Arad's crooked savior

Since Miraxiu returned to the God Realm, its spirituality has become higher and higher, and it often makes intelligent actions that are very close to humans.

Miraxiu's size is only about one-third of the Komedis race, but that does not prevent it from becoming the honorary boss of the latter race.

Not only did he come with commoditized chips and ketchup, but he also demanded the right to vote!

Ye Lin sighed with emotion. No monarch who could build a country was second to none. They all had outstanding courage and wisdom, and were the protagonists of a stormy era.

The difficulty of governing a country can be said to be one of the manifestations of the limits of human wisdom.

The hermits only need to agree or not, and the "king" has many things to consider.

The clouds that had been falling for a long time were dispersed behind the misty plateau. What hung down from the sky was not the brilliance of the sun, but streaks of brilliant golden scriptures taken from the Holy Book of the Eye of Mist.

After the Eye of the Mist confirmed the doctrine, the believers practiced the true meaning of each sacred text with high respect and faith.

We are the eyes through which the God of Fog observes the world. Everything we do is under the gaze of the God of Fog. Our good deeds will bring beautiful memories to the God of Fog. Our memory is the memory of the God of Fog. We should be just. , help, mercy...

Believers integrate the true meaning of the sacred text into their daily lives. It is indeed the most suitable text to awaken the Mist God. Ergon chose it very accurately and was well prepared.

After touching for about five minutes, under the calm gaze of everyone, the star characters that could touch the sky and be rooted in the earth gradually shrank. Only the brilliance remained undiminished and submerged into the golden mist of the misty plateau. The mist slowly turned white. Everything seems to be going smoothly in a good direction.

Ye Lin's expression suddenly changed and he looked at the Mist Plateau more carefully and said, "Lopez's true purpose may be coming out. I'll go to the God of Mist to prevent any accidents."

"careful."

Siatt and the others nodded, and together they told Sugar Cane not to be careless.

What they were worried about was never the Liyun Chamber of Commerce or Lopez. These were big troubles in the God Realm, but they were not qualified to be Ye Lin's troubles.

If Little Mar hadn't said when he was in the Misty Palace, let the development of the divine world take its course, in line with the trend of the times, and only let Ye Lin protect the most basic order, in view of the rainy weather in the White Sea, Lopez's coffin board should be It's already soaked.

The real troubles in the divine world are hidden deep in the memory of the Mist God, the ruins, Twelve, Terra, artificial gods... and the great will.

Xiaoyu suddenly turned her eyes and shouted in the direction Ye Lin left in an affectionate voice:

"We will get married when you come back. When you come back, we will work together to persuade Held to have a second child. The big-breasted bloodline in the God Realm is waiting for you, and I heard that the four girls will soon be able to talk about mom and dad..."

In less than ten seconds, Xiaoyu deliberately put a flag on Ye Lin.

Siatt exhaled slowly and solemnly reminded: "You can't take it lightly. Beyond the realm represents infinite possibilities. I personally think that Lopez's goal is... leyline!"

She and Mo Mei were not prepared to take action directly, leaving possible enemies to Xiaoyu and other unpromoted demigods to accumulate more and more solid experience and prepare for future breakthroughs.

As soon as Fei Lao finished speaking, Gu Yu frowned and disappeared instantly, leaving behind a final sentence, "The mark I left on the Jiaolu Association has been touched."

There is an evil poacher organization near the Horned Deer Plain, which hunts mythical beasts to obtain high-value items. Their behavior is outrageous. Not only will they attack caravans, they will also threaten to kill them if they want to survive. A mythical beast that accompanies you day and night.

Guyu helped a caravan that was attacked by the Antlered Deer Plain to kill several poachers. He suspected that there was an organization behind the poachers and was not dead yet, so he left a mark on the caravan's sacred beast.

Now that these marks have been triggered, it means that the poacher group has appeared again.

Feng Ying shrugged and casually prayed that the poacher would not die in an ugly way. A normal ugly death would be fine. "Parrots are much smarter than before and know how to leave behind their marks."

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Ye Lin appeared at the highest point of the Mist Plateau, the Mist Bedroom. What he saw... were broken palace pillars, irregularly broken tiles, collapsed colorful painted walls, and a pile of airship wreckage. Nothing was done here. After cleaning, it still looks like it did when the pirates attacked the Mist Sleeping Hall.

Yidan, who temporarily took over the Eye of Mist, once solemnly declared that his love for God is not in the gorgeous palace, but in the pious heart. Now is a special and critical moment, and the repair of the palace should be postponed.

The Eye of Mist only disposed of the pirate's corpse.

The sky is cloudless, and the golden star runes hang down from the sky, as if they are golden grape bunches formed from the sun, exuding an indescribable attraction.

The voice of Hermit Elgon came, "Through the mouth of the demon Mumu, you can enter the realm of memory of the Mist God."

Ergon's voice actually sounded a little weak... Ye Lin raised his eyebrows. It seemed that replacing the memory of the God of Mist was really not something that ordinary people could do. A strong person at the origin level would probably do it within a minute or two. Squeezed to death.

It's no wonder that Elgon showed a bit of resentment every time he mentioned Mal and Kelton, and when he saw little Mal.

You two bastards wandered outside until you lost contact, leaving all the mess to me... No, a fox, won't your conscience hurt?

Ye Lin had always thought that Ergon was a squirrel with a big tail, but later he found out that this guy was actually a big fox with a pretty appearance.

"I wonder if Brother Diao will like Ergon. I remember that he likes foxes."

Ever since Ye Lin accidentally learned an important secret from the instant noodle saint Alexandra... Brother Diao praised the big white fox Jade Halbart as beautiful!

This "black history" of Brother Diao could not be passed.

The ubiquitous golden mist slightly surged to both sides, and the blue and white divine beast Yao Mumu, which looked like a mini whale, floated over. It had long fins and tails like neon clothes, with some red and pink at the end. The overall appearance was very high, and it was the favorite divine beast of the God of Mist.

"Muwumuwu~"

Yao Mumu's mouth was like a whale swallowing, and it opened to an incredible extent, so big that it seemed that there was a staircase leading to the basement in his throat, and the end was an invisible darkness.

The deans of the Eye of Mist in the past basically entered the world of remembrance through this method and communicated with the God of Mist.

There are other ways to enter the world of recollection in the God Realm, but they will slightly affect the overall balance of the entire memory space, are more time-consuming and laborious, and will be expelled by the God of Mist.

Of course, Ye Lin has the power of space, and can even cross the distance of the mind, so he can appear in the God of Mist at will...

"Muwu~"

Yao Mumu was obviously ready long ago, and was very impatient. When Ye Lin was still looking at its beautiful fins, it rushed over and suffocated him in one bite.

Ye Lin could have dodged it easily, but Yao Mumu did not have any malice. The emotion conveyed was just the urgency to save the God of Mist. After a little thought, he let it suffocate him in one bite.

From ancient times to the present, the universe has countless layers of eras, and the first fish that "swallowed" the God of Heaven was born.

Yao Mumu shook his beautiful tail and hid in the golden mist. It inexplicably felt that it seemed to have benefited, but it didn't know where it had changed.

The darkness in his vision dissipated, and Ye Lin quickly arrived at the Recollection Realm. What came into view was different from what Mavis had described before. There was no grand altar, nor a majestic palace complex. What he saw was a city made up of skyscrapers, each of which was hundreds of meters high. It lacked elegance in appearance and flaunted an architectural style that was completely different from the God Realm.

From the building complex, one could see a corner of the former prosperity, but now it was filled with a strong sense of dilapidation and desolation, without any breath of life.

The skyscraper maintained a basic supporting frame, but there was no complete door or window. The wall color was all gray and yellow, and there were huge twisted cracks one after another, as if it had been eroded by the years and dried up its plump "flesh and blood".

The hermit Ergon still looked like a "big-tailed squirrel", but there were some glaring bloodstains on his chest clothes, and his breathing rhythm showed an irregular disorder.

Grayson, the former earth guardian of the Star Turtle Library, was also here. He nodded to his "junior brother" and sighed, "Only a transcendent can help another transcendent replace his memory. If it were me, I would die on the spot and might not succeed."

"Successful? Not likely." Ye Lin looked around the dilapidated scene. He saw neither the original body of the God of Mist "Nothing" nor the figure of little Shu Mo.

"Half failed."

Ergon exhaled. He was one realm stronger than Grayson, so he did not encounter the extreme situation of failure and death.

He did not succeed, but he did not die either.

Ergon pointed to the depths of the abandoned skyscraper and said solemnly, "Both the God of Mist and Shu Mo were involved in the deepest level of memory."

Oh, a small problem... Shu Mo is not a trumpet differentiated from the God of Mist, at least her body is not part of her.

At first, I also thought that since the birth of Shu Mo was demonstrated during the mission, and a book "The Beautiful Memories of the God of Mist" became Shu Mo as time went by, then it was definitely a part of the God of Mist, and the body also came from the God of Mist.

Then the Mist God put Shu Mo outside the Star Turtle Library.

However, according to the Mist God's favorability dialogue, Shu Mo is actually... a real abandoned baby. In order to comfort the crying Shu Mo, the Mist God sang a song for her and gave her a beautiful memory.