Between heaven and earth, with the boundary of the realm of death as the midline, the two people gaze at each other.
"We've finally met."
Looking at the face that was exactly the same as his own, Shang Yanting in the original novel chuckled softly, "You and I don't look very alike."
"That's normal. After all, you are you, and I am me."
Shang Yanting was also looking at him.
The first thing the two sides did upon meeting was not to start a fight, but to start chatting.
Xi Tong popped his head out from behind Shang Yanting in the original story, his voice interrupting their conversation, "Wow, there are actually two Director Shangs!"
"Small bucket".
When Shang Yanting saw Jia Xitong, his eyes softened instantly.
Unfortunately, at this moment, Shang Yanting, the author of the original story, placed the raccoon by its leg in front of him and said, "I am now the owner of this bear."
After saying this, he deliberately looked at the magical beast in his hand, "Do you like me, or do you like that person?"
"Of course..."
The word "you" was left unsaid.
She glanced at Director Shang, who was carrying her, and then looked at another Director Shang who looked very gentle. Even though she was meeting that Director Shang for the first time, she just couldn't bring herself to say "you".
"Of course it's the director!"
Jia Xitong's words took a different turn.
Judging from that hesitant tone and suspicious look, Shang Yanting in the original story wouldn't have missed it. He immediately frowned and his eyes narrowed. "Me, or him?"
Does that mean we can't choose not to?
Jia Xitong felt the gazes opposite her growing even more intense, and for some inexplicable reason, she felt a little guilty.
But she liked both of the directors' appearances!
"snort."
Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of Jia Xitong, Shang Yanting snorted coldly. He threw her into the Realm of Death and trapped her in a cage conjured by demonic energy.
"Two Yan Qings?"
Not far away, someone was whispering quietly.
Qu Haifeng's mutterings were overheard. Looking at the somewhat familiar face, Shang Yanting instantly recognized him: the opportunistic peak master of Qizhou Peak.
In his original world, when he cultivated to the Venerable Realm and slaughtered martial artists, this person even came looking for him.
What did I want to see him for?
Oh, surrendering.
They made him spare the Qu family, and even sent the Qu family's descendants to his bed.
"You've actually started hanging out with these people."
In the original story, Shang Yanting looked at the martial artist behind him with disgust, an expression that angered the other martial artists behind him.
Even though the demonic cultivator before them was powerful, he was still just one person. The martial cultivators who had come numbered in the hundreds, even thousands; in terms of sheer numbers, they couldn't even come close.
Is that really the case?
When strength is the deciding factor, numbers become negligible.
Before the gods, even Martial Venerables are mere cannon fodder. They came with overwhelming force, yet in an instant they were reduced to corpses. The three Deans, the Crimson-Clad Divine Servant, Mo Hongyun, and even Uncle Karl were no exception!
Dokar's body also fell heavily to the ground.
It was as large as a small mountain, but its body was cut into many pieces by external forces.
Blood stained the entire land red.
"director!"
The raccoon looked at the corpse on the ground, and all its fur stood on end.
Has he gone mad?
Those are Uncle Karl and his group!
However, what happened next was beyond her control.
The two Shang Yantings began to fight, their spiritual and demonic energies surging wildly. In an instant, the wind and clouds rose, and the sky changed color. The ground shook and cracked from their attacks, seawater began to pour into the land, and heavenly fire continuously slammed down from the sky.
The realm of death continues to expand without limit.
The only place where ordinary people could escape disaster was now also plagued by natural calamities. People screamed and fled from fireballs and floods. The differences of the past vanished in an instant on this day. Whether rich or poor, at this moment, everyone was just an ordinary person fleeing disaster.
"elder brother!"
Liang Baoyu struggled in the floodwaters.
He struggled to stay afloat and reached out to grab his brother.
He finally managed to grab Liang Ting's hand, but the weight of the object nearly caused both brothers to sink to the bottom of the water. He quickly grabbed onto a piece of driftwood that was rushing towards them, preventing them from sinking again.
The fire outside is still burning.
The damp places are water, the dry highlands are ablaze.
There was barely any chance of survival in the water. All that could be heard were people screaming and calling for help. The smell of burning wood and meat filled the air. There was all sorts of things in the water. Just as Liang Baoyu grabbed her brother, she saw a corpse floating on the surface of the water.
He was still wearing the clothes of a Wanbaoge shop assistant.
Hell on earth.
Liang Ting turned pale with fright, and what was even more terrifying was that he suddenly remembered that they were near Dingtian Academy.
In the past, cultivators came and went here.
But what about today?
A natural disaster struck near the academy, and so far, not a single cultivator has appeared to rescue people. Although he is just an ordinary person, his mind is anything but ordinary.
Something's happened!
Something really bad must have happened!
Liang Ting gripped Liang Baoyu's hand tightly. "Brother, can you get in touch with the people at Xianlong Peak?"
If something really bad happens, they need to find a way to save their lives.
"Unable to contact them."
To make matters worse, the flood came suddenly, and almost all of the talismans on his body were soaked. Most of the contents inside could not be retrieved.
And at this moment, high in the sky.
The two strongest cultivators are still locked in combat.
Shang Yanting cultivates both magic and martial arts, both at the Venerable level. He possesses the inheritance of the Dragon Clan, already reaching the strength of an Yinglong (a powerful dragon). With three of the most advanced cultivation levels, he is undoubtedly the strongest person in the world.
But in the original novel, Shang Yanting was already a god.
Even if Shang Yanting is powerful, the original Shang Yanting is still superior. In a direct confrontation between the two, only Shang Yanting would be at a disadvantage.
Unfortunately, the blue lotus that represents the divine position does not bloom!
Just a step away!
Shang Yanting blocked the attack again, but he was already seriously injured.
Let's stop here.
Looking at his alter ego, Shang Yanting suddenly lost interest in the person before him. A dense darkness spread from within his body, rapidly expanding outwards.
After experiencing caves, floods, and fires from the sky, the people on the ground watched as the sky gradually darkened.
The survivors were terrified.
They suddenly realized that no matter where they fled, it seemed they would die for various reasons.
"Oh God! Please, please save us!"
"Lord God of War, please descend and save the world!"
"Master Weapon God..."
"Lord Fu Shen..."
When one person kneels in prayer, it inspires others to follow suit. When people are unable to solve their own problems, they pray to heaven for salvation. Among these prayers, the most frequent requests are for the God of War, with a few requests for the Dragon God or even a demon god.
The ground was covered with kneeling people praying to the sky, but the darkness grew thicker and thicker, swallowing up the last bit of light in the sky...
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