stunned.

He finally figured out where the strange and familiar feeling just now came from.

The boulder in front of him was not a holy object, but a huge fragment of the godhead!

According to the information previously learned, the size of the godhead fragments left by the demigod is directly linked to strength.

After being defeated by Zhou Yi, the temple messenger who condensed the strength of two or three godhead fragments left behind a godhead fragment of only the size of a palm.

Compared with the fragment of the godhead in front of him, it is simply a world of difference.

The most important thing is that this is just one of them.

Even the temple messenger can control three fragments of the godhead, and the Lord Wuliang must be able to control more.

Lu Changsheng swallowed his saliva subconsciously, and felt the gap between the old seven gods and the current demigods very intuitively.

"The strength of demigods is sometimes greater than the difference between dragons and dogs..." Lu Changsheng murmured and repeated what Yingtian had said.

"My lord, I don't quite understand what you mean." Fas didn't know if Lu Changsheng was talking to her, but in order to express respect, he hurriedly expressed his opinion.

"You, the demon clan of the holy land, since you can communicate with the Lord Wuliang, do you know his current whereabouts?"

"Or, is he still alive now?"

Lu Changsheng took a breath silently, forced his sight back, no longer looked at the black boulder, turned his head and looked at Fas and asked.

Fas looked at the lord with some doubts, thought for a moment, and then slowly said, "My lord, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"My Lord is not a living being at all, or rather a person, a demon."

"My Lord only exists in the consciousness of all demons, but the sirens are more likely to receive the information transmitted by my Lord."

"Our holy land lineage has also tried to prepare a body for my Lord and ask him to bring down a miracle, but my Lord did not respond at all."

"My Lord is the collection of all demon spirits, which is recognized by our demons in the Holy Land."

It seems that the demons in the Holy Land still have a very superficial understanding of demigods and the Seven Gods of the Old Days.

They don't know the meaning behind the name [Infinite Lord].

That's right...

After all, not every life form can have such a long life like the old dragon above the sky.

No matter how great an existence is, it will eventually be forgotten in the long river of time.

Even an existence as strong as [Infinite Lord] can't escape the fate of being wiped out by the world, and can only be regarded as a spiritual totem by future generations, and even the basic life form cannot be maintained.

Lu Changsheng thought with some sighs.

For a moment, Lu Changsheng wanted to stay here and try to control this huge fragment of the godhead.

But at the same time as the thought came up, an inexplicable sense of crisis came along.

In the dark, Lu Changsheng could feel that if he tried to control this fragment of the godhead, it would eventually be backfired by it and become an unconscious energy vortex.

At his current level, he couldn't do such a thing.

Temporarily suppressing the impulse in his heart, Lu Changsheng caught the little snowman that fell from the boulder.

Taiyi had a satisfied smile on his face, and the whole person curled up, and his short limbs kept shrinking.

Finally, it turned back into a round little snowball and stopped moving.

Lu Changsheng didn't know if it was his illusion, at the moment when the little snowman turned back into a snowball, he seemed to see a faint colorful light on the snowball, which disappeared in a flash.

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