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"Hahaha, I succeeded!"

"My plan really works!"

Looking at hundreds of thousands of human corpses moving stiffly like zombies.

Feng Jiuxiao in the cosmic pot showed uncontrollable excitement.

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Although the newly formed army of hundreds of thousands moved extremely stiffly, like a puppet on strings, there was no agility at all.

But as long as they move, it proves Feng Jiuxiao's success.

The next step to make it work is just a matter of program upgrading.

After all, this was Feng Jiuxiao's first time making "human figurines", so it was normal for his technique to be a little rough.

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"[Folkmos] is indeed firmly attracted to the [Old God]."

"No one can stop me in the Central Continent now."

"Damn Salvation Society, wait for the return of this king!"

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Even though Feng Jiuxiao concentrated on making "human figurines", he still did not give up monitoring [Fokmos].

At this moment, in his field of vision, [Fokmos] had already launched an attack on the [Old God].

It's just that the battle between the two sides is too weird, or weird.

Feng Jiuxiao couldn't understand it at all.

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In Feng Jiuxiao's eyes, [Folkmos] seemed to be confronting the [Ancient God] for a moment.

There seemed to be some communication between the two parties during this process.

But Feng Jiuxiao didn't hear anything.

Then the two sides started to fight instead of talking to each other.

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"brush!"

Brilliant milky white light radiated from [Fokmos]'s body.

Incomparably magical, the light dyed everything around it white.

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If you regard the original world as a colorful painting.

So at this moment [Folkmos] has erased all the colors from the painting of the world.

Only white remains.

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The white color continues to spread, just like a layer of white paint constantly eroding the world.

Without any ability to dodge, or in other words, without any dodge at all, the [Old God] was covered in milky white light.

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However, unlike other things that are completely eroded by white, the [Old God] still retains its own color, or sense of existence.

Becoming the only black person in a white world.

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"Justice, this is the justice of the savior [Focmus]!"

"The great savior will surely inject his justice into the whole world."

The belated followers were extremely honored to see the glow of [Fokmos].

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In their eyes, [Fokmos] is like the sun falling to the earth.

It is releasing infinite light, lighting up everything around it.

Although there is a small black spot in this sun-drenched place.

But followers firmly believe that the great savior will be able to erase this flaw.

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The reality seems to be exactly what followers expected.

As the milky white light continues to spread, it is like a wave, constantly washing away black spots.

Under the wash of milky white light, the black spots that were originally as black as ink are fading to black layer by layer.

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However, before the followers could cheer, the originally dim black spots were suddenly painted with a layer of ink.

And this was just the beginning. In the following time, the black spots began to be inked layer by layer, and their sense of existence became stronger and stronger in the milky white world.

Even the black spots began to emit black light, spontaneously competing with the milky white light for the world.

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"Hundreds of clones of the [Old God] are starting to overlap."

"Is this a fight between SS-class containment objects?"

"It's almost comparable to the [Legal Domain]!"

"Directly distorting the world with one's own will, this is the Dharma!"

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After watching half of the scene, Feng Jiuxiao finally saw some clues.

The milky white light emitted by [Fokmos] is a [method of justice].

Wherever justice covers everything, there is justice in the world.

At the same time, evil will have no escape.

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As for the [Old God], he is even more magical.

The existence of the [Old God] is itself a kind of law.

The moment He came to the world, it represented that there was an additional law of heaven and earth in the world.

It is precisely because the [Old God] is so unique that he can withstand the resurgence of milky white light.

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"How can it be so powerful?"

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"In the Borderless Country, aren't there even weavers?"

"Is the current borderless country really still a borderless country?"

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Feng Jiuxiao, who had initially glimpsed a corner of [Fokmos]'s power, almost lost the passion and fighting spirit that had just been ignited before.

It is true that the power of these two people is too high.

Are SS-level containment objects really that powerful?

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"Who will be the winner?"

Looking at the constant tug-of-war between black and white, Feng Jiuxiao was unable to make a judgment.

Normally, the winner is naturally the [Old God], or Zeami.

After all, this person is one of the legendary ten ancient people.

As for [Fokmos], at most it is related to the Imperial Viscount, and is not inherently powerful.

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However, as a dependent of Shiami, Feng Jiuxiao was extremely certain.

It is not Zeami who descended on the Central Continent at this moment, but only the [Ancient God].

Even the essence of its power has nothing to do with Zeami, but is formed by the many sacrificed objects.

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It can also be considered that Zeami used many objects to mold the [Ancient God] in the believers' cognition.

This is the truth of the sacrifice!

Although the [Ancient God] is not Zeami, it cannot be said that it has nothing to do with Zeami.

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After all, even if humans mold clay figures, they will leave handprints on them.

What Zeami left behind is a more essential influence.

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It is precisely because he saw through the essence of the [Ancient God] that Feng Jiuxiao hesitated, or lacked confidence.

Both sides are objects, and there is no essential difference.

Who wins and who loses, everything is possible.

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Don't look at the fact that the Ancient God is made up of thousands of objects.

But the number of objects swallowed by [Folkmos] is also not a small number.

Moreover, [Folkemos] had eaten S-level containment objects, and the number was not just one.

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"Buzz buzz buzz!"

The interweaving black and white lights continued to cover each other.

This caused the surrounding world to be distorted and even wrinkled.

And it was these wrinkles that entangled [Folkemos] and [Ancient God] tightly, preventing them from being freed.

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It was when Feng Jiuxiao saw this scene that he was full of confidence in his success.

Both [Ancient God] and [Folkemos] made Feng Jiuxiao quite afraid.

Now that both sides were unable to spare any effort, he could naturally do a big job.

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"Swish swish swish!"

The cosmic pot continued to start, and more and more lives were plundered of life information.

More and more human corpses became "human figurines".

However, just when Feng Jiuxiao was full of pride and began to imagine that he was stepping on the Salvation Society.

An accident suddenly happened.

Since the Luke group entered, the ruins of the Kingdom of Sighs, which had been silent, collapsed.