Starting with Hundred of Millions of Guardian Spirits

"You, what did you do?!"

"Quick! Stop it!"

The face of the Lord changed suddenly!

But where would Xia Yan stop, the power of the Yin-Yang Dao in his body was greedily absorbing the power of the Lord's light.

That Guangming was like a child wandering outside. On a certain day, he finally found his dearest and beloved mother, like a swallow returning home, rushing towards Xia Yan.

"No! Impossible!"

The Lord exclaimed like a ghost.

This is completely beyond his understanding, even if he is the creator of a certain Western mythology system.

In that myth, his existence is equivalent to the Pangu **** of the Eastern world.

All are creation races!

However, even the creation races have different pasts and experiences.

In the years of his growing up, Jehovah has never seen what the Great Way is.

He woke up in that empty world, as if subconsciously, he created light in the darkness, Adam and Eve appeared in Yixun Garden.

But he is not Pangu, he has no memory of Pangu, let alone the identity of the creation race.

He is like **** left in a deserted area...

At one time, Jehovah thought about his origin, but he couldn't think of it.

He didn't have any clue about his past, and everything he remembered started when he subconsciously created light in that dark world.

But today, when Xia Yan absorbs the essence of his whole body, his ruddy complexion, his face with a childlike face is gradually withered, and his body is gradually shrinking, his eyes suddenly light up.

"That's it... So it's so..."

Muttering to himself, at that moment, the eyes of the Lord flickered, and tears appeared faintly.

"The repair base increases by 112741!"

"The cultivation base increases by 12234!"

"The cultivation base increases by 12234!"

"The cultivation base increases by 12574!"

"The cultivation base increases..."

"..."

"Increased strength 112632!"

"Strength increased by 123454!"

"Agility increased by 124156!"

"Agility increased by 121252!"

"Mana increased by 123164!"

"Mana increased by 121245!"

"Increase in power..."

"Agility increased..."

"Mana increased..."

Xia Yan, who was constantly absorbing the essence of a creature in the Eastern Holy Realm, had no time to deal with this old man.

He is very happy now.

This feeling is like riding a rocket.

The increasing feeling on that body gave him a sense of comfort and incomparable comfort.

"It turns out that I am the bright clan..."

"It turns out that light was not created by me, but light is contained in my blood..."

The expression of horror disappeared on Jehovah's face. On the contrary, he suddenly became very calm now, muttering to himself, and said something that Xia Yan could not understand.

Xia Yan frowned suddenly, turned around and grabbed the old man's hand, holding it tightly, as if he was afraid that the old man would run away.

Anyway, one sucked harder, and the sucked one will soon become a person.

The old man's gray hair was falling down, and it was much older than before.

His eyes gradually became cloudy.

Just when the old man held hands together, if he didn't look at the old man's miserable appearance, it would definitely be like a peaceful and beautiful scene, the Lord suddenly raised his eyes to Xia Yan.

"Thank you for reminding me of who I am."

Xia Yan frowned again and said nothing.

"Oh, I once thought about why I am different. Everyone is different from me. The creatures I created appeared naturally in my mind, as if I was born as the creator, so I changed into this world. The same as the master."

"But then I understood. I created everything, not for anyone, but because I was lonely. I even wondered if I was abandoned by my compatriots."

"Am I the obsolete product? Is it the inferior product that can't keep up with my compatriots?"

"This doubt has bothered me for many years..."

"I keep getting stronger and seek to be strong, precisely because I want to change myself, hoping to reach a higher level, so maybe I can find some news about my compatriots."

"My doubts can be answered..."

As he spoke, the Lord suddenly laughed, and this laugh seemed to let go of everything.

Xia Yan's brows furrowed deeper, and this old man was like a different person. The contrast was too great, right?

But anyway, Xia Yan would definitely not let him go.

Keep sucking!

"Thank you for letting me know who I am and where my compatriots have gone." The Lord raised his eyes to the sky, and the black chopper that hadn't moved for a long time.

That sword is called Zhantiandao...

"I'm not an outcast, let alone a disdainful **** of my clan."

"On the contrary, I am the last blood of our clan..."

"The sword killed my clan, and the sword destroyed our world..."

Zhantiandao!

His words made Xia Yan's mind move.

Xia Yan had a feeling for a long time that Zhantian Knife existed to cut through the world. After all, only one world was like a dish in front of this huge blade!

The race of Jehovah was wiped out by the Heavenly Swordsman, and even the world was destroyed...

At that moment, Xia Yan wanted to understand.

"It's going to kill you now, and it's going to kill your world..."

"No, it should be said to cut our world."

"Ok?"

"what are you going to do?"

Listen and listen, suddenly, Xia Yan noticed that all the resistance in Jehovah's body had disappeared. Not only that, but there was a force in his body that was continuously pushing the power of light!

Don't resist? !

It's not that you can't resist and give up.

This old man is voluntary now!

"I can't protect my people, nor can I protect everything I have created, but I can detect that you can."

As the old man spoke, his body had gradually become transparent.

Originally came with a murderous intent, and unexpectedly, because Xia Yan began to plunder his blood and the power of light, the old man awakened the dusty memory.

They actually have a common enemy.

But the old man can't hold it anymore, and it's even clearer that as the former losers, their clan is inevitably eliminated, so what can he do alone?

The old man placed this hope on Xia Yan.

When Xia Yan thought about all this, he suddenly said, "Old man, you don't seem to be very bad. If you want to become my guardian spirit, I will keep you alive."

"Live, live temporarily?"

"No, it is to give you hope of revenge, at least to let you live to see me cut this knife..."