The corner of Ying Wuji's mouth twitched: "Awesome! You killed every enemy you could! You won't be willing to accept this until the human race is annihilated, right?"
Ji Dong looked pious: "I am doing this only to achieve prosperity for the human race, so how can I say I am collaborating with the enemy? As long as I unify the world, I will be able to enter the realm of the ancestor, and the strength of the human race will be multiplied. They think they can plot against me, but they don't know that they have already made wedding clothes for me."
"Wedding dress? I'll marry you, damn it!"
Ying Wuji was really angry and broke down: "Is your urine too yellow? You can't see clearly what you look like after you pee? You are a loser who can't do anything and never gets enough to eat. And you let the demons and celestials make wedding dresses for you?
The Nether Tiger Saint and the Celestials must be laughing to death, okay?
Among the human race of only tens of millions, there actually emerged an extremely stupid idiot who was one in a million.
The key is that he has become a saint!
They probably never dreamed that the formation set up by Emperor Zhuanxu could be broken by you who appeared out of nowhere.
I suggest you go into the Tiger Saint Cave and smell it to see if he has incontinence from laughing!
Return the wedding dress?
How shameless!
Damn it, Gan Lin!"
He was so angry at Ji Dong that his eyes went dark.
I don’t know where Ji Dong got his confidence from. He actually thinks he can unify the world, and he also believes that if he unifies the world, the strength of the human race will be raised to a higher level.
Five years?
If you can't do it yourself, you're going to drag the entire human race down with you, right?
But it's not surprising that this bastard would do such a thing. He would only choose the best option for his path to becoming a saint. He doesn't care at all about the consequences that others will face if he fails.
Ying Wuji also understood the Celestial Clan’s plan.
This wave of tripartite cooperation directly pushed the human race to the worst situation.
By then, the human race is likely to be defeated by the demon race and have to seek help from the celestial race.
This kind of stupid plan can succeed.
It all really depends on Ji Dong.
Outrageous!
Ji Dong: “???”
After living for hundreds of years, he thought he had improved himself very well, but he did not expect that his defenses had been breached so many times in recent years.
And it’s all because of the same person.
[Hint]: When the target's emotional fluctuation value reaches 100, you will obtain the magical power fragment "Mediating Creation - Part 1".
[Hint]: The magical power "Mediating Creation" has been completed, and the prerequisite for its use is to be promoted to the ancestral realm.
Ying Wuji: “…”
He really didn't expect that Ji Dong actually had a piece of the puzzle that could mediate fate.
This time it’s really complete.
The real magical power of creation can create new rules and write them into the existing rules. With a thought, the sky and the earth can change color, and even a new world can be created out of thin air.
But...the prerequisite for use is actually the ancestral realm!
Ying Wuji has been practicing in seclusion for nearly ten years, and has a better understanding of the legendary ancestral realm.
The so-called ancestral realm requires two conditions to be met. One is to become a saint and have his own new order, and the other is to become the common ruler of the world or a person believed in by the whole clan.
No matter which one you choose, it will be extremely difficult.
However, Ying Wuji had already felt the benefits of the ancestral realm in advance, that is, there had been changes in the distribution of clan fortunes between the two countries of Li and Chu. The overall cultivation speed of those who had made contributions had improved. Although it was not obvious, it was real.
If I become a saint and travel through the Central Plains, then after breaking through the ancestral realm, the improvement in my cultivation will surely be extremely terrifying.
Only the ancestral realm can display such super magical power as mediating fate.
But becoming a saint is so difficult.
You can never become a saint without a little bit of insanity.
Whether it is the Qingyi who committed suicide as a martyr.
Or Ji Dong who is crazy about entering Taoism.
Or they may be the saints of hundreds of schools who have secluded themselves and have disciples all over the world. They have already surpassed the category of ordinary people.
Holy.
It is a state of mind that pursues the Tao.
Rather than the practice of destroying the world.
A vulgar person who is addicted to pretending to be awesome can never become a saint.
Ying Wuji considers himself an ordinary man, and still covets the art of reincarnation and immortality.
So it's very difficult.
"Why!"
A voice woke Ying Wuji up.
He looked up and saw Ji Dong, who looked annoyed.
Ji Dong was filled with anger: "Didn't you hear what I just said?"
Ying Wuji was a little distracted and indeed did not hear it, but he could guess what the mural was. After all, what Ji Dong hated most was others questioning his path to becoming a saint.
I treated his path to sainthood as a piece of shit, so he must have been so angry that he talked nonsense.
So he cleared his throat and said, "I didn't listen. I don't have shit in my ears!"
"Asshole!"
Ji Dong was filled with anger: "If that's the case, let's see what's really going on. You're a mediocre person who can't even muster the heart of a saint, and you're trying to obstruct my path to becoming a saint in every possible way. It's time to settle our grudge!"
Ying Wuji narrowed his eyes. He could clearly feel that Ji Dong's cultivation had improved. He wondered if it was due to the faith provided by these millions of ghosts.
The crowd below were watching with eager eyes.
Either fight hard.
Or run away.
Ying Wuji decided to give it a try, because as long as he could kill that bastard Ji Dong, everything would be over.
He threw it away casually.
The Han Guang sword flew downwards.
"Brother Juanzi, stop them!"
"What about you?"
Han Juan's voice came from the sword.
Ying Wuji pulled out the reel sword with the sword spirit still alive: "It doesn't matter, I have my father in my hand!"
Han Juan: “…”
The sword energy surged and the ground howled in agony.
Han Juan had already reached the bottleneck of a new realm of spiritual cultivation. He was at the peak of the Divine Realm and was only one step away from the Holy Realm. However, he had a new cultivation system and had not yet found a new realm.
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