The fission moth is covered in death that seeps into the bone marrow.

Ahead, there is an unstoppable shadow, and the cunning night has reached a tacit understanding with Liao at the first moment, and although a person of mythical strength cannot kill it, the task of blocking its path is enough to be successfully completed.

Is...... Pathetic!

Cayintini let out a mocking laugh, but not at anyone else, but at himself, and the next moment, the Ash Prince swung the 'Wanderer', the tip of the halberd easily piercing the layers of demon moth bone armor, brushing through the vital points, severing all nerves, and cutting off all possibility of action again.

The Fission Moth is a zerg that the Ash Prince has never seen before, and the abolition of the nervous system is only the first step, and the next step is the sealing of the soul.

"If I just kill, I could have made it a little easier."

After completing the final step of the seal, under the seemingly complaining witty tone of the Ash Prince, Kaiyuantini was completely deprived of the last trace of combat power, and at the same time, the only remaining action power was abolished.

Grabbing the waste from the ground, the Ash Prince drops it at the feet of the Night.

"Human, the deal can begin."

The Ash Prince didn't seem to be at all worried about the possibility of the night defaulting, and this confidence made him disdain to use the Devil's contract documents before the deal began.

"It's nature, Your Majesty."

Night's voice remained unwavering, and after bowing to the Ash Prince, he pointed to the Amber Egg behind him and said:

"Your Majesty, this is what you want."

The Ash Prince narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone restrained into a smile:

"You're not kidding me."

"No one dares to joke with His Majesty."

"It's true that no one dares, but ...... Are you? ”

With a question, the 'earthly' Vault Dweller had arrived in front of the eyes of the night, and the sharp halberd spat out the light of destruction, like a letter that entwined the serpent of the world, which was powerful enough to penetrate the god's body.

Cangye calmly faced the edge that was enough to destroy himself, because in the next moment, a palm blocked the crisis for himself.

It was a palm made of quicksand, shining with a dazzling amber light, and if you looked closely, you could even see the faint flickering ripples of water in the quicksand.

At some point, the amber egg behind him had cracked open and turned into a sky of sand and fluttering, and then a tall, hazy figure gathered, similar to the guide, but more dreamy than the latter.

The Scythe of Time in Night's hand had flown out and fallen into the hands of the Shadow of the Bright Sand, and a vast force poured into this terrible weapon, and in the blink of an eye, a more perfect scythe appeared.

One side is engraved with magnificent and dreamy patterns, and the other side is occupied by chaotic and hideous ghost faces, the combination of beauty and ugliness, the coexistence of joy and despair, the reshaping of the sand of time, and the ruthlessness of time.

With the authority of time in hand, a new God has been born.

The Ash Prince's expression was slightly hideous:

"But you're not a god yet."

The Vault Dweller pulled out of his palm, the prince wrapped in golden ripples, his feet shining with fire, and the wheel of light intertwined behind him, and the divine power similar to but different from the King of Gold was once again struck.

The deserted courtyard of time burst into more cracks at this moment, and all sides were pierced by hideous void cracks, spanning endless years, and this mysterious palace was about to be swallowed into nothingness.

The new gods intertwined the amber robes, the god boots shaped by the sand stepped out, and an amber light pattern spread out from under its feet, like a snake shadow wriggling, swinging left and right, the space was refixed, the cracks escaped, the gaps merged, and the courtyard of time, which was almost in ruins, reappeared the misty beauty of the past, and the corridors and palaces were staggered and intertwined, and the delicate and complex lines were infused by the new divine power, washing away the residual power of the old gods and regaining the dignity of the new gods.

"The kingdom of God is reshaped, Prince of Ashes, and you who are incomplete will not be an opponent of God."

A silver mask suddenly appeared in front of the shadow of the light sand, outlining a face similar to that of the night, and the lips squirmed, making the same sound as the night, but it was even more cold and ruthless.

Closing the mask and holding aloft the authority of the scythe, the passing of time intertwined with the ribbon of light that was tied to the scythe, and with the dance of the blade, it blocked all the paths of the Ash Prince, making it impossible to advance or retreat.

After a long stalemate, the cold gaze of the Ash Prince suddenly swept towards the night, who would have expected that an ant-like existence in his eyes would calculate himself to such an extent.

Entangled in it, it can't spare the strength to wash away this humiliation, it can only watch this damn human show off in front of itself.

"Very well, human, I remember you, the gates of paradise are always open for you!"

With a somber laugh, the Ash Prince waved a portal, and the Vault Dweller weaved through the flickering barrier to fend off the gods' onslaught. After a short time, he immediately escaped into the door and left this increasingly dangerous kingdom of God.

Reborn from the Amber Egg, Nightnight fuses most of the fragments of the Godhead of Time with half of his soul, and finally gives birth to another new God.

However, the Godhead is not complete, and so is the authority, the Night Clone is not a complete God of Time, and some of the priesthood is left in the hands of the God of Time and Order, which will be another cruel battle after that.

Nightshade came up to Caysin Tini and dragged the moth from the ground like a dead dog, even though the other man was several times taller than Night.

The moth looked at the night, his eyes did not show depression, nor did he beg for mercy, but only the light clouds and the breeze, and a trace of residual sneer:

"Heretic, are you more cunning than I thought, like I introduced your new friends?"

"Even now, can cheap words still bring you pleasure?"

Unmoved, the night dragged Caysin Tini to the doppelganger.

The newly reshaped, incomplete god of time can only exert the combat power that a true god should have in the divine realm, and in the outside world, this combat power will fall below the true god, not much different from the false god.

Trinity, the godhead created by the doppelganger is not yet complete, and the same is true of the priesthood, the only advantage is the almost endless divine power left by the old gods.

Re-refining also takes a lot of work.

Although there is still a distance from the true gods, Cangye is now undoubtedly standing on the pinnacle of the multiverse, among the gods and goddesses.

The purpose of the Lord of Billions of Radiances has been revealed, and as for the hidden conspiracy, Cangye has already accumulated the first batch of capital in his hands, whether it is the Heavens, or the Abyss, or the Holy Mountain, the World Tree, the Heavenly Realm, the Divine Plain, etc., they can no longer fiddle with the Cangye like teasing ants.

The dark path of creation, destruction and reconstruction, and the dream of reshaping the universe are destined to be a heretical path that does not exist with all things, and a new era is coming!