Chapter 4059 Fake

"I know, it's life!"

The world created by Sword Intent is ultimately based on Sword Intent.

Even if it combines the power of the dragon, it is not a real dragon after all, and cannot compare with the real big world.

Take Wutai as an example, the reason why she can keep going round and round is because there is such a "silver line of life", which has always existed.

This is not as simple as a cell, a little organic matter.

From a scientific point of view, life is a bunch of carbohydrates.

However, practitioners understand that such things as spirit bodies really exist.

No matter how unreal it is, it is the truth.

Otherwise, the struggle between yin and yang will not be obsessed with which side has more or less souls.

All things have no soul, they are just a bunch of walking dead, and there is no "origin" of life.

In Ye Fan's eyes, the world he sees, although it looks like mountains, rivers, flowers, plants and forests, has everything in it, but in fact there is no soul.

But... creating a soul? How is this created?

Ye Fan stroked his forehead, as if even the Nine Tribulations Azure Dragon could not endow everything with a soul...

The soul, to put it bluntly, is a self-evolving existence.

Ye Fan can create a clone of sword intent with thousands of horses and horses, but... it is not an independent individual.

In the final analysis, only with spiritual wisdom can one be considered a life in the true sense.

Introduce a batch of creatures from outside? It's not impossible, but isn't that the same as Yantian Jie?

In Ye Fan's heart, he still hopes that the world of swords created by him will remain independent.

"Self-evolution..."

Thinking of this, Ye Fan suddenly had an idea!

He remembered that in the chaotic river, when Tai Chu recognized the Lord, Tai Chu himself changed, and his name was branded on it...

In the beginning, this sword was actually older than the Dragon King in the beginning.

It existed the moment Wu Tai was born, Wu Tai's first sword!

Who it belongs to is actually only its own choice, and it cannot be forcibly possessed by anyone.

In the beginning was a life first and a sword second.

Moreover, no matter how the fifth wife restarts, the beginning always exists.

From this point of view, the level of Taichu can even be compared with the entire Wutai!

Because only in this way can Taichu avoid being influenced by Wutai and maintain its independence!

And now...the beginning of time belongs to Ye Fan, and Ye Fan is also the creator of the sword.

"Could it be that……"

Ye Fan had a thought in his heart, and then called Taichu to his face.

Touching the black hilt again, Ye Fan's heart surged...

"Brother, although I'm just guessing...but maybe...we can work together and make a big deal!"

There was a flash of black light in Taichu, as if he felt something, ready to move.

"It seems you can't wait any longer."

A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, and then a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

"Go!"

The moment the voice fell, Taichu turned into a comet and pierced the sky!

Immediately, in silence, the body of the sword turned into countless dots and disappeared from sight!

And when the beginning disappeared, the whole world of swords seemed to undergo a subtle change...

Ye Fan knew that Taichu had truly integrated into this world and became a part of the world of swords.

Moreover, it is still very important... the source of life!

In Ye Fan's view, in the beginning, it should be an existence that includes the origin of life on an equal footing with Wu Taiping.

But because it is the ancestor of all swords, no one thought of another possibility for it, or in other words, there was no way to put it into practice.

Now, Ye Fan uses his sword creator's ability to bring Taichu into a whole new stage.

Ye Fan also doesn't know what kind of life will be bred in the beginning, or it will fail at all and there will be no life.

All this will take time to verify.

With a wave of your hand on the top of the mountain, a few simple and unadorned houses rose from the ground.

At first glance, why does it look so much like the small courtyard of Pan Gu's house?

Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, could it be that the preferences of the Creator are all so similar?

He was too lazy to worry too much, and after setting up the cushions, he continued to think about his various new abilities.

In the world of swords, his manipulation of time can be handled to the limit.

No matter how capable he is, time can be frozen for as long as possible. As long as his cultivation level is high enough, it will be no problem to stop for hundreds of millions of years.

That is to say, Ye Fan no longer needs any Qiankun Formation to help him practice time difference.

This point is very important to Ye Fan, he needs time to bridge the gap with those old creators.

Just in case, Ye Fan was still in the outside world and lost a clone.

There are still about three more days outside, and in the world of swords, Ye Fan can practice for thousands of years...

...

At the same time, in the independent world opened up by Simon.

"Simon!"

Brid, who was still injured, threw herself into Simon's arms.

"Thank you for saving me in time!"

Simon stroked Brid's long purple hair, "Honey, why am I willing to let you have an accident?"

"Unfortunately, Severin is dead..."

"It is too underestimating the enemy. I said earlier, don't give that kid a chance."

Breed looked up, showing a worried look: "My sister, you know about our affairs, how are you going to explain it?"

Simon's handsome face was filled with a gentle smile and he said, "Don't worry, that woman is also responsible for Du Muci's death."

"She's in the same boat with us now, she won't do anything to you."

Brid frowned, "What if she wants you to disown me?"

"Hmph," Simon said disapprovingly, "by herself, she can't stabilize the status of the main god of the Aslan civilization."

"Do you think that she fell in love with me just out of goodwill?"

"That sister of yours...is just taking what I need."

Breed smiled seductively: "So, you won't leave me, right?"

"Of course, you in my eyes are real."

"And that woman, Frigg, will always be just a substitute for someone else."

Simon raised Breed's chin, "You said, how could I like a fake?"

Breed's face was full of charming smiles, but there was a hint of coldness in her eyes...

"Who are you!?"

Suddenly, an exclamation appeared from the hall!

Simon was stunned for a moment, only to realize that another Breed had appeared in his world?

He suddenly realized something, and looked down at "Bride" in front of him...

A suffocatingly beautiful face, condensed like ten thousand years of frost, was looking at him coldly.

"Substitute...fake?"

Frigg stood up from Simon's arms.

"Snapped!!"

Unceremoniously, he slapped Simon hard on the face.

Although he is not a master god who is good at fighting, he is also an ancient creator after all. With a single palm, Sai Meng's face is bleeding.