Why is this main god space a sewing monster!

Chapter 1775 Zhang, Hao, Huan? [Monthly Ticket Plus 57]

In the past, the soul-guiding lamp in Zhu Wen's hand not only brought back the members of the Zhongzhou team whose bodies were destroyed in horror movies, but also brought back the kingdom of God (in fact, except Qi Tengyi and Cheng Xiao, basically no one has experienced this). Now, she wants to bring back all the human saints who have fallen in the long river of history!

"Let's get started, everyone."

Zhu Wen holds a soul-guiding lamp in her hand. The flame of the lamp is condensed from the light of her soul and emits a strange glow. This light ignores the barriers of physical distance and time. It is like the only lighthouse that never goes out in the dark universe, leading the lost souls back.

Her gaze penetrated the dust of time and space. She took a step forward. Under her feet, the origin of reincarnation was contained. The reincarnation disk, one of the ten innate spiritual treasures, appeared silently and rotated slowly.

The disk is engraved with the cycle of birth and death, the evolution of heaven and earth, metabolism, and the repetition of cycles. And the most important thing is the law of reincarnation that was added artificially.

The wheel of reincarnation appeared at this moment, but not to send souls to the afterlife, but to reverse time and bring back those saints whose holy path had disappeared.

Zhu Wen stood in the center of the wheel of reincarnation and gently placed the soul-guiding lamp in the center of the rotating wheel of reincarnation.

The next moment, a vision suddenly occurred!

Om-!
The speed of the wheel of reincarnation suddenly increased, and the luck of the little pillar was injected into it. The light of the soul-guiding lamp was no longer a weak flame, but turned into a pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth! This pillar of light used the wheel of reincarnation as its base, Zhu Wen's spiritual light as its fuel, and the Overlord's spiritual light as its base. It pierced straight into the void, not upwards, but downwards, towards the past, and into the depths of the long river of history!

Wherever the light column passed, countless broken images, frozen moments, tragic cries, unyielding wills... were stirred and emerged by the power of the light column like sinking sand. They were the marks left in the long river of time when the saints of mankind fell. They were the proof of their existence and the coordinates of their way home!

"Use the light as a guide to illuminate the past!"

"The plate is the way, connecting the past and the present!"

"Use your heart as fire to rekindle the holy light!"

"With the pillar as the foundation, the Holy Spirit returns to its place!"

The little pillar burst out with unprecedented light, and the pillar seemed to become transparent, and its core was like a universe containing a sea of ​​stars. Under the guidance of the soul-guiding lamp, in the passage opened up by the wheel of reincarnation, under the warm embrace and call of the light of the soul...

Little stars began to emerge from the depths of history!
At first, there were only a few scattered stars, as faint as fireflies, with the vicissitudes and silence of the ages. They were captured by the light of the soul-guiding lamp, and followed the space-time channel in the light column, upstream! The starlight became more and more numerous, denser and denser, gathering into streams, gathering into galaxies! Each starlight represented the light of the holy way of a human saint who once shone and eventually fell!
They have crossed the barrier of time, crossed the chasm of death, and broken free from the shackles of historical dust. Like tired birds returning to their nests, they have resolutely headed towards the small human pillar that exudes a warm call and a solid support!
The moment the starlight sank into the little pillar, the pillar shook slightly, as if it was humming and resonating. The light on the pillar flowed, as if it had been injected with new life. Those wills that had been dormant for eternity, under the warmth of the fire of the soul and in the anchoring of returning to their positions, began to revive and began to re-condense the glory of the saint!

Zhu Wen stood at the center of the wheel of reincarnation, holding the soul-guiding lamp high, the light of the soul like the sea, and the small pillar carrying the returning galaxy. She was the core of this ritual that spanned life and death and ran through ancient and modern times. She was the guide who held the soul-guiding lamp, opened up the road of reincarnation, ignited the fire of the soul, and laid the foundation for returning to one's place.

Thunder roared.

On the prehistoric continent, an eye condensed by purple thunder looked towards this place. The eye was emotionless, only retaining the ultimate destruction. It was the eye of heavenly punishment condensed by the purple thunder of the multiverse. The multiverse was really furious. This was not provoking the basic rules of the multiverse, this was to destroy the place, this was deceiving the heaven!

It was at this moment that, in a corner of the multiverse, a giant tree rooted in the earth instantly spanned the long river of time and space, using human luck as nourishment, blossomed and bore fruit, and instantly attracted the attention of the multiverse.

Chu Hao had a bitter smile on her face. She didn't expect that this mythical form of hers would appear for the first time after three thousand years, and would serve as a shield for others.

Compared to the 'shadow of the past' that Zhu Wen pulled back in a short period of time at the cost of the multiverse's human destiny, Chu Hao's mythological form is undoubtedly more excessive and more displeasing to the multiverse's pan-consciousness.

When the mythical form of Fengdi was activated for the first time, Chu Xuan pulled almost the entire Zhongzhou team to draw the sword for Chu Hao. Now it was Chu Hao's turn to repay this karma.

The tree rooted in the earth stretched out its branches, and the dense twigs and leaves easily blocked the purple divine thunder that was powerful enough to destroy the origin.

"Hehe, you have become quite capable in three thousand years."

Zhang Heng from the Zhongzhou team stood under the tree, looking at the Purple Sky Divine Thunder, feeling uncomfortable all over.

Zhang Heng had a very bad feeling. He always felt that he was going to be in bad luck recently. No, it should not be said to be unlucky. That feeling might be the same as when Tun Zhou met Wu Jie?
Zhang Heng's eyes fell on this mythical form of the earth again. Although he had not yet achieved Daluo, he knew that there were many Zhang Hengs in the multiverse, such as [Go, Pikachu]. Although the Zhang Hengs of [Go, Pikachu] were very resistant to this name, this name fell on them.

Since Chu Hao awakened his mythical form and Ai Yi was resurrected, Zhang Heng no longer had to be stupid in front of Chu Hao.
Zhang Heng knew very well that he was really stupid at that time, not pretending to be stupid, but he didn't know why. But Zhang Heng wanted to find out, so with the help of Chu Hao, Zhang Heng also tried to find the answer from himself.

In the end, Zhang Heng really discovered something.

Standard state.

Unlike the deflected state which is now almost gone, the standard state, although not as strong as the unique state, is also strong enough.

In a certain standard state, Zhang Heng saw a... uh, throne?

That was a throne that Zhang Heng could not describe in words. Countless things were suppressed in the throne, such as yellow squares and pink stars, sheep with bells and wolves with scars, or fat men wearing white shirts and green pants. Those characters seemed very ordinary, even gentle, at first glance, but as long as you looked closely, you would find the great terror hidden in them.

And the person sitting on the throne is very similar to him!
The moment Zhang Heng saw that person, he knew his name - Zhang Haohuan.

Zhang, hao, huan?
open!
Zhang Heng suddenly woke up from his dream, looking at the green mask that had slipped off his face. He didn't know when it was put on his face. Zhang Heng's eyes switched back and forth between panic and enlightenment.
(End of this chapter)