"We are willing to create a peaceful and friendly world of immortality for our seniors!"
"Not bad, not bad." Qi Yuan complimented casually and then said, "Wait a minute, the aftermath of the previous battle with the Great Tribulation resulted in the death of many living beings. Alas, this is all my fault."
Qi Yuan lamented that fighting against the great calamity would inevitably have aftermath, even if there was a separation between Yin and Yang in the underworld, it would still be unavoidable.
Great Lord Baiyu said quickly: "The sin of this battle is not the fault of our predecessors!"
"This is a sin of great calamity!"
No one dared to blame Qi Yuan.
Even if someone blamed him, they, the great masters, would not let those voices enter Qi Yuan's ears.
"Fortunately, I am smart enough to be prepared."
Qi Yuan, who was dressed in a blood-colored robe, stretched out his palm. Following his voice, his original lazy temperament was swept away, and his aura became extremely sacred, like a god sitting upright in the ninth heaven.
He hugged Jiang Lingsu's arm and never separated.
Seeing Qi Yuan like this, Jiang Ruhua felt a sense of worship in her heart.
The other great masters also had the same idea.
The previous bloody-robed sword god was too friendly and approachable, and too dreamy.
Such solemnity is in line with his temperament.
It was infinitely sacred, mysterious, and suddenly, the aura became extremely dark again.
Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if a door to the underworld had opened, and endless mysterious aura filled the air.
But when I saw the tall and tall god speaking, his voice was vast and deep, like the voice of ancient sacrifices.
"The soul is back, please don't ask for help from all over the world!"
"It has no roots, but duckweed floats and sinks."
"Wuyi Qingqing is floating in the air."
"Everything I mark will return!"
Following Qi Yuan's voice, the world was shaken at this moment.
The weird aura was extremely strong.
It was as if the gates of Hades were opening.
This sound spread throughout the world of Canglan, and all living creatures heard it.
"Is this the voice of the bloody sword god?"
"What is he doing?"
Countless monks and mortals, as well as insects, birds and beasts were confused.
All the great masters also left to investigate inexplicably, and saw only the broken mountains and rivers nearby, and the dead mortal monks, all of whom were summoned by inexplicable calls and returned from the dead silence.
"I'm alive?"
"No, what happened?"
"Dad, you are still alive!!"
Countless monks were shocked, and some showed fear.
In the Canglan Realm, all the creatures that perished due to this war reawakened at this moment.
Their bodies either turned into dead souls, then instantly transformed back into their original state.
Countless monks saw this scene and regarded it as a miracle.
And in the Canglan Realm, who else can perform such a miracle besides the Blood-clothed Sword God Qi Yuan!
"Blood-clothed Sword God!"
Countless people kowtowed and worshiped, while some monks were trembling.
This has exceeded their imagination.
Especially for those great masters, the scene before them was not recorded even in ancient books.
At this time, a complex look flashed across the eyes of Qi Yuan, who had a sacred expression: "The boundary between life and death turns out to be change. Alas, it's another day of growing brains."
When using the function of the underworld, Qi Yuanruo gained something and understood that life and death are, to a certain extent, the conversion of energy and the change of all things.
This is somewhat similar to Ning Tao's realization when he stepped into Yangshen, that time does not exist, but time is change.
Of course, he only gained a small amount, and there seemed to be more unknowns about his underworld.
Jiang Ruhua swallowed when she saw this scene.
As for sinus piercing, he couldn't even think about it.
The blood-clothed sword god in front of him was powerful beyond his understanding and imagination.
Those great masters felt deeper than him.
The stronger you are, the more you understand how shocking the miracle of the Blood-clothed Sword God is!
"Okay, is there anything else?" Qi Yuan said, his sacred temperament disappeared, and he turned into the ordinary Shenguang Sect Zifu Daxiu before, "If nothing happens, I will 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 did the same.
"Senior Blood-clothed Sword God please...swallow my Xinglijie!"
The purpose of their coming here is to seek help from the Blood-clothed Sword God.
After all, the great calamity has been destroyed, but the marks on them are still there.
If the person from Taihuang Palace thinks about it, all the living creatures in Xingli Realm will perish in an instant.
Seeing that the Blood-clothed Sword God did not speak, Wang Lingtong continued: "As long as the senior Blood-clothed Sword God swallows the Xingli Realm, all the skills in the Xingli Realm will be owned by the senior!"
"Senior, don't you want the atmosphere in the world of cultivators to be better? Alas, most of the monks in the Xingli world have some problems, including alcoholics and people with bad mouths. We still need seniors to correct the atmosphere!"
"There are other worlds where there are great tribulations. The world of immortal cultivators is in a state of depression. Many cultivators have mental problems. This also requires the blood-clothed sword god to correct the atmosphere!"
"All the skills in the Three Thousand Realms will be acquired by the Blood-robed Sword God!"
"Senior please, swallow three thousand worlds alive!"
Wang Lingtong has a low voice and a pious attitude.
It was obvious that he had made some preparations before coming and knew something about the character of the Blood-clothed Sword God.
Of course, he also knows that accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. Making rash speculations to please the strong may arouse the strong's dislike.
But at this moment, he couldn't help but be cautious.
The Three Thousand Realms may be destroyed at any time.
When Qi Yuan heard this, he thought for a moment: "What you said makes sense."
The skills come second.
The techniques of the Three Thousand Realms are actually not as good as those collected in the Buddhist Kingdom.
Now, if the man from Taihuang Palace knew the fate of the great catastrophe, he might activate the mark and harvest the Three Thousand Worlds.
Having harvested the Three Thousand Realms, the one from Taihuang Palace will definitely become stronger.
Therefore, in order to prevent the evil-doing Taihuang Palace from becoming stronger, he had the obligation to swallow up the Three Thousand Realms.
The most important thing is that he, Qi Yuan, is a law-abiding and kind-hearted person who never kills innocent people indiscriminately, and is a good and law-abiding person who even blinks when he kills someone.
Therefore, these three thousand realms must be swallowed alive!
"Senior, these are the coordinates of the Star Li Realm. We will give you the coordinates of the other three thousand realms as soon as possible!" Wang Lingtong was extremely excited and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
As long as the other party is willing to swallow it, there is still a way to survive in the Three Thousand Realms.
The man in black robe next to him was a little happy when he heard this, but he was more regretful and disappointed.
Because, his hometown has long been swallowed up by the catastrophe, and not a single scrap has been left behind.
To be continued...