Mysterious God-level Scan

Its youthful figure turned into the cave.

"Open, perfect entry."

lean less.

Ye Zicang's figure disappeared, and the colorful void appeared.

"boom!"

In a certain barbaric mountain range, colorful rays of light burst forth.

"Roar"

at this moment.

The ancient relics in the mountains, the pair of huge pupils have the color of horror.

growl all over

The giant bird fell into the air, crouching and crawling, lowering its arrogant head.

Right at this moment.

A young man walked out with a long posture.

Wearing a moon-white robe, his temperament is dusty and ethereal.

Viewing from a distance is like being immortal.

His face is handsome.

There was a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth.

There is a sense of cynicism.

The dark eyes glowed brightly, scanning all sides.

"Hey, is this the Eight Domains, but where is it now?"

Ye Zi Cang smirked.

Suddenly, he frowned.

"The rules of the world here are indeed incomplete, and there is a big gap between them and the gods."

Ye Zi Cang looked at the world and muttered softly.

immediately.

The light in his eyes pierced through the void, and his eyes flashed brightly, like two bright lights.

"There's a city there! Go and see first."

in situ.

Ye Zicang's body swept away, and the waves rippled in place.

distance.

This is an ancient land.

It can be seen vaguely that the former glory here is incomparable with the existence of border countries.

At the end of it, there is a city that is quite imposing.

The city gate is magnificent, and the gray-brown city wall looks extremely tall.

Cut the empty city!

This is the name of this city.

Ye Zicang's figure kept flashing and disappearing, entering the city.

"The scenery here is a little familiar."

Looking at the surrounding scene, Ye Zicang was puzzled.

On the streets, you can see all kinds of creatures, ancient relics walking.

Huge beast bodies are moving, all kinds of creatures.

Ye Zicang looked at the immemorial relics that were not in human form around him, his brows frivolous.

Not a single image appeared in his mind.

It was a child, with a small but mighty figure, chasing the immemorial relict and shouting to kill him, threatening to eat him.

"Hey, do you want to learn from Huangdi? It seems that I haven't eaten the so-called non-human creatures."

Ye Zicang rubbed Guanghua's chin, and a thief smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When it comes to eating, Ye Zi Cang's eyes gleam.

He is also a foodie, otherwise he wouldn't eat roasted chicken wings often, and even made sweet-scented osmanthus cakes himself. These were all learned from the Internet before, and Ye Zicang never rejected them.

Ye Zicang muttered to himself without lowering his voice.

"Forehead"