The Supreme Master was stunned for a moment, and then nodded.
As he fell, he moved the world of the realm. In an instant, along the world of the realm, Emperor Xin's figures walked out, mixed into the body of Emperor Xin's blood god clone, and wandered around according to the wishes of the Supreme Master.
Some really became farmers, carrying hoes and going up the mountain to farm.
Some others plunged into the deep sea and disappeared.
Others, step into the starry sky and explore the depths of the starry sky.
Many Emperor Xin have uncertain whereabouts and are extremely erratic, making people unaware that these blood god clones have received some instructions from Emperor Xin and what things they want to be busy with.
"Even I don't know what they are going to do, what role they can do, how do you guess and how do you estimate?"
Emperor Xin looked at this scene with a smile on his face. While muttering in his heart, he glanced into the void, his eyes full of mysterious colors.
He believed that at this moment, the Lords of Time must be filled with confusion and could not understand what he did this for at this moment.
How could those guys think that even Di Xin himself didn't know what the meaning of doing all these things was at this moment.
But even if Emperor Xin told the Lord of Time in person his thoughts, those guys would never believe what he said.
The reason is very simple. Whether it is the scale of the guest or the beginningless, the Lord of Time will not think that things will be so simple.
In those people's hearts, they only felt that Di Xin had a purpose in doing all this.
But Emperor Xin actually had only one purpose, that is, to confuse the public and distract the Lord of Time's energy and attention.
In addition, there is another purpose, which is to cast a wide net. Sent so many blood god clones are sent out. No matter which blood god clone can gain something, it is considered an extra profit for Emperor Xin to confuse the public.
He can be said to be a sure profit and no loss in this business.
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"What exactly does he want to do? Is there a possibility that he is confusing the audience and distracting us so that he can free up his hands to do other things?"
In the sky outside the sky, the guest of the scale commanded the guest to look at this scene, his face turned gloomy, his body shook, and he appeared in the place where Wuchu was, frowned and asked.
"Even if we distract us, what can we do? Can we ignore his actions?" Wushi chuckled and asked faintly.
The guest of Slim was silent when he heard this, but his face became more and more gloomy.
Emperor Xin's method was damaged by Taiyin.
No one knows what this guy is trying to do, and the clones of the blood gods have used their intentions to make a mystery.
Even though Di Xin's original intention was to confuse the public and disrupt the situation, if they really ignored it, Di Xin could let these blood god clones do some of the things he arranged.
By then, they will be the ones who suffer from their interests.
Therefore, it is simply unrealistic for them not to pay attention to it.
"Wuchu, his life is beyond your reach! After the last time node, it is time to get rid of him. I hope that by that time, you don't want to stop me again!"
After being silent for a long time, the guest of Slim was looking at Wuchu and said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, after the last time node, it's the end of everything!"
Wushi chuckled and said lightly to the scale guest.
The last time node is naturally the time node when Emperor Xin was in the Chiming Era, which gave them the lead of time and became the Lord of Time.
After that time node occurs, their existence begins, and then, if Di Xin is eliminated, there will be no burden.
"I hope you believe in your words and don't do anything to stop them, otherwise you will regret what you did."
When the Slim Minke heard Wushi's answer, he nodded with satisfaction. After calming down, his body disappeared from the spot.
Wushi looked at the direction where the Scaler left, and his mouth was filled with disdainful smile.
Just a group of apostles, they were called by someone a few times and thought they were masters. It was really ridiculous!
Just a group of slaves, what qualifications do you have to bark in front of him, the young master!
"Father, what exactly do you want to do? What can you do? What hope do you have after the last time node?"
The next moment, the gaze of the beginningless eyes fell on the river of time, and settled on Di Xin, muttering, and a curiosity appeared in his eyes.
He wanted to know if his father, who is known as the possible, could really create something impossible again!
But this impossible hope is really slim.
If it really dies in the hands of the existence created by one, it would be a real big joke!
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"Let's see, what's going on with the little guys now..."
At the same time, in Wuzhuang Temple, Emperor Xin looked into the distance to the west, wanting to know how Nuozha and Yang Jian are now.
Buzz!
In an instant, along the void, a water mirror condensed.
"Have you hit the snow-capped mountains? Where is it now?"
The water mirror shone through, and Emperor Xin immediately saw that Yang Jian, Nuozha, Li Jing, Wang Erxiao and others were now leading the Xuanfeng army, stationed among the continuous towering snow-capped mountains.
The snow-capped mountains are majestic, with clouds and mists, and a very extraordinary situation.
"Mount Olympus, the sacred mountain?"
After Emperor Xin looked at him, he immediately found that Yang Jian and Nuozha had arrived at Mount Olympus.
Mount Olympus is located in Greece, surrounded by ice and snow and clouds. It is regarded by Westerners as the core of the world. It once believed that the gods who rule the world and dominate humanity live on this mountain.
"There is no god in the West, and the gods are in the East! The gods of the West are also created by the Eastern gods who cross the west!"
Di Xin chuckled, and he knew that the legend of the Olympus gods had been rewritten and would no longer exist in the West.
At this moment, Mount Olympus was in the snow and snow. The sky was as gloomy as ink. Clusters of bonfires were jumping in the snow peaks. Yang Jian, Nuozha and others were washing and peeling a group of strange beasts with white hair all over their bodies and a single horned above their heads, a posture of preparing to start barbecuing.
"Devil...you are devils...slaughtering the holy beast, I, Raphael, curses you here to die without a burial place, and will be swallowed by ice and snow..."
In the distance, a blonde angel with his wings behind him being torn and his body tied up with a rope tied up. Looking at this scene, his eyes as blue as lake water were filled with tears, and he roared at Yang Jian and Nuo Zha, roaring at Yang Jian and Nuo Zha, emitting a vicious curse.
But her tears couldn't change anything.
Just like this small disaster in the Western Expedition!