Perfect World

Everyone was stunned, looking into the distance, where smoke and dust were rising into the sky. Everyone stood there like clay and wood sculptures, motionless, and it was difficult to speak.

The small broken mountain gate, with broken walls and rubble everywhere, accompanied by dead old trees and wormwood half as tall as a man, was desolate.

But now who dares to despise it?

A big khaki hand retreated from the void and disappeared into the mountain gate.

This scene stunned everyone! The monks from all religions stood still, confused and a little stupid. This scene and result shocked everyone.

In the distance, the mountains were broken. It was a god who was violently slapped and flew away, knocking down more than twenty peaks, causing the earth to crack and huge rocks to collapse into the clouds!

There was blood on the ground, flowing like a small river, making the mountainous area a bright red, shocking.

"Is this true?" someone whispered, for fear of offending some taboo.

"What...what did I just see? Oh my god, a god who is so high above and looks down on all living beings was slapped away!" Someone yelled, as if he was awakened from a dream.

People's mouths were dry and they made the sound of swallowing. They felt incredible and unbelievable. This kind of scene and this result were really shocking!

In front of the dilapidated mountain gate, there was only a young man standing on the ruins. His long black hair and pure eyes made him look calm and peaceful.

"boom!"

On the mountain in the distance, a huge figure stood up, shook away the mountains that were pressing on it, and stood upright, its eyes like two blood moons, terrifying, staring here.

He walked over with overwhelming murderous intent, causing the entire mountainous area to shake violently, rocks rolling down, and patches of towering ancient trees rustling and withered leaves.

The monks from all religions were all greatly frightened and involuntarily stepped back, feeling a chill in their hearts. They were trembling under this astonishing pressure and their souls were throbbing.

Many people were trembling, and under this supreme pressure, some people involuntarily knelt down, with bones all over their bodies blazing, and worshiped the god of that day.

This is a kind of surrender, uncontrolled, derived from the soul and instinct, unconditional obedience and reverence to the superior - God!

The power of the gods is unstoppable. Once other lower-level monks encounter him, they have no way to resist. They are innately frightened and cannot help but kowtow.

It's just that such a powerful and aloof man was slapped away just now and had one of his arms broken!

"Qi Daolin!"

The god Moro was angry, and his sound shook the surrounding areas. Thunder seemed to appear in the sky, and the clouds in all directions collapsed and were scattered.

"Ah!" Some people yelled, covering their ears and staggering back. Some people even retreated in shock with bleeding from all their orifices and white faces.

This kind of power is truly astonishing.

"Ancestor!" Everyone in the Celestial Race shouted, looking at the approaching gods.

"Why are you making such noise? If you don't know how to praise me, I will destroy you!" An impatient voice came from inside the small broken mountain gate, showing domineering and disdainful voice.

Everyone's backs felt cold and hairy. It was so scary. They were about to kill a god when they opened their mouths, but he said it so matter-of-factly.

"Master Qi, why are you doing this? I have no enmity or grudge against you."

The ground shook, and the huge god stepped forward. Some huge rocks were lifted up from the ground, like grains in a dustpan, being bumped up high, and then falling down again.

Every time he took a step, the rocks, dead trees and other huge objects on the ground would be shaken into the air, while the thick old trees rooted in the ground would shake violently and be about to break.

Like an earthquake!

He is near, people have seen him!

"No grievances, why did you come to my mountain gate and bully my disciples? Are you looking for death and want to turn into ashes?!" Qi Daolin's voice came out, so strong that people were speechless.

This is not a cat or a dog, but a god. However, Taoist Master Qi has a bad attitude and a cold tone, which means he can be crushed to death at any time.

"Ancestor is seriously injured!" The powerful members of the Celestial Race were horrified to see that such a powerful figure in the clan was actually hit like this.

For them, this is like the sky falling. The senior members of the clan have protected the Celestial Race from declining and prospering in the upper world, but now they have lost a hand!

All of this started because of a young man.

The god of heaven is approaching. He is wearing purple and gold armor, shining with terrible brilliance, and has a frightening murderous aura. On his head is a purple gold crown with long hair tied up.

His eyes were extremely terrifying, blazing brighter than the sun, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him, and anyone who came into contact with his eyes would feel severe pain in their souls!

You can only bow your head to him, or look up at him from behind without looking directly at him. This is a kind of divine power!

It's just that this god's condition is not very good. Half of his body is bleeding profusely, his right arm is broken, his purple and gold armor is broken, and his blood is splattered on his long hair.

"Buzz!"

God Moro glowed, the void trembled, and the broken arm bones and scattered blood quickly flowed backwards, gathered together, and reorganized his arms. Finally, the talisman's light shines brightly, full of vitality appears, and the broken arm regenerates.

This is the power of the gods. After the limbs are severed, they can be regrown quickly without the need for long training, because reaching this state is considered to be superior and beyond the understanding of all powerful people.

"He is just a casual cultivator. Many people know it. How did he become your disciple, Master Qi?" God Moro's attitude softened obviously.

"Can't I accept it not long ago? Besides, why should I explain to you? If you don't know how to praise me, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Qi Daolin scolded.

"Master Qi, don't forget that you once studied in our Celestial Race." Moro reminded.

"Shut up, I was stealing from you. Besides, do you want to get out or not?" Qi Daolin said, not feeling embarrassed at all, but feeling confident.

Many people were speechless, shocked by his strength, but they were also amazed that this Taoist master was so different.

Only some older people know the reason. Half of the great teachers who Qi Daolin stole from were deliberately stealing because they were hated by him.

Qi Daolin was once the only descendant of an ancient Taoist tradition. When that sect was jointly attacked by the Immortal Palace and others, some of the great sects were hurt, and some who had good relations with him in the past died without saving him.

Therefore, Qi Daolin later stole teachers crazily, strengthened himself, and deliberately caused chaos in some great religions.

God Moro's face was ashen and he was frozen here. This was really embarrassing. Master Qi was merciless, strong and cold, making him unable to advance or retreat.

At the same time, he was very shocked. Qi Daolin was surrounded and suppressed by various sects back then. Although his combat power was no weaker than that of ordinary sect leaders, his realm was still a bit lower.

At that time, he and Qi Daolin were both gods, but looking back now, Qi Daolin had already transcended, and Moro felt very unhappy!

Moro was much older than Qi Daolin, but the other party rose quickly and became the leader of the party in the shortest time, leaving him far behind.

He was very unbalanced, so he called the other person by his first name when they first met, which was a bit presumptuous.

But now, he is silent.

"Ancestor, half of the six heroes were lost, and the true gods were also killed. Moreover, Youyu was cut in half and lost the destiny stone, which fell into the hands of that little evil beast!" A god from the Celestial Race secretly sent a message to express his dissatisfaction.

"What?!" Moro was shocked and angry. It was easy to say otherwise, but Youyu was beheaded and lost the priceless treasure, the Destiny Stone. This cannot be tolerated.

Because, a stone of destiny means that it can create a peerless master, protect the Celestial Race from decline, or even revive it, and reproduce its supreme glory.

He stared at Shi Hao, his eyes shot out with a cold light, filled with murderous intent, and his determination was unshakable.

"Master Qi, ask him to hand over our strange stone!" Moro said.

"What qualifications do you have to make irresponsible remarks here? If I don't kill you, do you think I have a good temper?"

A loud sound echoed from the small mountain gate, and everyone was horrified because they saw ripples spreading out one after another, turning golden yellow, and rushing towards Moreau.

It was just a sound, but now it has transformed into a form, more blazing than the bone inscriptions, and vaster than the ocean, all pressing towards the high God.

Moro was shocked. It was just the first time. This time he was fully prepared and used the secret treasure given by God to protect his body, but he still couldn't hold on!

Under this sound, in the golden ripples, his whole body flew up, as if he was hit by a giant hammer, the bones in his body broke, and he spurted blood.

The god Moro crashed into a distant mountain range and suffered heavy damage, unable to get up for a long time.

The scene was completely silent and everyone was terrified. How powerful is this? !

The faces of the Celestials were ashen, and everyone from the venerables to the gods were trembling. How could they go to war? Even the gods in the clan were vulnerable to a single blow and were knocked away like this.

They looked at the young man at the mountain gate and realized for the first time that he had caused a big trouble and actually caused such a disaster!

But it's too late to say anything now, a big feud has already been forged.

Suddenly, a wave of waves came, and a golden avenue spread out for who knows how many thousands of miles. It approached at a very fast speed. There were two people on it, emitting a divine brilliance that soared into the sky.

A middle-aged man with sharp eyes supported an old man, and the two of them appeared here, walking on the tens of thousands of miles of golden avenue accompanied by the resonance of the avenue!

This method shocked the monks of all religions, and people were silent and did not dare to speak nonsense.

"Lord Protector!"

Everyone in the Tianren clan yelled and almost cried. They were really suppressed this time. When they saw the taboo figure in the clan, they seemed to have found a supporter.

In the past, they had always suppressed others and were extremely powerful, but today they were repeatedly frustrated. Even the gods were scolded and vomited blood. You can imagine how they feel.

"Brother Qi, are you going to start a war with our Celestial Race?" The middle-aged man on the Golden Avenue said. He was also a Celestial God and was in the same realm as Qi Daolin in the past.

"Do you dare to fight?" A plain voice came from the mountain gate, and then added: "I will accompany you!"

Everyone trembled. Qi Daolin was just one person. He wanted to challenge a clan? To be precise, the royal family of the past!

There was silence.

The god didn't dare to speak anymore, because the impact was too great. If he dared to continue, this might be a clan war, affecting their clan's fate for a hundred thousand years!

"Xiao Qi, your temper is getting louder and louder." The protector of the Celestial Race spoke. His body was withered, and there was a pair of black horns on his head, shrouded in hazy light.

With the brilliance and brilliance, a figure appeared in front of the mountain gate of the Supreme Dojo. Qi Daolin appeared, dressed in a golden Taoist robe, with an immortal air and Taoist bones, transcendent in the world.

"The juniors are fighting for hegemony. It's enough for the Divine Fire Realm to intervene." Qi Daolin stood there, with divine light shining all over him, and his voice became cold, saying: "Even the gods dare to come. If you really don't want to live, I will kill as many as you come!"

His words were sonorous, like the sound of a sword, shocking people's hearts and making everyone feel frightened.

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