I! Lord Of Truth, Signed For Three Thousand Years

Chapter 147: The Creator

Liu Rupicturesque said.

Many Creator Lords also nodded.

Such an interesting character, naturally will not let him? End the game easily.

For a time, millions of Creator Lords shot one after another.

Countless terrifying powers began to suppress Ye An's flesh.

But they soon discovered something was wrong.

Ye An's flesh was actually learning their laws.

And the speed of learning is extremely fast, "640" is almost a few seconds, and it can completely copy the abilities of dozens of creators.

"It's terrifying!"

All Creators, all of them think so.

So he spared no effort to seal Ye An's flesh.

At the same time, the world began to be reconstructed.

In the game world, Ye An watched the world collapse with a confused look.

Then he obtained the memory of Paradise, and only then did he show an expression of sudden realization.

"Creator, Ye An!"

"Do you want to continue challenging the game?"

Faced with many questions from the Creator.

Ye An smiled slightly and nodded in reply.

His purpose is not yet in sight, how can he not continue to play?

"This game increases in difficulty, adds false memories, and doubles the rewards!"

"Do you agree?"

"Agreed!"

Ye An nodded.

He believes in his soul and instincts, not the memories he once had.

Even if everything is false, the bloodthirsty soul will eventually devour the whole world!

"Ding, the system has begun to upgrade, this upgrade time, Tian Wannian!"

Suddenly, a system prompt sounds.

Ye An's face changed drastically.

But in the end, he walked in with determination.

Moment.

False memories filled his mind.

A high soul has also become a mortal.

But Ye An believes that he can still do it!

"The new world has been launched, congratulations to player Ye An for entering!"

The howling winds poured down with pouring rain, and from time to time there were lightning bolts that tore the sky in the dense clouds, and the sea rumbled to illuminate the night.

On the hilly and undulating sea, a small white boat is rolling in the middle of the monstrous waves, and the icy sea rushes up the deck over and over again, slapping heavily on the half-human, half-fish maiden statue at the bow of the ship, and the lifelike beautiful face of the sculptor's hand is very pitiful in this stormy moment...

On the deck, noisy whistling and crude cursing sounded continuously:

"Damn it, Rodham, you bitch, I said don't put this damn barrel on deck, look now, we're running out of fresh water for the return trip, I should really throw you down and feed the sharks!"

"It's filled with pickles, you idiot, and I don't eat pickles."

"Can't you two be quiet? The storm can't block that stinky mouth of both of you, is Rose's milk too much?"

There are still mental quarrels, then it seems that it should be fine for the time being...

Ye An, who had come to the deck to find out the situation, looked at the noisy sailors, whose face had been slightly softened by the monstrous waves and the sea water seeping into the cabin.

"Oh! Hell, it's that kid, why did he come up, go back kid!"

"Let me go back to the cabin and lie down honestly."

His appearance made the sailors a little nervous, and after more than ten years on the ship, they could cope with such a storm, but no one was confident that they could take care of a newcomer with no sailing experience, after all, no one knew what kind of stupid things they would do.