After thinking a little, Deng Lin couldn't help but suddenly realize that there was only one person in the world he created, that is, as the creator, the son of Creator is only responsible for exercising management responsibilities, just like every continent

There is a messenger from the divine realm. In the world he created, the Son of Creation is his messenger, who manages the world on his behalf, but he can never control the world.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, Deng Lin smiled coldly, and said to himself, "Although you are strong now, one day, I want you to surrender willingly to my feet."

The same mouth of the son of Creation raised slightly, "You can't wait for that day."

After a pause, the Son of Creation continued to say coldly, "Because I am you, you are me."

Deng Lin couldn't help but stagnate. The Son of Creation continued, "Your thoughts are my thoughts, your wishes are my wishes. If you are not willing to surrender, then I will not surrender."

Deng Lin couldn't help but reach out and touched his nose. It seems that the Son of Creation is his clone, and even the Son of Creation, whose mindset is the same as his, seems to be an unlikely thing for the Son of Creation to surrender to the deity.

Shaking his head, Deng Lin no longer paid attention to the son of Creation. The power of the original source instantly burst out from the core, and the son of Creation immediately removed the protective umbrella.

The ability of the Creator Son is much higher than that of Deng Lin. Therefore, the Creator Son can control the core and blockade the world with the mighty power of the world. Deng Lin, who is already the fourth level of the alchemy, cannot control such a huge size.

The power of me is used.

After removing the protective umbrella, Deng Lin was suddenly shot to the ground again, and the huge oppressive force once again pressed Deng Lin tightly on the ground.

Feeling the huge pressure Deng Lin was under, the core began to continuously output the power of the original source, constantly trying to break through the heavy pressure of the world.

Deng Lin once again struggled to hold up, but was photographed again.

After struggling like doing push-ups in a row, ten times, twenty times, and one hundred times, Deng Lin tilted his head and fell into a coma again.

The Son of Creation began to protect the situation again. Deng Lin, who woke up from his coma, couldn't help but clench his fist hard. The pressure of the eighth level of the realm of transformation is hard to imagine, and the hidden under this boundless heavy pressure

Energy will be an extremely terrifying existence. Once the Han Emperor really releases the energy under heavy pressure, the demons will invade the continent in the future without any scruples.

Thinking of this, Deng Lin couldn't help but feel anxious, but he had no choice but to lie quietly on the ground.

"The thing about saving the mainland is not there for a moment, there is no need to be too anxious." He witnessed Deng Lin being beaten down again and again, and said unexpectedly to comfort Deng Lin for the first time.

Deng Lin said coldly, "The situation is urgent, not what I want."

The son of Creation slightly squeaked the corners of his mouth, but said nothing.

The son of Creation, who was intimate with Deng Lin, naturally knew what Deng Lin was anxious about, but he could only watch as he suffered all his hardships and made small progress.

There is no time in the realm of transformation, Deng Lin can no longer remember how many times he was hit on the ground, and how many times he once again supported his body and stood up tenaciously.

Deng Lin, who was beaten to the ground countless times, finally climbed over nine steps and arrived at the ninth level of the Transformation Realm, which is also the entrance to the last level of the heaven.

Every time he climbed up a stairs, countless blood and sweat were left behind. Deng Lin climbed up to the nine-stairs like a reptile.

The huge pressure couldn't help but suppress Deng Lin's body, and even more suppressed Deng Lin's spirit. Under the huge pressure, Deng Lin even began to have hallucinations, feeling that he was as small as a speck of dust under the pressure.

The triviality.

If it weren't for the fact that he could still see his strong body with both eyes, Deng Lin's nerves would have collapsed long ago.

Deng Lin, who recovered from heavy breathing, began to support his body tenaciously and wanted to stand up again. However, after more than a hundred efforts, Deng Lin fainted on the steps again.

He frowned as the son of Creation who had been watching Deng Lin crawling up all the way, his expression no longer calmed down. He sighed softly and protected Deng Lin again.

Since the core entered the dark spiritual sea, it began to absorb the spiritual sea frantically. The huge core disappeared in no time. This is also one of the reasons why Deng Lin had to stop repeatedly and his journey was slow.

Not only should he recover his body, but he also had to restore the spiritual sea so that Deng Lin had to put in several times the effort every step he crawled.

The dark core is becoming increasingly unstable as it continues to absorb the spiritual sea. From time to time, black light will emerge from outside the core, and breakthroughs are just around the corner.

On the ninth level of the eighth level of the realm of Transformation, Deng Lin, who was constantly working hard to do push-ups, was exhausted again, and the core in the spiritual sea suddenly shot out thousands of black lights, instantly transforming the entire eighth level of Transformation into the entire realm of Transformation.

The blackness is as dark as ink.

After the black light, the core began to mutate again, constantly expanding, and constantly invading the spiritual sea.

Deng Lin, who woke up from a coma, glanced at the core of the spiritual sea that was tens of thousands of times larger than the fourth level of the Dan Body. He couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air and then vomited a heavy breath of turbidity.

gas.

The son of Creation is right. With such a breakthrough speed of the Spirit Sea, the next breakthrough will be expanded by billions of times. At that time, his own Spirit Sea will reach its limit and cannot accommodate the core to continue to break through.

This is based on one's continuous expansion of the spiritual sea.

The Son of Creation in the kernel is exactly the same size as himself, with black hair, red eyes, and firm eyes like himself in the mirror.

"You don't need to worry too much. The core will continue to expand your spiritual sea before making a breakthrough. You just need to resist the heavy pressure here with peace of mind." The son of Creation, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said coldly.

Deng Lin couldn't help but move. The speed at which the core absorbs the spiritual sea is far greater than the consumption of his spiritual consciousness and mind power. At the speed at which the core absorbs the spiritual sea, it seems that the spiritual sea will break through and expand again, which is indeed much easier than before.

After pondering slightly, Deng Lin divided a wisp of soul and sent it into the core, "No need to control it, absorb the spiritual sea with all your strength!" Deng Lin's soul commanded the core.

The core seemed to have received a big gift, and the entire spiritual sea suddenly sank. Within a few breaths, the spiritual sea had already gone down.

The muscles on Deng Lin's face couldn't help but twitch slightly, and the absorption speed of the Linghai was really terrifying.

Shaking his head, Deng Lin slowly closed his eyes, and his divine body turned on the self-healing mode again, taking care of Deng Lin's divine body.

Deng Lin, who opened his eyes again, entered push-up mode again.

After repeated efforts, he was suppressed again and again, and Deng Lin, who was tenaciously supporting his body again and again, resisted the heavy pressure of heaven and earth indomitable manner.

After turning his hands into fists, Deng Lin stood up half of his body with difficulty, he fell into a coma again.

After waking up, Deng Lin held up half of his body again, but still could not stand up under the huge pressure and straighten his back.

Time flies, and after repeated failures, Deng Lin suddenly roared wildly, his whole body slowly opened from his curl, slowly straightened his waist, his tight hands closed and his trembling body showed his trembling body.

The huge pressure Deng Lin was under at this time.

After persisting for a while, Deng Lin closed his eyes and was hit on the ground again.

Deng Lin, who stood up again, roared wildly and began to burn divine blood without hesitation. The blood mist around him was evaporated. Deng Lin, in the blood mist, held his head up to the sky, his face full of disdain for refusing to surrender.

Deng Lin, who had been climbing up from the ground with difficulty again and again, was able to face the huge pressure of the eighth level of the realm of transformation and forever straighten his body and face it proudly.

Although the bronze body was still trembling and twisting under heavy pressure, the tightly held hands never put down.

The huge core continuously transports the original power and supports Deng Lin's body. On the one hand, the core also begins to absorb the Linghai without any scruples. In a moment, Deng Lin's view of the huge Linghai

It will be sucked out by the kernel.

Suddenly, Deng Lin felt dizzy in his brain, and a huge explosion suddenly came from the spiritual sea, which almost instantly made Deng Lin lose his mind.

After the spiritual platform resumed Qingming Festival, the spiritual consciousness once again penetrated into the spiritual sea, and Deng Lin couldn't help but be stunned.

The expansion of the spiritual sea actually expanded in geometric multiples. After one expansion, the spiritual sea was even more than tens of thousands of times larger than before.

The spiritual sense scanned the Linghai, and Deng Lin only felt the corners of his mouth sluggish, the core, the son of the Creator, the Linghai, each existence exceeded his imagination. Such a shocking upgrade and expansion is a dream no matter who practices.

Things that dare to imagine are constantly repeated in my body.

From this we can see how wise it was to entrust the Eight Divine Beasts clan and the future of the mainland to a stinky yellow-haired boy.

If there is another person on this continent who can save the catastrophe of the people, it must be Deng Lin. At least, the elder of the Eight Divine Beasts thinks so in his heart, Zhu Xue thinks so in his heart, and there is also Deng Lin who has always been stingy with him.

The mysterious master may also think so.

The Son of Creation in the kernel is no longer restricted everywhere in the huge kernel like before, and can even move around at will.

When Deng Lin's spiritual sense scandalized the Son of Creation, he suddenly discovered that the Son of Creation was not moving in the core like an ordinary person, but a real teleportation.

Wherever you want to go, where will the son of Creation appear.
Chapter completed!