The last words of the spirit sign were meaningful.
The sword had already been used, and Qin Ze could not save it.
The first thing he thought of about the rule of returning to the position was the random rule derived from the spirit sign's ability.
But where is that "position"?
Qin Ze felt that this was related to the fact that the God of Wilderness did not kill the spirit sign at the beginning.
The soul bead of the spirit sign was the most beautiful among the soul beads collected by Qin Ze, with full special effects.
"So cool!"
"The demigod level is so bad, the god-level soul bead must be heavenly."
"There is nothing to envy, anyway, there is Niu Niu to back it up."
"Can you lick it for me?"
"No, it's mine!"
"Huh? Are you not dead yet?"
"..."
The random brother's words interrupted the thoughts of the clones.
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows, the old thing is still very lucky.
The soil on the ground where the spirit sign disappeared suddenly loosened.
Then, Random Brother emerged from the soil with his back to everyone.
All the clothes behind him were burned, and there were serious burns on the surface of his skin.
The clothes in front of him were still there, but they were wrinkled.
"Tell me loudly, who is the MVP!"
Random Brother turned around, pinched his waist with both hands, and was very proud.
But his embarrassed appearance was somewhat funny.
Miss Jianxie said: "Qin Ze, your puppet is so mean, is it brain broken?"
Random Brother deliberately posed for a while, and after the MVP cutscene ended, he walked straight towards Qin Ze.
"Give it to me!"
He still pinched his waist with his left hand, and stretched out his right palm upward.
Qin Ze put away the soul bead, and Random Brother was anxious when he saw this: "You can't afford to play, right?"
Qin Ze said lightly: "It's not over yet, you have to live until the end first."
The projection of the ancient battlefield is still there, and the clone of the spirit sign has not disappeared.
The clones were still cleaning up the few corpses, and the Dharma King was still a chicken.
Although the original body of the Spirit Lottery was dead, his previously extracted abilities still existed.
The Three Seconds of Real Man had just ended, and Qin Ze was in sage mode, and the heart of unknown origin was gradually restoring his vitality.
Sanmu had already removed the two arms of the Spirit Lottery clone, and winning was only a matter of time. Qin Ze did not intend to step forward to help.
Random Brother looked around and finally hid in a marginal position, waiting for the end of the battle.
A few minutes later, Sanmu cut the Spirit Lottery clone in half with a sword.
The timeline on the battlefield seemed to be pulled back by an invisible big hand.
The corpses and ruins disappeared out of thin air.
The five elements of fire gathered in the sky again.
The rotten flesh and blood turned back into barren land, and the gray fog became thinner and thinner.
As the last trace of gray fog dissipated, the shadow in it also disappeared quietly.
All this seemed to be erased by an eraser.
"Oh oh oh oh... Shit!"
"I'm finally back!"
A bolt of lightning shot up into the sky.
The Dharma King in the form of a strange beast raised thunderclouds all over the sky, and countless thunder whips lashed the earth.
"Damn it! Dharma King, watch out, there are friendly injuries!"
"Please, old man, please put away your magical powers, the BOSS battle is over!"
"You were just paddling the whole time, so I'll call you paddling on the edge from now on."
"Interview you, how does it feel to become Kun?"
"..."
The Dharma King didn't bother to pay attention to the nagging of his clones.
At this time, he was so angry that he had nowhere to vent.
He hardly dealt any damage in the whole battle, but kept avoiding friendly injuries and trampling.
"Damn it!"
"You'll die soon!"
The Dharma King punched into the sea of fire.
The stirred five elements of fire became irritable, and a wave of fire hit the Dharma King's head.
The King of Dharma was caught off guard and his body was burnt.
The clone on the ground laughed.
Sanmu put away his flying sword and came to Qin Ze.
"Where is the soul bead?"
Qin Ze spread his palm, and Sanmu breathed a sigh of relief.
"The soul bead is here, Lingqian is indeed dead."
Lingqian's ability is unpredictable, and no one knows whether he will draw out a "resurrection armor".
But the appearance of the soul bead proves that Lingqian is completely dead.
Sanmu saw Qin Ze's shocking sword before.
An ordinary warrior can actually master divine power.
Looking at the period of the gods, there are not many such monsters.
Qin Ze put away the soul bead and said, "The last sentence of the spirit sign is that when he dies, the rules will return to their original positions."
"What do you mean?"
Sanmu shook his head: "I don't know."
"Are the abilities of other suppressed beasts also related to the rules?"
"I don't know."
"How can I find other sword holders quickly?"
"I don't know."
Qin Ze's face was full of black lines.
If you don't know anything, what's the use of you?
"When did you guard the spirit sign here? You should know, right?"
Sanmu replied:Before the star gate was broken. "
Qin Ze couldn't help but be surprised: "So early?"
Such an important matter, the God of Wilderness never mentioned it in his diary.
Or did he write it, but it was in the lost part?
Sanmu said in a deep voice: "I am just a mortal. You ask me about the gods. I don't know."
"I think what happened that year is no longer important."
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows: "What is important?"
Sanmu pointed to his heart: "What you want to protect here."
The clones heard the words and talked about it in the local area network.
"We have something to protect?"
"Not sure, do you know?"
"I don't know."
"Me too."
"..."
Qin Ze came back to his senses and said: "I don't think I have anything special to protect. ”
Everyone in the family is a big shot, and it seems that he is the weakest one now.
The human race has grown up and learned to unite and face the outside world.
Although the overall strength of the warriors cannot compete with the five ancient clans, looking at the myriad clans, they are basically standing a few levels above the pyramid.
If he were to say that the only thing he particularly wants to do now is to get Brother Yuanzi out of the Hall of Stars.
Seeing the other party's reaction, Sanmu looked dazed and said lightly: "Maybe."
Qin Ze asked: "Do you think the gods are dead?"
Sanmu did not answer this question directly, but said: "Even a mortal like me can live to this day, let alone gods. "
Qin Ze suddenly felt as if his mind had been opened.
He had been wondering whether the gods were dead before, but now that he had seen Sanmu, a remnant of the old days, he had a clear answer in his mind.
But where are those gods who did not fall now?
Sanmu gave Qin Ze a suggestion: "Faith is a very important thing. I don't know exactly why it is important. I heard it accidentally from the conversation between the gods."
"You can pay attention to it. It will surely help you become a god."
The Dream God said the same thing.
Qin Ze now has the Glazed Sea, a place of faith, plus the remnants of the Fantasy Clan in the Boundary Stone World.
After this incident, the Molten Steel Civilization can also try to transform it.
But even if there are believers from three civilizations, the power of faith gathered is negligible.
This road is destined to be difficult to walk, otherwise the gods would not have the answer and would not bother to copy it.
Qin Ze nodded: "I know."
"What are your plans next?"
Sanmu suddenly smiled freely: "Wandering around the world. ”