Chapter 465: The Gun Named Godkiller

"Hmm? Why is this senior here?"

The evil spirit that swept across the universe was so strong that even the Lord of the Ghost Palace tens of millions of light years away could sense it instantly. He was stunned, suppressed his thoughts, raised his hand to shatter time and space, took a step forward, and appeared tens of millions of light years away.

"Senior Xue Tu, why are you here? Have you dealt with the affairs of the real world?"

The Lord of the Ghost House bowed slightly. Xue Tu was not only from the lineage of the Bell Keeper of the Jidao Holy Sect, but also from the Fourth Era, with an incredibly high seniority. Putting aside his powerful strength, he also came from the Jidao Holy Sect, so naturally he should be respected.

As he spoke, the Ghost Mansion Lord's eyes became more confused. This was not in the plan. Calculating the time, even if everything went well, it should have only solved the hidden danger of the monster clan by now, and Senior Xue Tu still had his own tasks.

That is to completely resolve the Wu God Realm. Although this difficulty is not as great as the World of Gods, because the human race needs strong people to suppress the situation in all aspects at this time, there are really not enough people, so Xue Tu should be fighting fiercely in the Wu God Realm now.

The remaining rags of battle flags that could offset the suppression of the will of heaven and earth were taken away by Xue Tu and his men.

"The plan has changed. The Wushen Realm does not need to be destroyed for the time being."

Xue Tu looked the Lord of the Ghost House up and down, as if he saw through his true identity behind his shadow, and spoke slowly, with the chill in his tone weakening a little.

"Could it be that there is something wrong with the information editor?"

The Lord of the Ghost House frowned slightly, and as his mind was working, he thought of this only possibility. You know, the plan decided by the Supreme Council of the Human Race cannot be easily changed.

Otherwise, everything will be messed up, unless there is a really compelling reason and it concerns the interests of the human race.

"That's right."

Xue Tu nodded slightly. There was no need to explain too much. With the wisdom of a strong man, he could naturally guess the general idea.

The information editor is a rare item obtained by Feng Jun, the previous lord of the Ghost Palace, from the place where all the heavens and myriad worlds return to the abyss. It was also comprehended by him. When they were making the plan, Feng Jun told them some information.

He couldn't make an absolute guarantee about what would happen after the editor was used. It was possible that the control would be time-limited, or that the controlled witch god would die within a certain period of time. It was hard to say.

Therefore, in order to maximize benefits, Feng Jun decided to destroy the Witch God Realm immediately after the demon clan expulsion plan was completed. With him as an insider, it would only take a small price to break through the Witch God Realm from the inside and eliminate the alien forces for the human race again.

But now the plan has been suspended, probably because the effect of the editor was beyond expectations. The temporary existence of the Witch God Realm is more beneficial to the human race.

In an instant, the Lord of the Ghost House figured out all the obstacles, and then without thinking any more, he cast his gaze towards the several dark figures behind Xue Tu. After a slight perception, his expression changed slightly.

What a weird dead air!

Neither alive nor dead, constantly rotating between life and death, with an extremely eerie aura, and even he, who was extremely sensitive to the aura of death, could not see through the way these people existed.

In addition, there is a lingering aura of time lingering around these people's bodies. It is impossible for such a strong aura of time to be present even if they have just awakened from a deep sleep. It is really weird.

"Senior Xue Tu, who are they?"

Since he couldn't guess it, he just asked directly, but he was a little nervous. It seemed that the human race had more background than he knew. As the Lord of the Ghost Palace, who was at the pinnacle of human power, he didn't know any information about this kind of person.

"They! Haha, they are just a bunch of old stubborn people. They were all my former opponents. They fought with me for countless years and refused to give in or admit defeat until their death!"

“Hahaha! But now it seems that I have won. These guys are so unlucky that they have become like this, neither alive nor dead. It’s really a pity.”

Xue Tu laughed loudly, the sound waves tore through the dimension, his eyes were extremely distant, as if he had returned to the fourth ancient era, the peak years of that brilliant era.

The Zhenyi ancient artifact can suppress time and space, freeze the lifespan of living beings, and make them sleep in a complete state, transcending endless years and coming to the afterlife.

However, the use of any great power requires a price to be paid. This is an eternal truth, even for ancient artifacts.

There is an upper limit to the number of living beings that each ancient artifact can suppress. This is why the quota is precious. For living beings at different levels of cultivation, the proportion of the ancient artifact's power that they need to occupy in order to fall into a state of dormancy is different.

All creatures below the Great Power are almost the same, and ancient instruments can easily afford them.

When one's cultivation level breaks through to great power, the burden of the ancient artifact will increase thousands or even tens of thousands of times!

As for the cultivators of the Tenth Realm, the price they need to pay is even more terrifying, so the Sleepers are not selected randomly. This is a very complicated process. Every time a quota is issued, the Supreme Council of the Human Race will be convened for careful discussion, because there are too many factors to consider.

Who is qualified to sleep? And who should stay in the world to fight against the aliens? Is it the low-level cultivators with potential who are sleeping, or the old and weak tenth-level masters? It is very complicated, but everything must be based on the highest interests of the human race.

The human race seems to have a lot of ancient artifacts, but a large part of them must be on standby at all times to deal with alien races and monsters, so they cannot be used as tools for sleeping. For example, the ancient artifact Chaos Pearl, logically speaking, with the time and space characteristics of Chaos Pearl, it is the most suitable vessel for sleepers, and its carrying capacity is extremely strong, but because the battle network is more important, it cannot be used.

Thirty-three Heavens, Eighteen Hells, the Supreme Dao Bell, the Hunyuan Qiankun Cauldron...

There are only a handful of ancient artifacts used by Sleepers. The human race is too large, so the quota is naturally extremely precious. The burden of sleeping a Tenth Realm cultivator is enough to sleep millions of powerful beings, or hundreds of millions of low-level cultivators.

Although the ancestors are precious, among these one million talented and powerful beings, maybe there will be a Tenth Realm? This is a very difficult problem to decide, so it is a pity that these old rivals of Xue Tu did not get a place.

But he was unwilling to die, so he stepped into the legendary burial ground without hesitation, burying himself to leave a legacy for future generations, hoping to live another brilliant life.

This is a choice that others cannot blame. Survival is the instinct of every intelligent life. These people did nothing wrong. Xue Tu also thinks so, so he went to dig them out personally.

Unfortunately, perhaps because hundreds of billions of years were too long, these people did not survive and turned into this horrible appearance.

"Did you hear that?"

Xue Tu closed his eyes tightly, listened attentively, and murmured slowly:

"These stubborn guys, even after they died, were still roaring, wanting to fight! Wanting to kill! This fighting spirit was so clear that it still persisted after countless years!"

"So, I brought them here!"

"Come and enjoy the killing!"

The Blood Slaughter Alliance opened his eyes, a scarlet light flashed by, and he looked into the unknown depths of time and space.

Boom! Space and time collapsed, and a huge figure fell out, destroying everything along the way, tearing open a huge red boundary, and smashing a galaxy before it could stop.

"Master of the gods!"

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The Lord of the Ghost House instantly woke up from Xue Tu's description, looked closely, and saw the appearance of the giant clearly.

“Ahem!”

The Lord of the Gods slowly stood up and coughed up a large mouthful of blood. The blood beads of terrifying mass pierced through the void and extinguished several rounds of the sun. There was a huge hole in his chest, and a transparent divine fire was madly burning the wound, and it was even drilling into his body.

Several people looked up and saw a figure formed by endless light in the depths of the time and space chaos. The right hand held the Book of Creation, and the left hand tightly grasped the Spear of Longinus that gathered all the divine power of the Goddess of War.

This is undoubtedly the supreme god in the world of gods.

The Lord of the Gods fought against him, and before that he could remain undefeated under the suppression of the will of heaven and earth, but with the addition of the Spear of Longinus, it was instantly like being one against two, and it was normal for him to fall into a disadvantage.

"Is this guy the Supreme God?"

"You guys step back, I'll take care of him!"

As Xue Tu spoke, he took one step forward after another, his whole body burning with scarlet flames. He flipped his hand and held a blood-red spear tightly in his hand. At the end of the spear handle, the two characters "God Killer" were engraved. An extremely heavy murderous intent emerged, and condensed into an endless sea of ​​blood behind Xue Tu.

"This, this ancient artifact is..."

The Lord of the Ghost House widened his eyes and recalled a secret he had seen in the Jidao Holy Sect before.

It is said that in the Jidao lineage, in addition to the Jidao Bell, there is another powerful killing weapon. This killing weapon is so pure that it cannot even be used as a sleeping vessel. It is called the God-killing Gun!

This gun is extremely terrifying, and only a few people can use it. Xue Tu is one of them. This is also the main reason why Xue Tu was given the chance to sleep.

A strong man in the tenth realm may be born, but the only strong man in the tenth realm who can use the God-killing Spear is Xue Tu.

Snap!

Time and space collapsed, and one after another figures with terrifying auras stepped out, or broke through time and space and fell during the battle.

There are those on the side of the gods, as well as the ancestors of the human race in the real world.

The strong men from both sides gathered together, and a brutal war was inevitable. The universe of the bright world would be destroyed at any moment.

"Hahaha! Just in time! Let's kill him quickly!"

Xue Tu held the God-killing Spear in his hand and stood above the sea of ​​blood. His terrifying aura was incomparable even to that of the Supreme God.

It seemed to be the center of the world.

Xue Tu slightly side-glanced at the figures with strange auras, and slowly said indifferently: "Old rivals, go to the Demon Realm, and I'll leave those bugs to you!"

Woohoo——

A cold wind blew by, and several figures disappeared in an instant.

Only a few grains of black soil remained on the empty spot.

(End of this chapter)