It's almost noon.

There was a scorching sun on his head, but when Mo Aotian saw the smile on the corner of Pingxiu's mouth, he shivered for no reason.

Frowning his brows, Mo Aotian said solemnly, "March Ping, what's the meaning of this?"

Pingxiu glanced at Mo Aotian lightly, his smile faded to three points, and he said, "It's nothing."

"It's just that I feel that the sword cultivator in the Divine Realm is too difficult, and now only the cultivation of the Divine Realm is left. Then, no one can stop what I want to do next."

Hearing this, Mo Aotian noticed a strange smell.

What Pingxiu said about what he was going to do seemed to be in addition to the obvious purpose of this trip to wipe out the Monet Dynasty.

Anything else?

Don't wait for Mo Aotian to think about what Pingxiu has to do.

Pingxiu suddenly changed the subject and said, "By the way, I have heard rumors recently that the golden dharma body that appeared in the Monet palace that day was a miracle of the manifestation of the ancient gods."

"I don't know how Aotian Zuo Envoy thinks about this?"

When Mo Aotian heard the words, he raised his head suddenly.

Countless years have passed since the age of the ancient gods.

For a long time, some people even doubted whether the power of the Protoss existed in the long river of time.

Or, it's just a story that those guys who created Shinto in later generations deliberately made up stories in order to spread Shinto.

However, Mo Aotian knew that in the ancient times, not only the Protoss really existed.

He also suppressed all ethnic groups with his brute force and created countless myths that stunned ancient history.

after all.

In ancient times, the Demon Race was one of the few powerful races that once competed with the Protoss.

Although the demons were defeated in the end, they retreated into the demon world with harsh environment.

But about the Protoss, they have left a detailed record.

And many days ago, the information about that golden dharma body was presented to Mo Aotian's desk.

Comparing with the description of the ancient secret tome inherited from the Demon Sect, Mo Aotian was more than half sure, and speculated that the golden dharma body should be implicated in the ancient **** race.

And this time.

The reason why he was willing to go out and come to the Monet Dynasty with Pingxiu was for the golden body.

But, why did Pingxiu suddenly mention this?

Could it be that he is also interested in the ancient gods?

"No, the matter of the Protoss, even those holy places and ancient Taoists, know very little."

"How could he hear the rumors of the ancient gods?"

next moment.

Mo Aotian suddenly realized the problem, and when he looked up, his eyes just met the pair of eyes that Pingxiu looked at with a smile.

The four eyes met for a moment. Mo Aotian read scrutiny, arrogance, jokes...all kinds of emotions from Pingxiu's bottomless eyes.

A trace of unease surged in Mo Aotian's heart, and it quickly brewed and expanded.

"Pingxiu, how much do you know about the ancient gods?"

Mo Aotian called his name directly, but before he finished speaking, under the black robe, demonic energy began to flow.

At the same time, the aura of perfection in the late stage of Consciousness Sea Realm erupted from Mo Aotian.

Between square inches, Xiang Pingxiu rolled away.

However.

Mo Aotian was very fast, his pupils shrunk.

Because of his aura, he fell behind Ping Xiu.

Pingxiu was not directly crushed to the ground as he imagined.

Instead, he stood there well, his face was still calm, and the corners of his brows and eyes were mocking him.

"You're wrong!"

"You are not resting!"

"Who exactly are you?"

Mo Aoyu let out a low voice, with a trembling in his tone that he didn't even notice.

He knows the realm of peace and rest, and is at the peak of the transcendence realm.

This kind of strength made Pingxiu stand out among the monarchs of the dynasties.

but.

Mo Aotian is a great consummation in the late stage of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and he can enter the peak of the realm by the slightest, pointing directly to the existence of Kaishen!

His aura, let alone a cultivator at the peak of the Tribulation Realm.

Even if it is changed to the power of the early stage or even the middle stage of the sea of ​​consciousness, it is impossible to bear it.

And Pingxiu behaved as if it was just a breeze.

Without the strength of the peak of Consciousness Sea Realm, it is impossible to do this at all.

If Ping Xiu really has such strength.

Where do you still need to seek skin from the tiger and cooperate with the Demon Sect.

You can just push the Monet Dynasty directly.

Furthermore, the situation of peace and rest was personally confirmed by the altar master before he left.

It is absolutely impossible to go wrong with the method of the altar master approaching the middle stage of Kaishen.

Therefore, the only explanation Mo Aotian can think of at this moment is that the person in front of him is not a real peace break.

It was a great cultivator at the peak of the sea of ​​consciousness, Li Dai Tao Zong, who pretended to be dressed up.

After finding an answer, Mo Aotian suddenly had countless questions in his heart:

Since the current holiday is fake, where is the real holiday now?

When did the other party change the real peace break?

What is the purpose of the other party pretending to be close to him?

...

A series of problems are intertwined, making Mo Aotian unable to find useful clues at all.

"I'm not in peace, who else could I be?"

Right now.

The answer that Pingxiu gave with a smile made Mo Aotian instantly furious and said, "Shut up!"

"If you are Lord Ping, then I will ask you, why did you invite me to come here?"

"Could it be that the strength of your knowledge of the peak of the sea level is not enough to deal with Cao Tianzheng?"

In the face of Mo Aotian's rebuke, Pingxiu chuckled, shook his head and said, "Aotian Zuo Envoy, you made a mistake."

"I asked you to come here, not because I need you."

"Instead, the Lord God needs you."

The moment the words "Shen Zun" were spit out from Ping Xiu's mouth.

Mo Aotian only felt a chill, from the heels along the legs and spine, directly to the back of the heart.

"impossible!"

"After the end of the war of ten thousand races, this world has long been isolated from heaven and earth, and has become a place abandoned by gods and immortals."

"How could there be a God Venerable coming from the lower realm!"

"It's impossible!"

this moment.

Mo Aotian thought of the secrets in the secret scriptures of the sect, and shook his head to refute.

"If it is a **** in the upper realm, of course it is impossible for the lower realm."

"But what if it is the resurrection of the gods who fell in the battle of gods?"

However, when Pingxiu's words sounded again, a playful tone fell behind Mo Aotian's ears.

Every word turned into a maddening thunder of nine days, causing his mind to collapse and disintegrate in the shock.

Mo Aotian understands that once the situation that Ping Xiu said really happens.

Then it will cause an unimaginable impact on the pattern of the Southeast Region, and even this world.

That is a god!

Recovering from ancient history, even if the peak is no longer, it is enough to sweep all the creatures in the lower world!

Suddenly.

Mo Aotian thought of Pingxiu's ambition, and immediately said with a strong warning: "Pingxiu, do you know what consequences you will bring if you do this?"

"Reviving the gods, are you not afraid that your hundreds of millions of people in the Pingjiang Dynasty will become the blood of the gods in the future?"

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