Eight hundred and twentieth eight chapters hand over the evil
When Wan Ling heard this, he looked at Yuan Long and Wang Qi. As expected, the two men's expressions remained motionless as usual, and boundless anger suddenly surged in their hearts.
It was obvious that both of them knew secrets that he did not know. He was the only one who was guarded in Yanlan City and everything was concealed.
"Okay! You are very good! Since you look down on me so much, then say goodbye!"
Wan Ling didn't care to listen to what Wu Fan had to say anymore. He immediately stood up and walked out of the main hall. Once outside the city, he could catch any world lord and get everything he wanted to know!
Shi Yu stood up immediately, waved to Wang Qi who also stood up, and asked him to sit back down. Then he stopped in front of Wan Ling and chuckled: "Senior Wan Ling, why are you so impatient? You only see that someone is not moving, why don't you look at it?"
Who is moving?"
Wan Ling was startled and looked around. Except for Shi Yu and his wife, the only people who were not moving in the hall were Yuan Long, Wang Qi, and Ling Xiao. Everyone else was jumping back and forth. The fastest runner, Gai Ying, had disappeared into the hall.
Go straight into the protective formation.
Among these people, Zhu Yanlan needless to say. Except for Yuan Long, who was probably told some inside information by Shi Yu, the others were all partners who worked together with Shi Yu. It is abnormal to not know the truth.
Fortunately, sisters Cao Xinxin and Qingchi Qingxi, who were not interested in political affairs, were not in the palace, otherwise Wan Ling would not have figured it out so quickly.
With a cold snort, Wan Ling looked better now, nodded to Shi Yu and sat back down, then flicked his finger at Wu Fan angrily.
The strong wind rushed out and knocked Wu Fan down with a thud, injuring her even more.
"If you dare to provoke me with words, then you will die as soon as possible! Anyway, you said that it doesn't make any difference whether you die early or later!"
After scolding Wu Fan fiercely, Wan Ling sat with his eyes closed and his face turned slightly red. He was almost provoked into a split by Wu Fan's words. Wan Ling himself felt embarrassed.
Shi Yu did not return to his position, but walked up to Wu Fan in a few steps and said with a smile: "How did you know that you can never go to the upper world by gathering the will to break the world?"
No one can gather the will to break through the realm and enter the upper realm! This sentence was leaked by Jian Kaitian when he was scaring Yu Luyao and Xuan Pan. There was only a Nine-Life Totoro next to him that day.
Nowadays, it is obviously no longer a secret. As long as the secret is spoken from the mouth, even if there is only one audience, it will become a rumor spread all over the world.
In the current land of destiny, Wu Fan is definitely not the only one who knows that there is no way to enter the upper realm.
Wu Fan continued to sneer, wiped off the blood stains on his mouth and glared at Shi Yu fiercely, "No one needs to tell me, this matter has spread a long time ago! There are thousands of people talking about it in the land of destiny, do you still want to kill them one by one?"
Shi Yu raised his head and looked at Yuan Long. She was the only one who knew the most about things outside the city.
Yuan Long frowned and shook his head. If she had been worried about the safety of Yanlan City before, she would have paid more attention to the storm outside the city.
But now that Shi Yu is unstoppable in his destiny, how can she still have time to take care of all kinds of chores?
In fact, there is no point in knowing who spread the news. Shi Yu is just thinking that Wu Fandu has attacked Yanlan City. What will the other world leaders who know the truth do?
As if he heard Shi Yu's thoughts, Wu Fan lay down on the ground needlessly, soaked in his own blood, and said with a sneer:
"I can no longer go to the upper world. Not only me, but many masters have also tried it. God has given up on this world, and God has given up on the place where he controls his destiny.
We...we are just abandoned weeds."
"Isn't it just that we can no longer go to the upper world? Even if we are abandoned, what if we can live well in this world?
Don't forget, most of the creatures in the world will never leave the world where they were born!" Shi Yu frowned and looked at Wu Fan, feeling that this guy was really unfounded.
Wu Fan glanced at Shi Yu with disdain: "Have you not seen these minor cultivators suddenly appearing? How long do you think it will take for them to cultivate to the realm master?"
Shi Yu thought for a while and responded: "It can take as little as a thousand years, or as long as ten thousand years."
"Then why do you think they showed up?"
Shi Yu suddenly laughed. These sudden supernatural species all appeared after he returned from another time and space. It was obvious that the departing big eyes wanted to give Shi Yu a lot of trouble and could not let him live in the place where he was destined to live.
So comfortable.
But Shi Yu had no intention of telling Wu Fan the truth, and deliberately joked: "Maybe the gods think that we are too weak, and no one can break into the upper realm, so they created these creatures with powerful talents to compete with us for the chance to ascend to heaven.
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"Stupid! How stupid! Do you think we can compete? They are not here to fight for opportunities... They are here to clean up all the trash like us...
Do you think, when they become stronger, how many world lords will be left? Will they invade the world? Can the lair of you world lords be preserved?"
As he spoke, Wu Fan suddenly lost his concentration and stared blankly at the top of the temple, as if his eyes were passing through the top of the temple, piercing into the upper realm where no one could enter again.
"Um?"
Shi Yu's belief was shaken by Wu Fan's words. Although he was not afraid of these miraculous cultivators, it did not mean that other realm masters were not afraid. A hundred years of cultivation progress in one day was unbelievable in anyone's eyes.
If we can still go to the upper realm, the world masters of all realms will have hope in their hearts that they will not be extinguished, so they will not regard these sudden minor cultivators as doomsday visions.
But now that the road is cut off and alien species suddenly appear, anyone will feel that this is a kind of heavenly punishment, a kind of heavenly punishment that makes all living beings disappear in a long and painful despair.
"God has left... God has given up on us... If we want to survive, we must kill all these evil spirits that destroy the world, one after another... until the world slowly ends and is finally annihilated.
In chaos..."
Lying on the ground, Wu Fan murmured to himself, and every word hit the hearts of everyone in the hall.
"City Lord!"
Gai Ying suddenly appeared in the hall again, looking panicked.
Yuan Long, who was still thinking about Wu Fan's words, woke up immediately and shouted: "What's wrong?"
Gai Ying did not dare to delay for a moment, waved his hand and took a picture of a floating scene. Tens of thousands of realm masters were rumbling towards Yanlan City. The first twenty or thirty absolute masters were filled with boundless momentum and were filled with murderous intent.
Yuanlong's pupils suddenly widened. She saw not only the realm lord, but also tens of millions of indigenous monks following the realm lord. They couldn't help but throw the heads in their hands into the sky and blast them into pieces.
"Them? What's going on with these natives?"
Yuan Long was not surprised when the Realm Lord came to kill him, but why would the natives kill the natives?
Wan Ling can tell what's going on at a glance. He usually has the intention to train some indigenous cultivators, but unlike Ling Xiao, he goes to the place where he is destined to choose the divine birds and beasts and slowly enlightens and guides them.
Even if they were selected from thousands of people, only one of them in millions would be able to cultivate to the Realm Lord Realm, and it would take tens of millions of years for them to be able to do so.
The indigenous monks who are surging outside the city are all normal monks trained in this way, and none of them are aliens gifted by God.
But the heads they threw up high were the remains of those talented people.
Wan Ling wanted to understand, so he spoke quickly and cleared everyone's doubts, "The natives are not monolithic! It seems that Wu Fan's so-called world-destroying evil has become a public enemy of the land where he lives."
"Ho ho, wait for death! Tens of thousands of world lords, dozens of supreme lords, let's see how Yanlan City can resist!" Wu Fan, who was lying on the ground, sat up at some point and stared at the floating shadow captured by Gai Ying.
Let out a weird laugh.
"Whether you can resist it or not, I won't bother you. I've been bragging all my life, so go and rest early." Wan Ling saw that Wu Fan was still provoking him with words, so he smacked him over without any courtesy.
Without even leaving the blood mist behind, Wu Fan became the first person to devote his life to the great cause of the survival of all realms.
"Let's go and experience the majesty of other absolute masters. I haven't really fought since I came to the land of destiny. I feel rusty just sitting in the city every day!"
Wan Ling deliberately concealed the embarrassment of almost escaping from Yanlan City due to his reckless impatience, and was the first to walk out of the main hall.
The fiercely coming Realm Lords and natives were not far from Yanlan City. The monks in the city felt the strange aura permeating the void and fled out of the city to find out.
Gai Ying had already pushed the city defense formation to its maximum strength. Except for a few entrances and exits in advance, all other places could be retreated at a touch. No one could come and go at will as usual.
An even more ominous premonition enveloped the monks in the city. They did not dare to break through the formation, and their only thought was to escape through the few formation doors that were still open.
In less than half a moment, all the monks in the city had left, and only Yanlan City's own people and a few Yunyin tribe monks were left.
As for those minor cultivators, who were known as the evil breeders who destroyed the world, they didn't know what was happening at this time.
They were swept into the city by a gust of wind in a daze, and saw a large number of world leaders and monks leaving the city in a hurry. They just thought that the powerful people in the city had offended a powerful enemy, and hundreds of cowardly people with weak minds also mingled among the monks to attack Yan Lan.
Flee outside the city.
But as soon as they left the city, they were fished out by the masters who were keeping a close eye on the crowd. None of them escaped and were all thrown into the sea of indigenous people behind them.
As the saying goes, the people who hate you most are not your enemies, but your own people who are jealous of you.
As soon as the young monks screamed and fell into the indigenous monks, they were torn into pieces by the howling and violent indigenous monks.
This scene frightened the other Xiaoxiu who were still in the city. They no longer dared to risk getting mixed into the crowd leaving the city. They could only huddle together and tremble as they waited for their fate!
"Hand over those scoundrels! Let everything in Yanlan City go as usual!"
The army of Realm Lords trapped outside acted magnanimously. They waited for all irrelevant personnel to leave and slowly closed the gate of the formation before calling out the formation loudly, which made Shi Yugao look at them.
As soon as these words came out, the rest of the minor cultivators who were left in the city, with their hearts palpitating, suddenly panicked and screamed.
In their eyes, even if Yanlan City wanted to protect them, they would not be able to withstand the attacks of so many masters. The Lord of Yanlan City would definitely throw them out.
"Shut up! Whoever calls me again will throw him out!"
Yuan Long shouted violently, instantly suppressing the screams of the minor cultivators, and swept his cold eyes several times, causing the minor cultivators to shrink their necks and not dare to raise their heads.
"snort!"
Seeing that the situation had become submissive and quiet, Yuan Long sneered a few times and jumped out of the crowd, standing in front of the shouting master across the city defense formation, and asked unceremoniously: