My Little Country

Chaotic bitter sea.

It is the unified name of the various intelligent races struggling to survive in the ruins of this super continent.

These survivors, although born, have never enjoyed a good day.

But it does not affect the projection stone that they have left through the ancient ancestors, and there are various heritages and wonders to learn the beauty and greatness of their own race in the past!

I don't know when it started. Among the survivors, various myths and legends have spread.

The version is different because of the spread, but the consciousness is the same. That is why the hometown turned into a chaotic sea of ​​suffering, because the gods enshrined by various races left this continent.

As long as praying prayerfully and sincerely regretting the mistakes of the ancestors, one day, the gods will come back again, let the chaotic seas disappear, and restore the glory of various races in ancient times.

Therefore, in this harsh environment, where the dangerous super-continents are struggling to survive, in addition to survival, the most important thing is to pray to the gods.

Finding food and praying has become the daily routine of almost all the souls of this continent.

When a wizard who claimed to be Gu Min got in touch with Xiao Yu's consciousness.

In a grand canyon one hundred thousand kilometers away from this ruin.

A thief's eye, a thin bald man, was greedy in a cave in the canyon, staring nervously at a piece of black crystal placed a meter away.

This crystal was accidentally obtained by this man when he was looking for food. He immediately felt the extraordinaryness of this black crystal and immediately left the tribe. He was studying this crystal day and night.

Now that his research has finally succeeded, he heard the call from the black crystal.

The voice is faint, but it is indeed the voice from chaotic suffering abroad.

The man cried immediately, and he believed it must be the voice of the gods.

Moreover, it is different from the experience of old people.

This time, he heard the mysterious knowledge contained in his voice.

This knowledge is not in the tribal heritage.

"The gods, the gods show their spirits!"

The man knelt down and hung his head, and soon his scalp was damaged, and a drop of black blood ran out of his forehead.

The blood is very smelly, and a drop in the mud of the cave will moisten the ground and emit a bad black gas.

In the dark air, several wailing faces can be seen vaguely.

The bald man was unaware of this, and apparently felt that his blood looked normal.

Carefully packed up the black crystal.

The bald man stretched his head out, left and right to see that there were no other clan predators around, he immediately ran out in a small step in the dark canyon, after marking a wave of ripples, disappeared without a trace.

After dozens of minutes.

A city ruins in the sewer.

The bald man returned to his tribal station.

The city's sewers are very spacious, with the widest point reaching 100 meters.

On the wall of the sewer, a cyan alloy was laid on the ground.

This cyan alloy exudes shimmer and is the only light source here. Although weak, it is enough for these struggling survivors to see the surroundings.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't see clearly. In this chaotic sea of ​​bitterness, all races have powerful hearing and strange perception capabilities.

This ability to perceive makes no effect even if the eyes are blinded.

The bald man walked quickly to the depths, and the first time he saw several equally skinny children running towards him.

Only one of these children looks healthy.

At least only a few finger-sized blue-black sarcomas on the back.

The other few children had sarcomas the size of their fists in different parts.

Some sarcomas have even cracked, and from time to time a stream of black blood flows.

The bald man knows that, among these children, there is a half chance that they will grow up healthy.

The rest...ninety-nine percent will die?

But even so, this is that their tribe is strong enough to replace with the small tribes they have encountered before.

These children will be expelled to die in the dark ruins.

There are also some crazy tribes, who even regard all the unviable tribes as sacrifices.

"I didn't find food."

The bald-headed man shouted, and several children suddenly showed disappointed expressions and then retracted to the wall, resting against the wall.

The bald man briskly walked a hundred meters again, and saw a tribe who was surrounded by a three-meter stone stele or meditating or eating.

The stele is the core wonder of the tribe, which contains the inheritance of knowledge from ancient ancestors.

It is from this that the bald man knows how glorious and beautiful the predecessors are.

Among the crowd, several people are eating carefully.

The food is a small monster that resembles a mouse but also has its own sarcoma.

When they eat, they will carefully dig out the sarcoma and eat the uncontaminated flesh.

If you accidentally eat sarcoma, it will quickly grow on yourself.

The more of these sarcomas, the greater the likelihood of death.

In addition, there are no combustibles, and no one uses witchcraft to continuously heat food.

So, they are all eating raw.

The food in the chaotic bitter sea is this kind of strange little animals in the dark ruins.

No one knows how these strange creatures thrive in the darkness without food.

They only know that they can't even grow up without eating these dangerous monsters.

The bald man quickly found the patriarch.

A bald man with the same eyebrows and eyes that is not two years older than him.

After confirming that the black crystals taken out by the bald man were true and true, he could indeed hear the call.

The patriarch immediately stood up and shouted with excitement.

Soon, more than seventy people of all ethnic groups, including children, were concentrated near the stele. Listen to the call from the black crystal placed on the stone tablet.

All the tribes have a very strong perception, seemingly thin, in fact, no less than the second-level super knights of the villain.

Consider their age in their twenties at most.

It can be said that if these tribes are thrown outside, everyone can be called a genius.

They listened to the call, and gradually their faces became more and more mad.

They started shouting the name of a certain evil god, shouting its prayer words, and almost everyone was a fanatical believer.

More than 70 fanatic believers, in the **** department, are comparable to tens of thousands of devout believers.

And the soul of every fanatic is the most precious thing of gods.

No evil spirit can refuse such temptation.

The black crystal shook a few times.

A bull-headed person with a six-winged ghost image cast out.

This majestic evil **** opened his hands and felt the scorching eyes projected by the surrounding tribes.

He smiled happily.

Just about to show the power of evil spirits, give these fanatics a little gift.

Let them all become the sons of their own evil gods, so as to dominate this place that seems to be lost to the mainland.

Violently.

The evil **** phantom gave a big shock, his eyes widened, and he looked at the tribe members praying around undoubtedly.

It wanted to escape the first time.

however.

These more than seventy fanatical beliefs are like more than seventy indestructible chains, which firmly trapped this evil spirit.

Moreover, these beliefs are poisonous.

The Evil God just had to work hard to break free, and found that his body had abnormalities, and each sarcoma grew inside, and a strange cry cried out to affect its casting efficiency.

As an inexplicable force appeared, it dragged its body from the vortex of time and space.

"Do not!"

The bull-headed evil spirit exclaimed in horror.

Its body is thousands of meters long, and it should have squeezed this sewer.

However, in this continent, most of his body was eroded by darkness and became like a phantom.

Only one head left in the tribal center, screaming in despair there.

The bald man stopped praying.

The scene in front of me seemed to be somewhat different from the inherited knowledge.

Are the gods so faceless, how could they behave so gaffeously after being summoned?

The bald man is about to say something.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and suddenly came out of the sewer not far away.

At the bottom of this sewer, tens of thousands of tons of sludge suddenly appeared out of thin air like a tsunami.

These sludges instantly flooded all the clan and the evil god.

belch……!

After a few minutes, the space seemed to belch.

All the sludge backed away and disappeared into the sewer.

Except for the giant stone tablet, everything else, the tribe or the evil god, all disappeared.

The stone monument flashed a few times.

A few snaps, more than a dozen sarcomas with a diameter of half a meter were sent over and landed on the ground.

Soon, these sarcomas broke apart.

Exposed the skinny child inside.

More than a dozen children who looked seven or eight years old stood up in ignorance, and were instinctively attracted by the giant stone monument and surrounded them.

Gradually.

These children got the knowledge of how to survive and understood the glory and good life of the ancient ancestors.

Soon, another tribe was born in the ruins of the city ruins...

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Miracle City.

Xiao Yuduan sat in the hall, discussing the rule of chaos with his dear ministers.

After hearing what Xiao Yu heard and heard.

Everyone expressed their opinions and made various bold guesses.

Except that Chaos Domination may be the extraordinary birth of that continent, but it has become a crazy extraordinary.

Some people thought of the source of the abyss, and boldly guessed whether the continent was transformed by the body of chaos?

The night goddess is transformed into a world by himself.

Although it is crazy, it has also deterred this sea of ​​time and space for thousands of years.

Therefore, after making this speculation, everyone could not help but stunned, and some were frightened.

Freya, as a maid, stood aside and heard this, she snorted softly in her heart.

Chaos Master is indeed excellent, and is one of the most outstanding morning star wizards of that era.

But when it comes to the level of genius, he is still slightly ahead of his predecessor.

It was crazy, and it was just one with a supercontinent.

Barely managed to make the mainland secret.

Where it is like the abyss, it is directly transformed into a small world attached to the big world of time and space.

In addition, it also divided countless abyssal continents in the interior.

This is beyond the control of Chaos Master!

"I can feel that the other party is not as good as the abyss."

Xiao Yu waved his hand and overturned this guess, but he said:

"However, that continent feels weird and weird."

"Although it may not be a world of its own, that super-continent may be part of the Chaos Master."

Speaking of which, Xiao Yu remembered that touch again.

Speaking of which, Xiao Yu thought that this connection would be constantly rejected by the local mainland consciousness.

But he experimented a little, but found that the continent didn't seem to find his connection?

Positioning transmission, I feel no hindrance.

This ease, according to the knowledge of the wizards, is the degree of lost continent.

But when I saw Xiao Yu in the mainland with my own eyes, I didn't think the other party would be lost to the mainland.

In particular, even if it was just a glimpse.

Xiao Yu can also feel that the continent is extremely vast!

Even the first few continents encountered were far inferior!

This made Xiao Yu feel such a weak repulsive force on this continent, and even more suspicious!

but!

I, Xiao Yu, have the Throne of Majesty!

So I'm not too worried about the other party's tricks.

After all, the abyss can't help himself, not to mention the other guy who is not as good as the abyss?

After the meeting, a projection stone was thrown out, and the three goddesses and some trusted celebrities watched the projection of the close-up sun to experience.

Xiao Yu ran back to the station near the Valley of the Gods. After he was fully armed, he crossed his knees on the bed and tried to contact him.

There seemed to be a wave of waves in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Gradually.

The eyes of Xiao Yu's heart saw in a narrow and fuzzy space.

A wizard who looks a bit like an elf in a fantasy novel is praying to himself.

Prayers... Xiao Yu couldn't understand.

But the meaning can still be roughly understood.

It is nothing more than to believe that one of the ancient gods will come to save them from the chaotic sea of ​​suffering.

"Chaotic bitter sea?"

Indistinctly, Xiao Yu stunned slightly, understood the meaning of an obscure vocabulary, and instantly understood the vocabulary.

He sensed in the void, came a huge amount of cluttered knowledge.

"Ah!"

Xiao Yu sneered in his heart.

The Throne of Majesty was activated, and in conjunction with the condensed Morningstar consciousness, the knowledge of the void was immediately compressed into a singularity, and then put aside.

Waiting for Xiao Yu to be free and analyze slowly

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After a few seconds.

Xiao Yu finished the gift of the void.

The vision is clearer.

That layer of mist seemed to disappear.

Xiao Yu was able to see the subtle expression changes of the wizard wizard and saw the surrounding environment.

"Ok?"

It was also at this moment that Xiao Yu discovered something that had been blinded at first, but he did not see clearly.

This devout prayer is really praying to himself sincerely.

But his body is full of strange malice!

Moreover, in the surrounding environment, there seem to be thousands of strange things in every inch of space.