"Xia Guwei, you are painting some strange things. If you doodle like this, you will not become a painter!"

“Let me see what we genius painted?

Puchi, a chicken with three legs, why don’t you draw more legs?"

A long-standing sound came from my ears, accompanied by the drawing paper being torn apart.

Xia Guwei looked at her tender body, her face unpredictable.

In front of him, the white light wrapped around many drawing papers, with fragments of memory inside.

"Xia Guwei, what do you want to do when you grow up?"

"This is still a question. He must want to be a painter!"

"Ahahaha, just like him, what kind of art do you know?"

"I didn't want to be a painter..."

...

"Xia Guwei, you dare to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors. What do you want to do?"

"I want to... become a god!"

...

Countless fragments broke in this moment.

The old man in coarse cloth linen, namely Xia Guwei, looked at the illusory world ahead with a frenzy of eyes.

"Is this a dream world?"

He walked forward, with long blood marks dragging on the ground.

His body is undergoing exaggerated changes!

On the head, red hair grew and spread throughout the head.

The eyes become rifty, the mouth becomes bulging, like a fish's mouth.

This is a deformed head.

Behind him, a long tail appeared, covered with scales, emitting black light in the illusory dream.

Behind them, the four flesh wings broke free from their clothes, which was particularly ferocious.

The old man in coarse cloth linen has become a monster, walking in the dream world.

His whole body was shrouded in black air, strange and terrifying.

It seems that one glance will be swallowed up.

The black gas continues to spread, the range spreads, and the area gradually increases.

The light of the dream is filled with black air and keeps retreating.

In essence, the light of dreams is stronger than the black gas.

In terms of quantity, the light of dreams is much weaker than the black air

The majestic black air leaked wildly, roaring, and the dream light retreated little by little.

The old man in the coarse linen stood there, his whole body turned black, and even the flowing blood turned into black pus.

The entire dream world seems to be shrouded in darkness.

Suddenly, in the dream, Xu Anan, dressed in red, appeared.

Her face was cold, and there was a clear spring in her eyes, like a fairy on the moon.

The flesh-colored stockings wrapped between the thighs indicate that this is not an immortal.

Xu Anan looked at the old man in coarse cloth and his face was weak.

The black air filled her and hurt her, and she had to show up.

If this continues, the dream world she has worked hard to construct will collapse.

"Who are you?" Xu Anan asked.

The old man in coarse linen looked up, and Xu Anan fell into his eyes, and a fanatical look flashed in his eyes.

"You are the master of the dream?" His voice was hoarse and sharp, extremely contradictory.

Xu Anan nodded and asked again: "Who are you?"

She felt a deep breath in this person.

The deans of Mingli College are not as powerful as that.

"I... a god-seeking person." Xia Gu's expression was filled with expression.

Thousands of years are hidden in his eyes.

Xu Anan looked at this person and knew what he was going to come.

In this strange human perception, she promised Anan to be called the earthly god.

Although this god is still very weak, she already has a person and is recognized by this world.

Xia Guwei stopped leaking black air and walked forward slowly.

He has no hostility.

"When I was a child, the dog that had been playing with me had died. My dad cooked the dog meat and ate it. I felt very uncomfortable."

"When I grow up, my father was eaten by the demon, and I feel very uncomfortable."

Xia Guwei said slowly, telling the past: "So, since then, I have an idea to become an omniscient and omnipotent God!"

Speaking of this, Xia Guwei's expression was a little distorted, and the red cockscomb on his head became even more blood-red.

Xu Anan stood quietly aside and listened to Xia Guwei's talk.

When they reach their level, sometimes fighting is meaningless.

"It's a pity, how can God be so easy?" Xia Guwei's eyes showed a desolate look.

How many years have this world been born? From ancient times to the present, there is a legend about God.

Unfortunately, no one became a god.

"I have been struggling in the way of asking God for my whole life. In order to become God, I will do my best!"

Xia Guwei said, and behind him, countless twisted faces suddenly appeared, with ferocious faces and strange crying sounds.

"On the beginning, I think that God's journey is pursuing a qualitative change of the soul. I feed on human souls. When I eat a thousand souls, my soul is extremely powerful, but full of chaos.

God is orderly, not disorderly chaos, I know I am wrong.”

Xia Guwei showed a compassionate expression on his face, like a Buddha.

"The chaotic soul cannot become a god. My chaotic soul also limits my development on the path of the soul."

He sighed.

It was too late for him to wake up.

"So, I don't pursue the soul to become a god! I set my sight on the demon!"

A brilliant light burst out from Xia Guwei's eyes.

"Human cultivation, the extraordinary path, is inseparable from demons.

Without the spiritual seeds of demons, humans cannot break through the third level at all.

In the future, spiritual seeds are needed to advance to the fourth level or even the fifth level.

Therefore, if you want to become a God, you must have sufficient spiritual seeds.

I changed my arms, my spleen and kidneys, my heart, and even my brain to the demon clan!”

Xia Guwei's appearance has long disappeared from human form.

Even when the demon sees it, he will think it is a monster.

"Man borrows demons and extraordinary things. I always think that the path of gods is hidden among demons."

Xia Guwei's eyes were bleeding and tears: "For the past hundred years, I have been transforming myself, transforming myself more like a monster, and becoming less and less like a person! My power continues to grow stronger, and I have become a twisted monster, but God is getting farther and farther away from me!"

"Tell me, what is God?" Xia Guwei looked at Xu Anan, and a violent aura filled his body.

Xu Anan did not answer, very quiet.

"Ghost spirits are soul bodies. Although they are strong, they are born with inadequateness and cannot be a god!" Xia Guwei said.

"The demons are aliens, not gods!

The strangeness is unchanging and cannot be a god!"

"Only I can become a god!"

Speaking of this, Xia Guwei's expression was already distorted.
To be continued...