stjorthotic Chapter 283: Are They All Gods When They Appear On The Road Ahead?
Chapter 283: Are They All Gods When They Appear On The Road Ahead?
The scene was a little quiet for a while. No one thought that the person who caused all this was actually the seemingly harmless Huang Long.
However, Huang Long had no intention of showing off. He just wanted to teach this ridiculous emperor a lesson, and he had no intention of showing off to anyone.
On the contrary, An Ning and his two little kids, who were kids at heart, couldn't help laughing when they saw the shocked expressions of those people.
"They think daddy is God!" Ning Ning said in a sweet voice.
An An chuckled: "Speaking of which, daddy is not God, but God knows daddy, right?"
Ning Ning actually started to calculate the relationship between Zheng Zheng and Heavenly Dao by carefully counting her fingers.
The Heavenly Dao of this world has become more and more powerful. In fact, it doesn't care about this ordinary mortal dynasty change at all.
Unless Saint takes action to fight for Qi Luck, Heavenly Dao will appear in secret to maintain the stability of the entire world.
But it is just to maintain the stability of this world. Heavenly Dao is ruthless and will not interfere with any Saint's behavior at all.
After all, Saint can be considered the spokesperson of Heavenly Dao.
It can only be said that the battle between 553 Saints is more similar to those spokespersons in later generations, they also want to compete.
After all, there are so many Saints of Heavenly Dao, and they will also want to compete for more Heavenly Dao's favor. Then they will become more powerful and can easily suppress other Saints.
There are also strengths and weaknesses among Saints.
Saint Saint, Saint is also a human being!
After having humans, Saints will also have joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. It is impossible for them not to be interested in power.
It's just that what ordinary mortals care about is the human power in this world, and what they care about is whether they can control the lives of other mortals.
For Saints, they want to suppress other Saints and whether they can control the power of other Saints.
As long as they can succeed, they will naturally have a chance to become the most powerful Saint!
In the end, it's not even impossible to work with Heavenly Dao.
Become a partner as a spokesperson!
Eventually even surpass Heavenly Dao and get rid of this world!
Of course, he seemed to be able to do this only after gaining more benefits and consuming all the Qi Luck in the world on the strongest Saint. (ccfa)
This is also the path Huang Long has vaguely explored.
Saint is not the end, maybe in Huang Long’s view, Saint is the starting point!
I have just obtained the qualification to participate in the competition.
However, many Saints don't know this yet. They just follow their own inner thoughts and engage in invisible competition with other people.
Huang Long looked at everything in front of him, and he really thought of a lot at once.
At this moment, Huang Long understood what he was going to do next.
But no matter what you have to do, don't delay teaching these ordinary mortals now.
For Saint, life needs to be calculated using Primordial Epoch.
Even life is not real.
Only rules are!
Even time is just an ordinary rule.
For Saint, if they want to follow time, then time exists for them.
But if time does not exist for them, then they will never feel the existence of time.
They can do whatever they want, whenever they want.
It would be easy to go back to the past several Primordial Epochs.
This is the true power of Saint!
At the moment, Huang Long simply teaches these mortals a lesson, and then prepares to go back and continue to figure out how to improve his strength and how to continue on this path.
But right now?
Looking at the mocking expressions of those mortals, Huang Long realized that what his two children had just said was misleading.
"Just take a good look, don't say much!"
Huang Long's voice appeared in the minds of An Ning's two cubs, and the next moment, they fell silent.
"Humph, I'm not afraid of making others laugh. Is your father God? Damn!"
"I'm not afraid of losing my life! How dare you say that your father is God? If God gets angry, who can stop him?"
"We don't know what the world is like for these two little kids [what should we do with them!?"
The last words were obviously spoken by one of the assassins.
He glanced at the middle-aged man with a grin.
This emperor who used to be so aloof was now trembling a little.
Obviously he also realized that this assassination was not simple.
"To be able to hire cultivators, there must be people with royal blood behind these assassins!" The male duck has a smart voice. "He then thought of the shortcomings of these cultivators.
Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for these practitioners to assassinate the emperor!
Human Race Qi Luck is no joke, the huge Qi Luck wire can even make a practitioner who is about to become an immortal collapse.
It is precisely this kind of terrifying pressure that makes the position of the emperor of the world more and more precious.
At least the royal family has realized this.
It is also true that if there is no support from the royal family, it will be difficult for practitioners to take action against the emperor of the world.
Even if he is just the emperor of a small country of 30,000 people.
This is not something that practitioners can deal with.
So the first time he saw the cultivator, Male Duck Throat thought of this.
The middle-aged man's face turned pale, "It must be my stupid brother!!!"
The middle-aged man yelled angrily: "Only he can have the same human energy skills as me! Only he can have a guard that is as powerful as me.
"Hateful! After returning to the palace this time, I will definitely kill all nine of his tribes!!!!"
The middle-aged man was already dizzy with anger. He had forgotten that he was also his younger brother.
If you really want to kill the nine tribes, wouldn't you want to kill yourself?
But obviously no one cares about these things right now.
When the two armies are facing each other, talking is of no use.
The top priority is obviously to successfully assassinate the middle-aged man or protect him.
Only in this way can we talk about the future.
In an instant, the many cultivators once again showed off their magical powers.
They either flew into the sky, suddenly disappeared in place, or burrowed into the ground, or dived into the small river next to them.
This method made the unsophisticated refugees dumbfounded.
Are these all gods?
How are they so powerful?
Could it be that they protected themselves just now?
These poor refugees don't even know that the poisonous fire and other attacks just now were actually sent by these cultivators!
But now, they thought it was these assassins and guards who protected them just now.
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