Who is it?
Qin Ze looked strange.
The president's words sounded strange.
Five points of surprise, three points of relief, and two points of resentment.
"You are also a resonator?!"
Qin Ze thought of Jiuyou's last warning.
Don't expose yourself.
Obviously, he has been exposed now.
It turns out that this is the president's ultimate goal.
He is not for rescuing Leo, nor for the Demon Suppression Palace.
The old man's real goal is Qin Ze.
He first uses the source of Jiuyou on Baimao to test it.
If Qin Ze can absorb and integrate it, it can prove that he is 100% a resonator.
The president said calmly: "Why? Are you surprised?"
"I've noticed you since you showed your talent at Haidu Academy."
"But you were too weak at that time and needed to grow up."
Qin Ze asked the same question he had asked Jiuyou: "Who are we?"
The president's tone was full of loneliness and emotion: "We are gods, we are the head of gods."
Qin Ze blinked.
Good man, I'm so famous.
"Are resonators always resonators? Will they suddenly become resonators in the middle of their practice?"
If Qin Ze hadn't absorbed the blood of the God of Wilderness and hadn't come into contact with the God Tree, would he still be a resonator now?
The president said calmly: "Time is limited, let's not waste time on these meaningless topics, let's get down to business first."
Is this meaningless?
Qin Ze thought it was very meaningful.
Since he came down from the World Tree, he has been entangled with the question of "Who am I" more than once.
Qin Ze said: "My resonator friend, are you going to eat me?"
The president replied: "It's not appropriate to use the word eat. We will only be stronger together."
Qin Ze pulled the corner of his mouth. Why does this sentence sound so familiar?
"You just gave me a big blood bag from Jiuyou. Although there is a piece of dog skin plaster on my body, it is enough to deal with a wisp of divine thought."
If the president's real body came, Qin Ze would still think twice.
A wisp of divine thought descended from the gods, you are pretending to be a trader.
Qin Ze summoned Miss Jianxie with his right hand, and the best friends combined.
The resentment was pulling Qin Ze's legs frantically. They wanted to see Qin Ze die the most, and all kinds of trash talk kept echoing in his ears.
Qin Ze said expressionlessly: "The attack power needs to be improved. You can learn from the old guys when you have the chance in the future."
The president was still calm and said lightly: "Since I gave it to you, I can take it back."
As soon as the voice fell, a black human-shaped shadow condensed behind the president.
From the vague outline, Qin Ze could vaguely see that it was Jiuyou who had just met him.
The president said: "The fusion of the source of God is a long process, and this period will accelerate the condensation of the godhead."
"You think the fusion is completed, but you think it is."
Qin Ze thought of the progress bar of the source of God.
So, what the progress bar really represents is the progress of the shaping of the godhead?
Buzz——
An invisible wave spread from the Jiuyou shadow behind the president, and Qin Ze resonated with it uncontrollably again.
Qin Ze could clearly feel that something was being peeled off from the source of God bit by bit.
This process was both painful and long.
Qin Ze felt as if his entire body was about to be torn apart, and every cell in his body was trembling in pain.
"You first, then it's the turn of those noisy guys."
After saying that, the president clapped his hands lightly, and ripples appeared in the space barrier above.
I saw an open bronze coffin falling from the sky and landing steadily in front of Qin Ze.
"Although the coffin board is broken, it can barely be used again."
Layers of complex patterns spread from the bottom of the coffin, covering all six barriers of the space.
Qin Ze was still fighting against resentment and the source of the Nine Netherworld that was peeled off bit by bit.
He knelt on one knee, unable to move.
Miss Jianxia discovered the abnormality of the coffin and killed it with the fire baby and the water baby.
However, before they could get close, Miss Jianxia and her baby were both trapped in mid-air.
The president said calmly: "The Xuan Coffin is a divine artifact of high quality, with powerful seals and suppression power. You, who are incomplete, cannot contend with it."
Miss Jianxia threw a daydream seed, which shattered above her head, and the powder floated towards the president.
"It's useless, my real body is not here."
"You hypnotized only a body."
"This body is just my carrier, and I didn't use the power of the carrier."
Miss Jianxia felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Is it... that this is the end?
At this time, the voice of Brother Devourer suddenly sounded in the local area network.
"I'm on your right."Qin Ze turned his head hard and looked to the right rear.
Brother Devourer in the form of a strange beast rushed out of the space barrier, like a high-speed locomotive, and slammed into the president.
But this space had been set up with a barrier by the coffin, and Brother Devourer's speed was getting slower and slower. In the end, he was trapped in the "quagmire" like Miss Jianxie and could not move.
The president said: "For today, I have waited for almost an era."
"No one can stop me, not even the God of Wilderness himself."
The barrier on the barrier became brighter and brighter, and the pressure became stronger and stronger.
Brother Devourer groaned and was pressed to the ground.
Qin Ze was lifted up by an invisible force. He was like a little white mouse on the experimental table, and his body unfolded into the shape of "Tai".
The coffin slowly rose at this time and hovered in front of Qin Ze.
While the source of the Nine Netherworld was slowly peeled off, Qin Ze's resentment also turned into strands and was put into the coffin bit by bit.
"Wan La! Going in again!"
"Little thief, you are such a loser. Even if I give you the Nine Nether Origin, you can't stand up!"
"Whether someone is in charge or not, the villains will win in the end."
"I feel like we are being played around by others."
"Be more confident and get rid of the feeling."
"..."
The resentful thoughts cursed at first, and then gave up resistance.
At worst, they can continue to endure the old man, but the target of the endurance has changed.
Qin Ze said to himself: "He still wants the Demon Suppression Palace."
The spirit of the weapon is protected by the resentment in a special way.
Only by suppressing the resentment again can the president touch the spirit of the weapon.
Qin Ze stared at the president not far away: "You really want both. I think the name of the God of Greed is more appropriate for you."
The president replied without emotion: "I just took back what originally belonged to me."
Qin Ze snorted: "Not only greedy, but also a shameless guy."
The president said lightly: "Relax, take a deep breath, everything will be over soon."
Qin Ze looked at Jiuyou's vague shadow: "The old god's remains you got are Jiuyou, right?"
This time, the president did not answer him.
Blood seeped out of Qin Ze's divine pattern, and he was about to be physically torn apart.
Suddenly, ripples appeared on the six spatial barriers at the same time.
Then, one by one, the clones crossed the barriers and arrived in this space one after another.
"Pretty God, we are here to save you!"