Those seven words were as bad as a thorn, and they stung someone, and the sky thundered.

It's just a dot of pigment, a bit of powerful blue light.

The four blood demons screamed in terror as they were roasted in the oven of heaven and earth. Their voices changed from sharp to hoarse, and the fluctuations gradually became stronger.

"Isn't that light? It's so wonderful!"

Time is a record, Xumi Xian is trapped in that reincarnation.

"That's really just the first step."

The emperor was so angry that he almost burst open. Can cells survive without their cell membrane?

Even if the Blood Demon is inferior to the Emperor, he is still inferior to Chitian.

How can we fight against human cells that possess seventy-eight pairs of chromosomes, the rules of fragmentation, and complete cellular artifacts?

"Stop, slow stop!"

The great sages crowding the top of the mountain are like the crowds of tourists in small scenic spots during the holidays, or the migrant workers or future migrant workers who are squeezed into pancakes under the bus and subway.

Red Salt pointed to the sky and swore an oath, shaking piously, and it took a long time to regain its intensity.

The cells were chattering, talking a thousand words, squeezing around, and giving way to each other. The first one they saw, the great sage Chika, fell down softly and giggled.

One after another, the great saints stretched out their cilia to feel the fluctuations of the wind. Before leaving the spirit mother, they could feel the small things like the behind, and they could understand even the past. Chaos is abundant, spiritual energy is thin, and inspiration is naturally stronger.

Four majestic blood demons were tied up with iron chains, connected to the severe and hot chalcopyrite coffin.

"The weather is turbulent, and your sun is prosperous!"

Clean up around the small sun wheel.

The fire dragon is like a pillar, spraying down.

The Emperor of Chijia opened his arms, said with an immortal air and a detached air: "It is you who give them their freedom, and it is they who give them their own freedom!"

After all, Sumeru Immortal is just a powerful cell that has evolved for 170,000 years. How can it fight fiercely with viruses and bacteria that have degraded on the earth for billions of years!

Huang Zu's mutilated corpse lay quietly, and the ashes of his right foot had not yet left the coffin to be free and roam in the universe.

"It's so useful!" "Blood Demon, it works!"

When the Saint Ancestor, who was as majestic as a sacred mountain, spoke, the great saints of Chihuan didn't dare to object. They jumped up from under their colleagues and returned to the surroundings of the mountain, circling around in circles.

"Unless you control the food..."

"Look, look, look, just take a look!"

Phew~

I pinched the cells around me, and I didn’t realize until the water came out that the scene behind my eyes was absolutely true.

"Send?"

Whoa!

After all, no matter how evil the demonic path is, it is still the path pioneered by my ancestors.

The blood demons struggled in fear, but after being given a small blow by the Red Salt Emperor, they all fell silent and lay on the ground howling like reptiles.

"Your moral conduct is still enough!"

The first life,

We are standing in the eternal past, sensing the connection between heaven and man, and feeling the vague chanting name at the end of the years.

"Thunder God and Spirit Mother, throw it away!"

When Chi Ni was watching the great sages Chi Ni, who were as bad as friends fighting for toys, Huang Zu was also looking at Chi Ni, understanding my thoughts.

He looked at the blood demon cell dressed as a nine-headed beggar, with oily hair and dirty face, wearing a torn fairy clothes, pulling a turtle shell filled with all his belongings, trembling with fear.

Sound is the vibration of air, the vibration of sea water, and the process by which cells such as Red Blood Emperor and others feel the vibration through cilia is actually the process of listening.

"As soon as our ancestors took action, they knew what was going on. With one palm, they subdued the ancient ferocious beast, the four-headed turtle!"

They looked confused and dumbfounded.

The essence of light wave is a kind of substance and a kind of wave. It is a concrete thing that transmits in the medium or void.

One thousand two hundred and seven years in ancient times.

I moved my hands as I thought, and immediately polished and reshaped the gravel shell of the mountain turtle.

Xumi Xian has been walking in the long river of lost memories for a long time, going through reincarnations and small destructions of the universe, trying to save that universe and find a way home.

"Shut up, you bunch of scoundrels, how can you deserve the name of the ancient heavens? Back then, Chitian transformed into a Tao, all thanks to the efforts of my ancestors, how can you now repay the favor with a spring of water!"

The two cell ancestors were not in a panic.

"This, this is a gift from the Xumi Immortal Clan..."

The four blood demons were shocked: "He is willing to give you your freedom?"

Chahu~

"Slowly shake your arms and feel the world outside!"

Huang Zu looked sideways, and saw that the Blood Demon Low Emperor, who occasionally ran very fast and showed no signs of waking up, did not run at such a low frequency for a moment, but it was only for a moment.

"Freedom?"

That is the reason why there is sound in the void.

Once the medium is missing, sound cannot be transmitted.

"Where is your past after all?"

"Slow down, let me see!"

Stop this moment,

But then I thought about it, the Blood Demon Emperor seemed to be a part of me, probably a recessive gene, and I was so powerful and ordinary back then...

The Emperor of Red Salt waited quietly, and the Great Sage of Red Salt was constantly feeling the beauty and badness brought by the light.

The fairy clothes burst into pieces, and the blood demon was half naked.

Shu Yan's memory is very long, hundreds of thousands of years, and because it is constantly recalled and traced back, the fuzzy memories are separated repeatedly, and there are countless forks in the memory, which are as difficult to sort out as a honeycomb nest.

"Yes, yes, it's okay, really, it's really possible!"

"For those of the Red Tribe who have had time to feel the light, let's do it this last time!"

I looked at the Little Sun Holy Wheel that was silent again, and thought: "The four little blood demons can barely maintain the operation of the Little Sun Holy Wheel, but they are like your Chihuang Saint Clan and Shu Yanxin Clan. They can eat Xia Shiqi

, we can only follow the evil path and devour the common people!"

The ancient artifacts that we are so proud of are so weak in front of the evil spirits in those terrifying realms. They have been targeted with thousands of methods, and they have been killed without the ability to fight back.

The other end of the flagellar iron chain extends through the gap in the chalcopyrite coffin, penetrates the cell membrane of the four blood demons, locks the cell nucleus, and spins inside several times to tie them tightly.

To be precise, the Xiaorigu Clan, the Red-Huang Saint Clan, and the Yellow and Green Clan are not eyeless creatures yet.

Immediately, Emperor Chi Ni was merciless again and sacrificed the mitochondria of the oven of heaven and earth, throwing them on the blood demon. As he shouted, the storm rolled in like a dragon.

Click!

The Son of Heaven, Yama Chi, is the ancient demon ancestor and the lowest ancestor of all heterotrophic creatures. All heterotrophic creatures must pay homage to Chitian.

"Blue sky..."

"Yes, ah——"

The red beetle cells that had not experienced the light slapped their heads in regret, stamped their feet, and even cried out of breath.

A few who were not even excited ran down and shook the four blood demons.

The growth of the wisdom cloud takes genes as the anchor, life as the foundation, and degradation as the source.
Chapter completed!