Human Brain Ranch

Standing on the membrane of this world, Zhu Zhengwei felt lingering fear: I almost got caught, pretended to be a fool and ran away, really exciting.

Don't look at yourself as a creator god, but this is a hostile world.

If this body is killed by the native demon god here, it would be a big joke!

They live at the end of the universe and the sky, breaking open the sky next to them, the sense of crisis in it can be imagined.

But Zhu Zhengwei could only bite the bullet.

If you want to pretend and fool them, you have to risk your life.

How can there be any thing in this world that does not take risks and has huge benefits?

In front of them, let's lay an anchor point for them first. There is a trace of doubt in my heart. What kind of power is this? How can I break the sky and let them accept what happened later, laying the groundwork.

Zhu Zhengwei kept weighing in his mind.

A qualified fraudster, to deceive some smart guys, can't tell the truth simply and clearly, but let these smart people discover the truth by themselves.

For those who only believe in themselves, only the truth deduced by their own research is the most trustworthy.

Fooling them step by step, constantly hinting that your world is very hip and low-level, come and learn the basic skills of our world.

But actually?

The special rules of their world, the exercises are much more advanced than ours at present!

It's because they can't beat their world that they fooled them.

Zhu Zhengwei walked outside the atmospheric wall of this world step by step, and said with a smile: When the Tao of the Red Moon World activates its will, it will definitely be directly blasted!

But it’s bullying that you can’t speak now, you don’t have wisdom!

Zhu Zhengwei walked step by step, lowered his head, looked under the desolate starry sky, and saw some materials transported by Zuwu Tiandao, as well as his own divine blood.

Well, it's almost time to start the next step.

Zhu Zhengwei looked at his feet, intending to repeat the same trick.

The powerhouses of the ancestral witch world broke through the world and saw the ancient ruins left outside the world's atmosphere, and the same is true here.

When they broke through the sky of the Red Moon World and saw the shocking endless stars, they saw an ancient ruin, in which some truths were waiting for their discovery.

Zhu Zhengwei repeated his old tricks and started making murals.

This mural is not intended to fool them. It is prone to flaws. It directly conforms to the history of this world and it's over.

Zhu Zhengwei drew a mural of a big river, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Well, it's almost there, just wait for the show to begin.

the other side.

Several demon gods gathered together, their expressions dignified.

Even the demon gods don't have the means to break open the sky, because their power comes from this ruled way of heaven, and they are naturally restricted by the world, so they cannot break open the world.

Disaster beast? Not like.

The new amazing talent has found a new path? Perhaps.

Their minds kept turning, and suddenly majestic power burst out. They wanted to pursue the clues of the existence of this statue, and walked out along the slowly healing cracks in the sky.

Unfortunately, they have no way out.

This made them even more suspicious, even their demon gods couldn't do it, the opponent's aura was obviously only a mere seventh-order emperor realm.

Demon God Newton looked around, I can only use that.

Fon, Hohenheim's Philosopher's Stone? Sadako asked.

Hohenheim was the strongest alchemist of mankind back then. In the era when humans in this world did not appear demon gods, he was also known as one of the men most likely to become demon gods. He created the so-called omnipotent holy object: the Sage stone, and thus created an artificial alchemy life: Holmonks.

It's a pity that this man was finally killed by his own creation because of the excessive use of bioalchemy, and when the others came, they only saw the wreckage.

But the Philosopher's Stone, the taboo treasure he left behind at that time, still has a certain reserve.

Well, that's all I can do.

Newton turned out his palm and took out a crystal clear gem.

He reached out and grabbed it.

Crash.

There seemed to be something condensed in the air.

It's dander, secretions, biopheromones.

As long as it is a human being, it will secrete skin flakes anytime and anywhere, and drop tens of thousands of cell flakes in the air. Based on these, it is possible to trace a person's traces and make him invisible.

After all, in front of an eighth-level divine realm of this level, their spiritual power is more terrifying than a microscope, so how could they not see it?

This is the tragedy of mortals.

And only by stepping into the realm of the demon god, can one be initially clean and filthy, perfectly control the secretion of the body, form a self-circulation, not be traced by others, and trace one's own traces along the way.

This is the difference between gods and mortals!

In their eyes, mortals, even those who are strong in the imperial realm, are ugly clay figurines who are sweating and constantly shedding dander and muddy sweat.

As for the love between immortals and mortals in ancient myths?

It takes a deity with a lot of tastes to attack that kind of ugly thing. The love between gods and mortals is nothing but a joke in front of these seven greatest beings in human history.

This is not a species at all. God likes people, just like people like orangutans with lush body hair, and it is even more exaggerated.

Clatter.

A group of dander balls that were too fine to be seen by the eyes were gathered together.

Newton put in the Philosopher's Stone, and it melted into the ball of dander like melting light. A creature vaguely emerged from a strange piece of flesh wriggling.

My lords, demon gods.

A meatball opened its eyes.

This is the alchemist, Holmonks.

As long as the skin, cells, and even a strand of hair left by this person can be used to create an artificial human of this creature.

Holmonks, track the previous position and footprints of your body. Sadako said softly.

Yes, Your Highnesses.

Soon, following this strange humanoid creature, he brought all the demon gods to a city under the command of Sadako, and traced to a bookstore.

The words above this bookstore make people hesitate.

The ancient method of the starry sky, set foot in the starry sky!

He was here before?

Yes.

What about the previous footprints?

Still here.

How is it possible, you can keep track based on the skin flakes left behind, at least you can trace the footprints within twenty to thirty years.

Yes, it's still here.

The demon gods were a little surprised.

What kind of person is this, who can stay here without leaving home.

But soon, they began to study the trajectory of this bookstore and the books in it.

Some of these books made them feel a little incomprehensible. The cultivation methods in them were very ancient and primitive, and their combat power was very low, but they seemed to contain some basic universal essence.

You can try to practice.

Several demon gods spoke.

Their combat power is very strong, their realm is very high, and the speed of rebuilding a realm is much faster than that of Qingxia before.

It only took them a year and a half to cultivate from the first level to the seventh level.

It's just that it's a long way off to step into the eighth-level god realm.

After all, they still don't know how to break through the path of another system!

In a short period of time, reaching the seventh level is already our limit.

‘We even used some treasures to speed up the process. '

This method is very strange.

Yes, although it feels weak, it has a sense of root and is not bound by the world!

Their vision is profound, and they see through certain truths at a glance.

Soon, after they set foot on the seventh level, they directly tried to use this seventh level power to break open the wall membrane of the sky, and it turned out to be really successful.

We, opened the sky!

These demon gods looked at thousands of galaxies, and truly walked out of their own world.

Tread Tread.

They walked out step by step.

Here, they no longer have the power of the eighth-level gods, and their power is lost. Only the seventh-level emperor-level power of the original system is left, and even the extremely weak seventh-level emperor level.

However, under this weak and pathetic power, they saw a beautiful scene that they would never forget for a lifetime, which made them suddenly feel a sense of distortion.