The world has become three-dimensional, and everything is developing in an unpredictable direction.

The Monets were at a loss, and their own changes seemed to affect their lifespan.

The Monets began to die one after another.

However, this is not the most terrifying world. What made them even more afraid of suddenly happened one day ten thousand years ago.

That day was recorded as the first year of the practitioners by Monets.

After the first cold and ruthless voice sounded, millions of years or more,

When all the worlds were already developing in the direction of three-dimensional dimensions, another sound containing extreme darkness, unknown, completely different from the cold and ruthless voice before, and a sound full of depressed aura sounded.

The voice began to say a few very mysterious words, but Monet did not remember them at that time.

Just the last sentence, remember.

I am the first, and I sacrificed my sacrifices and I will return ten thousand years later.

Krasse tried hard to learn according to the information recorded in Clark's mind.

Unlike Monet's language, Kleus has struggled to learn this sentence.

Just like foreigners say Chinese characters, it has some meanings of quaint words.

However, Wu Hao understood.

Eh?

Hey hey hey?

A strange look suddenly appeared on his face.

Isn’t this the word I carved on the stone tablet?

How could the people who were just to show off and prepared to let humans watch five hundred years later appear ten thousand years ago in Monet's world?

Something weird!

Got to make trouble!

Speaking of this, Klees paused for a moment, and the polluted descendants who had been listening to his stories all around him were all extremely strange in their faces.

He carefully glanced at Wu Hao, who was surrounded by ghost mist and was like a god and demon.

It seems that the time point now is exactly ten thousand years later.

Could it be

Many polluted descendants, including those red Monet and the captured Monet, were full of thoughts for a moment.

Cooperating with the so-called god's breath in front of you, it is full of unknowns, darkness, and coldness

Especially the Red Monet, they do not believe in crystals, but only believe in the legendary ancestor gods.

Compared with the white Monet with a complete historical heritage, the red Monet was almost massacred, and most of the inheritance system in the clan had been lost.

This is the first time they know that there was a god and demon named Chu who came ten thousand years ago in history and said they would return ten thousand years later.

And Xiao Moli was the most excited.

The little guy clapped his hands and chattered to the red Monet people around him. She clearly remembered that when she first met with God, the language God spoke exactly the same as what Kreus learned.

Suddenly, more red Monet showed a look of surprise.

They were a little hesitant at first. Although they could feel that they were full of involuntary worship impulse towards the God in front of them, they had never seen God appear for tens of thousands of years. This sudden such a god appeared. Even if they saved them, most of the Red Monets who were persecuted by endless persecution did not dare to believe it casually.

After all, they have been having a hard time over the past ten thousand years.

And now, it seems that the one in front of me is really the one I believe in.

This feeling and this surprise are simply too sudden and incredible.

Wu Hao was in the ghost fog, and the deep shadow seemed even more mysterious and tall at this moment.

Kreus became more and more respectful.

For the existence in front of him, he believed that this person was God than any Monet.

Indisputable!

There is no doubt about it!

He swallowed Clark and obtained information, which almost rose from his original fanatical belief to the extent that he could sacrifice himself without thinking.

Just one word from God!

Wu Hao didn't say anything, but Clerus could understand what God was waiting for.

He began to briefly speak his own language and focused on the matter of crystals.

Later, after the second cold sound came out, a drop of red blood mixed with gray mist suddenly fell from the void, filled with strange aura.

Blood dripped onto the crystal, and the entire crystal seemed to have been greatly eroded, and several huge cracks appeared instantly.

Then, under the fearful gaze of all Monets, their faith, their everything, their creator, collapsed!

At this moment, their world seemed to be destroyed.

Faith is gone.

The world will no longer have any color.

All Monet, despair.

Waiting for the arrival of death.

But there seems to be a turning point.

The crystal is divided into six!

It seemed that in order to resist erosion, the crystals first separated the blood-stained parts. Then the remaining pieces fell into the desperate white Monet tribe and turned into large white crystals.

One piece fell into the yellow Monet tribe and turned into yellow crystals.

These are also the largest two of the six crystal fragments.

A piece passed through the destruction land, stained with a trace of black air flow here, landed on the ground, and turned into a black crystal.

A piece passed by a lush plant, drilled into a huge tree, and turned into green crystals.

Another piece of it crawled into the ground and disappeared.

There is still a lot of energy that spreads between heaven and earth.

"Crystal, ethnic group"

“All six types!”

"Say that"

Wu Hao instantly figured it out, and Monet had six ethnic groups in total.

White, yellow, black, red, green and metal Monet.

And now there are six types of crystals.

If white and yellow Monet are the original Monet born when painting the most primitive crystal on white paper, then the four types of Monet are black, red and green metals, which are the alternative Monet born from these small crystals that split up, combined with the products of this world.

Kleus's next words confirmed Wu Hao's speculation, but it was a bit beyond his expectations, or it could be said that it was completely beyond his imagination.

I don't know how long it took.

The other four types of Monet were discovered by the white and yellow Monet.

We were still peaceful at first, but after all, it was just a different color, it was all Monet.

But with the birth of the first Monet practitioner, the world began to develop madly in the direction of strangeness and darkness.

More and more Monet practitioners were born for some reason.

Especially the white and yellow Monets.

These two oldest Monet races gave birth to a large number of Monet practitioners, which are almost the sum of Monet practitioners in other groups.

Several people even touched an unknown realm, communicated with the crystals of their own race, and evolved into a body size of dozens of times that of ordinary Monet.

They call themselves immortals in the painting!

There are five immortals in the painting, three white Monet and two yellow Monet, and no other tribes. Then the five immortals in the painting are bound by their own powerful forces, allowing all Monet to form a coalition force to clear out other dangerous creatures in the world.

After destroying these designated creatures, the so-called recycling was carried out. Next was the history that all the Monets present were well-known to them. The white and yellow Monet race, especially the former, began to launch a large-scale massacre of Monet of other races.

It has continued until now.

"The six-point crystal is probably a bit weird, but there seem to be many puzzles here. Why did the white Monet massacre other Monets?"

Wu Hao touched his chin.

He looked at Kreus.

I always feel that under the puzzles of all these, there are deeper secrets.

The immortal in the painting, the white paper world, the crystal, the slaughter

Everything!

It seems to indicate something.

Next moment~

After a few seconds of pause, after a silence~

Immediately afterwards, Kreus gave out an info that made everyone present terrified.
Chapter completed!