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Chapter 1545: Our role model, Sang Qiye, is a spiritual master who cures disobedient disciples(1/3)

"The road is made by fighting."

"Kill from day to night, from the human world to the underworld, and strike in one direction. The enemy will be afraid, retreat, and make way for them."

At the moment when the divine court was shattered, the darkness welcomed the dawn. Even the gray sky of the ruins of the gods seemed so fresh, and the air became a little sweeter.

Yue Gongli was silent, but the words he just said flashed through his mind.

This was the answer given by the bald man very calmly and seriously when Shen Yi was gaining fame and he was playfully interviewing him as a bard.

He was as calm as if he was beating the Holy Tree of Death at this moment.

Yue Gongli vaguely remembers the scene at that time:

God also held the hand of that unknown woman. He was the tallest among the crowd, and he stood out the most, a head or two taller than the others.

The accompanying interview was actually forcibly pulled over, and there was also a fortune teller who claimed to be a fortune teller, but actually only told people about their marriage prospects.

This gentleman was even more unknown than God at that time.

Only Yue Gongli knows how dirty this fortune teller who has been playing since childhood is.

He glanced at the fortune teller and asked the god: "Suppose you encounter an invincible illusory formation, and the ghost can't get out of it. Under such circumstances, how can you survive?"

God was still calm, and as a fledgling, his heart was as stable as a rock that had been weathered by thousands of years of wind and rain, and said:

"Just kill him."

Yue Gongli was naturally unwilling to give in and asked again and again: "What if that formation is rare in the world, or far higher than all the spiritual formations in the world?"

God also calmly replied:

"I am not trapped in this world, so what's the use of it?"

Having said this.

The fortune teller rolled his eyes to the sky.

The woman in Shen Yi's arms cuddled up tenderly, with only the stars of worship in her eyes.

Yue Gongli was very interested. He turned around and asked the fortune teller: "What do you think?"

"What do I think?" The fortune teller opened his mouth without even pinching his finger, "I wish them a long life!"

Later...

All of this is a prophecy.

After the battle between the Ten Lords, they both died and lived, and they all became famous.

God has also become the most powerful man.

Xiang Yaoyao became the happiest woman.

The arrogant and tough-tongued Dao Qiongcang achieved a magnificent transformation from nothing to something, and finally gained the recognition of his family. The price was that he was deprived of the right to research, and finally sat on the position he had longed for and hated the most.

He became a contradictory person, coquettish and weird, flamboyant and restrained.

Everyone shines in their own way.

"just me……"

Yue Gongli touched his chest and looked at the distant light flickering in the sky after the divine court was broken, with a lonely expression.

Only he, after it was revealed that he was pretending to be a Taoist of the Han Palace Emperor Realm, was personally captured by the real Taoist sister and taken back to the clan to be punished with a ruthless, cruel and ruthless punishment of whipping.

When you come out again.

Things are different and people are different.

He, Yue Gongli, became the red-robed Taoist Master respected by thousands of people.

Shen Yi is still the same, as he was a few decades ago - calm and arrogant.

"No!"

"It's changed a bit."

Yue Gongli quickly put away his emotion, looked heavily into the distance, and followed everyone's footsteps toward the front battlefield.

God has also become stronger.

Although he has won two seats among the ten seats, it does not mean that he can secure the throne of "number one in combat power".

Quite the opposite!

In public opinion, there are not only a few who are better than gods, but also a few.

Those ten people from the past who have not seen each other for decades have returned today, and God has been able to chase after the Holy Tree of Diying. What about the others?

When they each break away from their restrictions, is it possible that the Holy Spirit Continent is really about to be overthrown?



The divine court was gone, and it merged into the crowd in the direction of the battlefield. The surroundings were already very noisy:

"The Ancestral Tree! That's the Ancestral Tree!"

"I have seen the portrait of the clan, which is the Holy Tree of Diying. The reason why my Yuanping family, Cheng, was able to rise is because our ancestors once obtained the Dao Fruit from the ancestral tree!"

"Those who chased the ancestral tree..."

"So is God! At the gate of hell, God is called God!"

"Good guy, so fierce! Back then, I personally participated in the Battle of the Ten Seats, and I had a distant encounter with the god. He was far from being so fierce."

"Ah? A big shot who has participated in the Ten-Seater?"

"Haha, Yaoyao... At that time, he punched me away from the air. Speaking of which, I have touched the person on the throne..."

Boom boom boom!

The battlefield is still hot.

The God of Heaven also smashed the roots of the sacred tree of Diying with several pillars and crushed it into powder.

Half of the ancestral tree was destroyed, and the remaining tree crowns were almost running for their lives in a panic.

The six strongest tree branch tentacles on that half of the body no longer dared to look back and challenge the power of the overlord, turning into spider legs and crawling like a drowned dog.

The gods and gods are also chasing after him.

"Shenyi, so strong?"

Xu Xiaoshou became more and more surprised as he watched.

While he was shocked by the gold content of the Nine Saint Slaves, he was suddenly raised countless times by this man on his own.

On the other hand, I couldn’t help but start thinking:

"God's Love Battle..."

Yes, before I entered the ruins of God, a battle of ten thrones took place here.

I heard that the fight was so devastating that the winner could not be determined for several days.

In the end, he committed suicide out of love for the common people and drew an absurd ending.

The world may think that Ai Cangsheng has given up.

Xu Xiaoshou outside knew that God had no limiter, Aunt Xiang, and the lover of the common people had a drag bottle, Dao Xuanji.

So that battle was fruitless.

But to no avail, this is the biggest bad news!

Nowadays, among the Six Paths of Ancient Martial Arts, God has even opened up only one Heavenly Path, and with just one pillar of overlord, he can beat the ancestral tree, Di Ying Sacred Tree, into pieces.

How could he be worse than Ai Cangsheng, who had fought fiercely with him for several days?

At a certain moment, Xu Xiaoshou felt that it was not God who was drifting, but himself.

"How dare I break into the Holy Mountain and pretend to be in front of my beloved dog?"

In this way, when you go back, don't you really have to fight with the "perfect state" of the Ten Lovers?

Or should I withdraw?

But what should Old Man Sang do? Can’t he be saved?

In fact, it’s not impossible to not save him...

Ah, Li Fugui, I regret not listening to my advice!

When you were admonishing me, could you not be so tactful and be more direct? If you force me to enter the Ranming site, I won't have so many worries!

"Xu Xiaoshou."

While I was thinking wildly, a familiar voice came from my ears.

Cen Shui, Bai Yue and others suddenly looked back, Xu Xiaoshou also turned around suddenly, and the people scattered around also looked sideways.

But I saw an additional figure not far away.

He was wearing a white tattered prison uniform, dyed pitch black, and his exposed arms were withered and skinny, like two charcoal bars, and there was a faint flash of white fire in the cracked lines in the middle.

Not only his arms, but also his neck and feet were like this. His body exposed outside his clothes, except for his face, was like charcoal.

"sleeveless!"

"The Holy Slave is sleeveless!"

"Oh my god, he's here too, so isn't this place..."

Yue Gongli's eyes flickered for a moment, and his eyes swept over the person in front of him.
To be continued...
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