"...Ahem...his name is Qi Yuan." Jiang Ruhua said, feeling a little embarrassed.
After all, now, in this world, no one knows that Qi Yuan will eliminate the great calamity.
His son-in-law has the same name as that person, which is really embarrassing.
When Wang Lingtong heard this, even though he was a great master, his heart beat violently at this moment.
He suddenly looked towards the stairs in front of him, and saw a blood-red figure in a robe slowly descending, his feet stepping on the stairs, making a stepping sound.
Jiang Lingsu, who was dressed in a plain robe, was holding that figure on her arm, with an irrepressible joy deep in her eyes.
All the drinking monks present put down their glasses at this moment and stood up silently.
In the restaurant, the only sound that could be heard was the rustling of footsteps on the wooden stairs.
Jiang Ruhua didn't notice the monks getting up, but the sound of Qi Yuan stepping on the stairs made him blush a little.
Alas, my son-in-law is worthy of coming from a small place like him, and his quality is almost the same. He even makes such a loud noise when walking.
Don't you see how quiet it is here?
What quality!
He decided that when he returned to Dongtu, he must educate Qi Yuan well, and he could not lose the face of the Dongtu monks when he was away from home.
When the blood-colored face came into view, a face with extraordinary handsomeness and a bit of laziness appeared, as if spring sleepiness had not yet resolved. Jiang Ruhua stood up suddenly and looked at the young man holding his precious daughter. He was about to question.
However, he saw all the monks present bowing in unison, and a deafening sound swept through them at this moment.
"We pay our respects to Senior Blood-clothed Sword God!"
"Senior, you have eliminated great catastrophes and made immeasurable merits. You should be my human emperor in Canglan Realm!"
The sound was uniform and uniform, as if emanating from one person, splitting rocks and flowing clouds, resounding throughout the sky.
At this moment, all the dignitaries in the restaurant shouted in unison, no matter how noble they were or how prominent their backgrounds were.
They were all humbled to the extreme in front of that bloody robe.
Jiang Ruhua blinked, as if doubting his ears and eyes.
His heart felt empty for a while, as if struck by lightning, and his whole body felt numb.
The voices of these monks turned into a ringing in the ears.
Qi Yuan... is Qi Yuan?!!
He was a little confused and couldn't think at all.
He was in a hurry, and the harsh words he just said were going to hit Qi Yuan's sinuses.
Now in a dilemma, I can only pretend to be dead, and then...a huge surprise surges in my heart.
Master Tao...has become a meteoric rise?
Wang Lingtong secretly glanced at Jiang Ruhua, still looking forward to it, hoping that this brother would really go...
Of course, he only dared to think about it, not even more.
After all, the person in front of me is a ruthless man who destroyed three thousand catastrophes!
There are thousands of Yang Shen Tianzun under his command!
If placed in the upper realm, it would probably be the supreme one!
At this time, Qi Yuan, who looked lazy, yawned, with deep tiredness still in his eyes.
He glanced at the great master present and Jiang Ruhua, who seemed to be in need of first aid, and spoke slowly.
"The title of Human Emperor represents responsibility, and I... don't deserve it."
As an emperor, you should carry the waves on your shoulders.
The Canglan Realm has been swallowed up by him, so how can he shoulder the burden?
Therefore, not worthy!
When all the great masters saw this, they did not dare to speak, and there were not even any refutations.
After all, this is the blood-clothed sword god who destroyed a great catastrophe!
His words are more effective than laws.
When Jiang Ruhua saw this scene, she was already convinced that Qi Yuan was the real Qi Yuan.
Otherwise, these monks are here...to act?
No wonder he couldn't see the cultivation of these monks, these weakest ones... were probably all great masters.
"Senior, I should be the common master of the world!" Great Lord Baiyu bowed down and bowed, the former number one man in the Canglan Realm said.
The other great masters all agreed.
Now that the great calamity has been eliminated, if the bloody-robed sword gods are not the common masters of the world, how can they exist?
After all, in the Canglan Realm today, the stars in the sky are not there, only the ten suns are visible in the sky.
Where is the future and the way forward?
"Although the great calamity has been eliminated, you still have the mark left by the one behind the great calamity.
That’s why I swallowed the Canglan Realm and put it into my Zifu.
Leaving my Zifu, if the person behind the catastrophe wants to take revenge, all of you will die in a matter of seconds.
So... you are still living in my Zi Mansion for the time being.
I am a very generous person, but this time I swallowed you up without your consent, and some of them were rented and sold by force... I won’t charge you rent.”
Qi Yuan stretched his waist and spoke in a gentle voice.
When the great masters around him heard this, they looked at each other in confusion or surprise.
At this time, Wang Lingtong stood up and said loudly: "What the senior Blood-clothed Sword God said is true. Someone from the Star Li Realm. The Heavenly Lord of our realm once said that the person behind the great catastrophe will remain in our bodies."
Seal, our life and death are all in one thought.
Now that the great calamity has dissipated, if that person knows about it, he may destroy the mark and harvest us!"
When the other monks heard this, they broke into a cold sweat.
The catastrophe is so terrifying and powerless, and the people behind the catastrophe... are simply unimaginable.
All the calculations and thoughts before coming came to nothing.
Great Lord Baiyu stepped forward at this moment with a firm gaze: "Senior's will is the will of Canglan Realm!"
At this moment, he did not mention the common master of the world.
After all, all the creatures in Canglan Realm owe Qi Yuan.
"I'm not interested in these things. I'm just an immortal cultivator with no ambitions, weak strength, and even difficulty in protecting myself. I'm afraid of some societies and some are eccentric.
Alas, it’s all because of this shitty social atmosphere.
If it weren't for the Black Mountain Sect being so arrogant, the Palace of Light forcing people too hard, the Dark Sun being arrogant and domineering, and the Great Tribulation being ruthless.
Some netizens troll me online every day, how can I be so tired?
I just hope to see a peaceful, friendly, harmonious, and upright world of immortality. It's that simple.
If this is the case, how great would it be if I huddled up in the sect and played games every day?" Qi Yuan said seriously.
He is inherently afraid of society and is not suitable to be a savior.
It's fine in the game, but it's not necessary in reality.
When the other great masters heard this speech, they all looked at each other and some did not dare to speak.
The blood-clothed sword god's words really made them a little confused.
Jiang Lingsu looked at his senior brother with a smile in his eyes.
Senior Brother is still the familiar Senior Brother, and what he says is always so strange.
"Senior, don't worry, we will do our best to clean up the atmosphere in the world of immortality!" Master Baiyu spoke with a firm voice.
Cold sweat broke out on the spine of the great gentleman who originally liked to use swear words.
"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.
"No need, I got all the coordinates during the great catastrophe." Qi Yuan's voice was calm, and then he looked at Wang Lingtong, "I swallowed so many realms alive, what if I get diarrhea?"
When Wang Lingtong heard this, he was a little silent and didn't know how to answer.
"Okay, no more nonsense, I'm going to swallow the Three Thousand Worlds. After I finish swallowing, I'll sleep for a while to digest my food."
After Qi Yuan finished speaking, he took Jiang Lingsu and disappeared, leaving only the Master who was present with a shocked look on his face.
"Senior Blood-clothed Sword God swallowed three thousand realms alive... It's simply unimaginable!" Master Baiyu said, his voice incomprehensible.
The other great masters could not imagine what kind of scene this was.
"Senior, the Blood-clothed Sword God in the Canglan Realm, is a blessing from the Canglan Realm!" An eminent person sighed with emotion.
The catastrophe was solved, and they still seemed to be in a dream at this moment.
They knew deeply that the great calamity was so powerful that it was impossible to resist it with the power of the Canglan Realm.
But who knows, the great catastrophe is more powerful than imagined. Three thousand great catastrophes are enough to make all the monks have no desire to resist.
In the end, he was still suppressed by the Blood-clothed Sword God!
At this time, Wang Lingtong looked at Jiang Ruhua, took a deep breath, and said with a hint of flattery in his voice: "Senior, I didn't expect that the woman next to Senior Blood-robed Sword God is actually your daughter."
When Jiang Ruhua heard this, she was a little happy at first, but when she thought about it, how could you transmit a message like this?
You should speak up!
The monks in this big place are so ignorant!
Seeing these great masters discussing the Blood-clothed Sword God, Jiang Ruhua suddenly sighed inexplicably, but the voice of emotion was loud: "Oh, my son-in-law has a big appetite, and he will eat three thousand worlds alive at one time. If he comes to my Jiang family as a guest,
How to entertain people?"
As Jiang Ruhua's voice fell, the eyes of all the great masters present fell on Jiang Ruhua.
Shock, surprise, awe...all kinds of looks.
When Jiang Ruhua saw this scene, she felt extremely touched.
"My Jiang family is so poor, alas." Jiang Ruhua sighed again.