As a God, who would hate you to the core?

It is not those lives like grass mud, but those who have endured God’s grace, stepped onto the altar step by step, and can start to stand at God’s feet and look up at God.

You give everything, it is your grace, but when you want to take everything back, the grace that once became hatred!

The deeper the grace, the stronger the hatred!

The people who hate you the most will never be those guys who are far away from you, they will always be those around you.

The hatred conveyed from astronomy is like mountains and seas, surging, full of hatred for this world and the ancient god Zheng.

Master Wen Wen's flame power was still pouring into the mask. The whip that emerged from the mask was constantly trembling, forming a strange force, which was poured into Hua Ping's mind again.

Hua Ping kept moaning in pain, and Su Qing was a little stunned at this time. She didn't know what to do, and didn't know if she should take off the mask on Hua Ping's face now.

At this time, Hua Ping's Nascent Soul rushed out of Hua Ping's body. The Nascent Soul rushed out with a mask, and Hua Ping's body became soft to the ground.

Astronomy began to appear on Hua Ping's original infant. These astronomical forms were simply against the whole world and against the rules set by the ancient god Zheng.

When a baby reaches a certain point, he will grow old and die. This is the iron rule set by the ancient god Zheng, fighting against such rules and fighting against death.

If there wasn't so much resentment in this, Fang Dang would definitely devote himself to such a struggle.

Fang Dang looked at it from the perspective of the ancient god Zheng, but he also knew that the birth, old age, sickness and death of infants themselves are a kind of helpless thing that must be done.

The lifespan of a baby is too long. If it is not for the bondage of aging and destruction of infants, the baby can live forever. For the world, there can only be one eternal life, that is, the creator of this world. Even the creator of the world's lifespan is just in this world. An eternal life form is simply a cancer for a world, destroying the balance of the world. Thinking of this, Fang Dang couldn't help but fall into thinking again. The purpose of his desire to become the creator is to hope that his family can live forever in the world he created, endless. So when he truly becomes the creator, can such things be allowed to be born?

Then Fang Dang laughed at himself. He was still 108,000 miles away from the Creator's realm. It was too early to think about this now.

When Fang Dang gathered his mind back, Hua Ping had already stopped screaming. The mask was constantly melting, and slowly Hua Ping's face of a baby appeared from the mask.

No, it is no longer a baby. Fang Dang clearly felt that Hua Ping's Nascent Soul was brewing with a magnificent vitality, just like rejuvenation. This is a fresh life, not a dying old man who is dying in the west.

Fang Dang was shocked at this time. He was originally a little suspicious of the role of the mask, because the existence of this mask itself was a challenge to the ancient god Zheng. Now, when everything was born in front of him, Fang Dang finally realized that the half-demon human race was a very amazing race.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the existence of this mask that the half-demon human race ends up in front of us.

Not only Fang Dang was shocked, but Su Qing cried with joy on the side. On the other hand, Master Wen Wen's eyes burst into bright light.

After entering the fourth state of transformation, the infant's Nascent Soul basically has no possibility of becoming a baby. What really attracts Master Wen Wen are those astronomy and the forces that resist this world.

For Master Wen Wen, this has opened up another world.

That strong resentment, that disdain for the rules of the world, and the struggle of dying are really touching.

Although some people can reconstruct a Nascent Soul to avoid the death of the baby with the death of the baby, it is not a struggle, but a kind of opportunity. At this moment, what is in front of you is a desperate confrontation with the laws of the world, and a false struggle. The accident that recreating a Nascent Soul is irreplicated, but this mask can be successfully copied by mastering the technology.

This mask carries a kind of anger, a kind of hatred, and a kind of catharsis. This emotion is easy to infect people, especially the fourth-turn infants who think they have a very thorough understanding of the whole world. If they do not have Fang Dang, a state of thinking about problems from the perspective of the Creator, they will easily fall into a confrontational emotion. The ancient god Zheng created us and then killed us. Why? I am unwilling to be fabricated and wiped out at will!

For a moment, Master Wen Wen just watched Hua Ping's changes quietly, and of course the collapsed flames above Fang Dang's head were still like rain.

Fang Dang has no time to continue watching Hua Ping's changes now

, because Fang Dang had to cheer up all his energy to fight against the flames like the falling sky above his head. Although Fang Dang used part of the power to use his mask to help Hua Ping recover his Nascent Soul, the remaining power was nowhere to be digested and he could only eat it all. Obviously, the devouring master who had no complete body could not eat such a huge amount of power.

At this time, the magic weapons that constitute the body of the Lord of Devouring began to burst into pieces one by one.

At this time, Hua Ping's Nascent Soul returned to Hua Ping's body.

At this time, Hua Ping returned to the third-turn state. The mask not only helped Hua Ping turn the baby into a normal Nascent Soul, but also injected more vitality into Hua Ping's Nascent Soul and restored Hua Ping's Nascent Soul's original state.

The prehistoric beast who had been watching the fun screamed terrible, and Hua Ping returned to her original state, which means that he had to become Hua Ping's slave again. If Hua Ping asked him to deal with Master Wen Wen, he could not refuse at all.

Sure enough, the prehistoric beasts who were watching the fun in the air received Hua Ping's order, carrying a huge amount of insect mist, rushed towards Master Wen Wen.

Master Wen Wen, who was immersed in astronomy and the power full of fighting spirit, snorted coldly, and was about to take action to destroy the prehistoric beasts, the insect fog in the sky did not rush directly to Master Wen Wen, but instead stopped at the place where Master Wen Wen was still far away. Then the insect fog spread out and turned into an extremely wide wall.

Master Wen Wen couldn't help but be stunned. No matter how you look at the insect fog, it doesn't look like any attack method or defense? It's not like this thin insect fog wall, which he can break with one finger.

Just when Master Wen Wen was confused, a picture appeared on the wall made of insect fog.

In the picture is the face of the Nine Infants Emperor.
Chapter completed!