Chapter 405 My son-in-law has a big appetite

. “…ahem…his name is Qi Yuan.” Jiang Ruhua said, a little embarrassed.

After all, nowadays, who in this world doesn’t know that Qi Yuan eliminated the great disaster?

It was really awkward that his son-in-law had the same name as that guy.

When Wang Lingtong heard this, even though he was a great master, his heart began to beat violently at this moment.

He looked suddenly at the stairs in front of him, and saw a blood-red figure in a long robe slowly descending, his feet stepping on the stairs, making a clattering sound.

Jiang Lingsu, dressed in a plain robe, was holding the figure's arm, with an irrepressible joy in the depths of her eyes.

All the monks who were drinking present put down their glasses at this moment and stood up silently.

In the restaurant, the only sound that could be heard was the rustling sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs.

Jiang Ruhua did not notice that the monks stood up, but the sound of Qi Yuan's footsteps on the stairs made him blush.

Alas, the son-in-law is worthy of being from a small place like him. His quality is similar to his. Even his walks are so loud.

Don’t you see how quiet it is here?

Quality! He decided that when he returned to the East, he must educate Qi Yuan well, and he must not lose face for the monks of the East when he was away from home.

When the blood-colored robe came into view, a handsome face with a hint of laziness, as if still suffering from spring sleepiness, appeared. Jiang Ruhua stood up suddenly, looking at the young man hugging his precious daughter, and was about to question him.

But all the monks present bowed together, and a deafening sound swept across at this moment.

"We pay our respects to Senior Blood-robed Sword God!"

"Senior, you have saved us from the catastrophe and have done immeasurable merits. You should be the Human Emperor of our Canglan Realm!"

The sounds were uniform, as if coming from one person, splitting rocks and flowing clouds, and resounding through the sky.

At this moment, all the dignitaries in the restaurant shouted in unison, no matter how noble their status or prominent their origins were.

In front of the man in the blood-red robe, they were all extremely humble.

Jiang Ruhua blinked, as if she doubted her own ears and eyes.

His heart felt empty, as if struck by lightning, and his whole body felt numb and tingling.

The voices of these monks turned into tinnitus.

Qi Yuan... Is it Qi Yuan? ! !

He was somewhat confused and couldn't think at all.

He was very anxious and just threatened to punch Qi Yuan in the nose.

Now he was caught in a dilemma and could only pretend to be dead. Then... a huge surprise surged in his heart.

Taoist...has become very successful?

Wang Lingtong glanced at Jiang Ruhua secretly, and he was a little expectant, expecting this brother to really go...

Of course, he only dared to think about it, not even to think too much.

After all, the person in front of him is a ruthless man who destroyed three thousand great disasters!

He has thousands of Yangshen Tianzuns under his command!

In the upper realm, he would probably be a supreme being! At this moment, Qi Yuan yawned lazily, with a strong sense of fatigue in his eyes.

He glanced at the great masters present, as well as Jiang Ruhua who seemed to need first aid, and spoke slowly.

"The title of Human Emperor represents responsibility, and I... am not worthy of it."

As an emperor, you should shoulder the vast ocean.

He has swallowed up the Canglan Realm, how can he carry the whole thing on his shoulders?

Therefore, not worthy!

All the great masters dared not say a word when seeing this, and there was not even anyone to refute.

After all, this was the Blood-robed Sword God who had destroyed the great calamity! His words were more effective than laws.

When Jiang Ruhua saw this scene, she was certain in her heart that Qi Yuan was the real Qi Yuan.

Otherwise, these monks came here... to act?

No wonder he couldn’t tell the cultivation levels of these cultivators. The weakest ones… were probably all great masters.

"Senior should be the common ruler of the world!" Lord Baiyu bowed and said, the former number one in the Canglan Realm.

The other great masters echoed.

Now that the catastrophe has been eliminated, if the Blood-Robed Sword God is not the common ruler of the world, how can they exist? After all, in the current Canglan Realm, the stars in the sky are gone, and only ten suns can be seen in the sky.

Where is the future and the way forward? "Although the great calamity has been resolved, you still have the mark left by the one behind it.

That's why I swallowed up the Canglan Realm and placed it into my Purple Mansion.

Leave my Purple Palace. If the one behind the catastrophe wants revenge, you will all die in a moment.

So... you will still live in my Purple Mansion for the time being.

I am a very generous person. I have swallowed you up without your consent this time. Some of the houses are forced to be rented or sold... so I will not charge you rent."

Qi Yuan stretched and spoke in a calm voice.

Upon hearing this, the great masters around looked at each other in confusion or with a look of surprise and doubt.

At this time, Wang Lingtong stood up and said loudly: "What Senior Blood-robed Sword God said is true. I came from the Xingli Realm. The Heavenly Master of our realm once said that the person behind the catastrophe left a mark in our bodies. Our life and death are all in a thought.

Now that the catastrophe has dissipated, if that person knew about it, he would probably destroy the mark and kill us!"

When the other monks heard this, they broke out in cold sweat.

The great catastrophe is so terrifying and powerless, the person behind the great catastrophe... is simply unimaginable.

All the calculations and ideas before now have become empty.

The Great Venerable Baiyu stepped forward at this moment, his eyes firm: "The will of the senior is the will of the Canglan Realm!"

At this moment, he did not mention the common ruler of the world.

After all, all the living beings in the Canglan Realm owe Qi Yuan.

“I’m not interested in these things. I’m just a cultivator with no ambition, weak strength, difficulty in protecting myself, and a little socially anxious and a bit of a homebody.

Alas, it’s all because of this damn social atmosphere.

If it weren’t for the Black Mountain Sect being too rampant, the Bright Palace being too aggressive, the Dark Sun being too arrogant and domineering, and the Great Catastrophe being too cruel and ruthless.

Some netizens criticize me online every day, so why am I so tired? I just hope to see a peaceful, friendly, harmonious, and upright world of cultivation. It's that simple.

If that's the case, I can just stay in the sect and play games every day, how nice it would be!" Qi Yuan said seriously.

He is socially anxious and is not suitable to be a savior.

It's okay to do it in the game, but it's not necessary in real life.

When the other great masters heard this, they all looked at each other, and some did not dare to speak.

The words of the Blood-Clothed Sword God really made them confused.

Jiang Lingsu looked at the eldest senior brother, a smile flashing in his eyes.

The eldest senior brother is still the familiar eldest senior brother, and what he says is always so clear and unique.

"Don't worry, senior. We will do our best to clean up the bad habits in the world of immortals!" Lord Baiyu spoke in a firm voice.

Da Zun, who used to like to swear, had cold sweat on his back.

"We wish to create a peaceful and friendly world for the seniors!"

"Not bad, not bad." Qi Yuan praised casually, and then said, "Wait a minute, the aftermath of the previous battle with the catastrophe caused the death of many lives. Alas, this is all my fault."

Qi Yuan sighed that fighting against a catastrophe would inevitably have aftermath, and even with the separation of the Yin and Yang in the underworld, it was difficult to avoid it.

Great Venerable Baiyu quickly said: "The crime of this battle is not your fault, Senior!"

"This is a great crime!"

No one dared to blame Qi Yuan.

Even if someone blamed them, these great masters would not let those voices reach Qi Yuan's ears.

"Fortunately, I am smart and prepared."

Qi Yuan, dressed in a blood-red robe, stretched out his hand. As he spoke, his lazy temperament disappeared and his aura became extremely sacred, like a god sitting in the ninth heaven.

He never let go of his arm around Jiang Lingsu.

When Jiang Ruhua saw Qi Yuan like this, she felt like worshipping him.

The other great masters had the same idea.

The previous Blood-Clothed Sword God was too friendly and amiable, and too dreamy.

This kind of solemnity is in line with his temperament.

It was sacred and mysterious, and suddenly, the atmosphere became extremely dark.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if a dark door had opened, and an endless and mysterious aura filled the air.

But when the tall and majestic god spoke, his voice was vast and deep, like the sound of ancient sacrifices.

"Soul, come back, the four directions cannot be trusted!"

"The rootless grass floats and sinks like a duckweed."

"Without support, I feel lonely and helpless, with the floating catkins drifting away."

"All my marks will be returned to you!"

Following Qi Yuan's voice, heaven and earth were in turmoil at this moment.

The strange atmosphere was extremely strong.

It was as if the gates of Hades had opened.

This sound spread throughout the Canglan Realm and was heard by all living beings.

"Is this the voice of the Blood-Cloaked Sword God?"

"What is he doing?"

Countless monks and mortals, as well as insects, birds and beasts were confused.

All the great masters also went to investigate inexplicably, and saw that the broken mountains and rivers nearby, as well as the dead mortal monks, were all inexplicably summoned and returned from the dead silence.

"I'm alive?"

"No, what happened?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Dad, you're still alive!!"

Countless monks were shocked, while some showed expressions of fear.

In the Canglan Realm, all the creatures that died in this war reawakened at this moment.

Their bodies either turned into ghosts or returned to their original state in an instant.

Countless monks saw this scene and regarded it as a miracle.

And in the Canglan Realm, who else could perform this miracle except the Blood-Robed Sword God Qi Yuan !

Countless people kowtowed in worship, and some monks were trembling.

This was beyond their imagination.

Especially for those great masters, the scene before their eyes was not recorded even in ancient books.

At this moment, a complex look flashed across Qi Yuan's eyes, "The boundary between life and death turns out to be change. Alas, it's another day to grow a brain."

When using the functions of the underworld, Qi Yuanruo gained something and understood that life and death, to a certain extent, are also the conversion of energy and the change of all things.

This is somewhat similar to Ning Tao's realization when he entered the Yang God realm, that time does not exist, but is changing.

Of course, he only gained a little bit, and there seemed to be more unknowns about his underworld.

Jiang Ruhua swallowed when she saw this scene.

As for having a sinus shot, he didn't even dare to think about it.

The Blood-Clothed Sword God in front of him was so powerful that it was beyond his understanding and imagination.

Those great masters felt it more deeply than he did.

The more powerful you are, the more you understand how shocking the miracle of the Blood-Clothed Sword God is!

"Okay, is there anything else?" Qi Yuan asked, his sacred aura disappeared, and he turned back into the ordinary Purple Mansion Master of the Divine Light Sect. "If there's nothing else, I'll go back and catch up on some sleep."

He was still very sleepy and tired.

The previous battle consumed too much of his energy.

At this time, Wang Lingtong suddenly knelt down, and Wang Lingshan beside him also knelt down.

"Please, Senior Blood-robed Sword God... swallow my Xingli Realm!"

The purpose of their coming here was to seek help from the Blood-Clothed Sword God.

After all, the catastrophe was over, but the marks on them remained.

If the person from Taihuang Palace wanted to, all living beings in Xingli Realm would perish in an instant.

Seeing that Blood-Robed Sword God did not speak, Wang Lingtong continued, “As long as Senior Blood-Robed Sword God swallows up the Star-Separating Realm, all the techniques of the Star-Separating Realm will belong to you!”

"Senior, don't you want to improve the atmosphere in the world of immortal cultivation? Alas, most of the cultivators in Xingli Realm have some problems, including alcoholics and foul-mouthed people. We still need the senior to rectify the atmosphere!"

"There are other worlds with great disasters. The world of immortal cultivation is in a state of depression. Many immortal cultivators have mental problems. This also requires the Blood-Robed Sword God to rectify the atmosphere!"

"All the skills in the Three Thousand Worlds will be obtained by Senior Blood-Robed Sword God!"

“Please, senior, swallow three thousand worlds alive!”

Wang Lingtong spoke in a low voice and with a pious attitude.

Obviously, he had made some preparations before coming and knew something about the Blood-Clothed Sword God's character.

Of course, he also knew that serving the emperor was like serving a tiger, and making reckless guesses and trying to please the strong man's preferences might cause the strong man to resent him.

But at this moment, he could no longer be cautious.

The three thousand worlds could be destroyed at any time.

Qi Yuan heard this and thought for a moment: "What you said makes sense."

The technique is secondary.

The skills of the three thousand worlds are actually not as good as those collected by the Buddha Kingdom.

Now, if the person in Taihuang Palace knew the consequences of the catastrophe, he might activate the mark and harvest the three thousand worlds.

After harvesting three thousand worlds, the one from Taihuang Palace will definitely become stronger.

Therefore, in order to prevent the evil Taihuang Palace from becoming stronger, he has the obligation to swallow up the Three Thousand Worlds.

The most important thing is that Qi Yuan is a lawful and kind person who never kills innocent people and even blinks when killing people.

Therefore, these three thousand worlds must be swallowed alive!

"Senior, these are the coordinates of the Xingli Realm. We will also give you the coordinates of the other three thousand realms as soon as possible!" Wang Lingtong was extremely excited and relieved at the same time.

As long as the other party is willing to swallow, the Three Thousand Worlds still have a way to survive.

The man in black robe next to him was somewhat delighted when he heard this, but he felt more regretful and lost.

Because his hometown had long been swallowed up by the catastrophe, leaving nothing behind.

"No need. I got all the coordinates when the catastrophe happened." Qi Yuan said calmly, and then looked at Wang Lingtong, "I swallowed so many worlds, what if I have diarrhea?"

When Wang Lingtong heard this, he was silent and didn't know how to answer.

"Okay, no more nonsense. I'm going to go swallow the three thousand worlds. After that, I'll take a nap to digest the food."

After Qi Yuan finished speaking, he disappeared with Jiang Lingsu, leaving behind the Great Master who looked shocked.

"Senior Blood-Clothed Sword God swallowed three thousand worlds alive... It's simply unimaginable!" Lord White Fish spoke in an inexplicable voice.

The other great masters also found it hard to imagine what kind of scene this was.

“It is a blessing for the Canglan Realm to have the Blood-Clothed Sword God Senior!” a great master sighed.

The catastrophe was resolved, and at this moment they still seemed like they were in a dream.

They were fully aware of the power of the catastrophe, and they could not resist it with the strength of the Canglan Realm.

But who knew that the catastrophe was even more powerful than imagined. Three thousand catastrophes were enough to make all cultivators lose the will to resist.

In the end, he was still suppressed by the Blood-Clothed Sword God!

At this time, Wang Lingtong looked at Jiang Ruhua, took a deep breath, and said in a flattering voice: "Senior, I didn't expect that the woman next to Senior Blood-Robed Sword God is actually your daughter."

Jiang Ruhua was delighted when she heard this, but then she thought, such a thing...how could you transmit a message?

You should speak up!

The monks from big places are so lacking in tact!

Seeing these great masters discussing the Blood-robed Sword God, Jiang Ruhua suddenly sighed inexplicably, but his sigh was loud: "Alas, my son-in-law has a big appetite. He wants to eat three thousand worlds at a time. If he comes to visit my Jiang family, how can I entertain him?"

As Jiang Ruhua's voice fell, the eyes of all the great masters present fell on Jiang Ruhua at this moment.

Shock, surprise, awe...all kinds of looks.

Jiang Ruhua felt extremely happy when she saw this scene.

"My Jiang family is so poor, alas." Jiang Ruhua sighed again.

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"I became a god in my dream."

Introduction: Shen Yan came to a world where monsters and demons were rampant. Here, the only way to gain a foothold was to follow the path of martial arts.

However, the martial arts in this world are quite strange and can only be inherited from gods.

If you want to inherit martial arts from the gods, you need to pay something extremely important to you.

There was once a man who went to awaken the martial arts in order to avenge a blood feud.

He successfully awakened his martial arts, but forgot about avenging his blood feud.

Some people go to awaken the martial arts in order to protect their loved ones.

He awakened successfully, but completely forgot his lover.

In this world, demons and monsters want to kill and eat people, and gods are playing tricks on people.

Shen Yan refused to make a deal with the gods. He carried water and chopped wood in his dream. He was recognized by the master in his dream and was taught martial arts. From an ordinary man, he cultivated himself into a god in his dream.

(End of this chapter)