He was extremely irritated. If he had not been delayed by some special matters along the way, he would not be at his current level of cultivation!
Aggrieved and annoyed, Hua Chou could not wait to leave this godforsaken Dragon Gate and recover his divine power. Then, he would trample all the useless deities here into pulp!
"Hua Chou, perish!"
Zhu Minglang was also enraged. A violent deity who treated the common people like weeds should be eliminated!
Although his stomps were aimed at himself, they still crushed more than half of the unknown celestial body. The birds and beasts died tragically, and the city was swallowed into the huge fissure. Of those people who wore yellow clothes and prayed for mercy from the heavens, it was unknown how many of them survived, but most of them were smashed into pieces!
The Sparrow Wolf Deity looked down on the common people and plundered them as he pleased. The God of Sky Pivot, Hua Chou, was even worse. He did not even treat the people as living beings. They were nothing more than weeds that grew messily around his feet. He even purposely broke their roots before he left in satisfaction!
Wasn't the Sacred Watchtower destroyed in the same way?
If the Heavens allowed such people to become so-called righteous deities, allowing them to hang high in the sky and enjoy the respect of millions of people, Zhu Minglang would be able to despise them ruthlessly. He would kill as many deities as there were in the world!
Was this the Heavens' will?
If the Heavens really imposed a decree on him, it would be to kill all the reckless violent deities!
What saving the world? What abusing the curse? These were not Zhu Minglang's true thoughts. What he wanted was for this god to weigh the pros and cons before doing anything that went against the Heavens and Dao. He wanted to see if he could survive from his hands!
"Hua Chou, die!"
The Heavens and Earth were glued together, as narrow as a scabbard!
This time, Zhu Minglang pulled out his sword. The tip of the sword touched the boundary of heaven and earth, and the body of the sword crossed the world squeezed by the stars and the vast Dragon Gate. When he waved his sword in anger, the chaotic heaven and earth seemed to be divided into two. The majestic Sword Hong made the sky rise again and the earth sink suddenly!
Zhu Minglang might not be able to reach Pangu's level when he created the Heavens and Earth, but it was not impossible for him to cut open the tiny Heavens and Earth in the Dragon Gate!
The sky and earth of Dragon Gate were unprecedentedly clear during the months when the weather was chaotic in Dragon Gate. This was because the sword had cut through the viscous Chaos and cut open the chest of the God of Hua Chou who had chosen to help the evildoer!
Hua Chou's body was still glowing with bright Divine Light. His shell seemed to be unwilling to die just like that. It was piecing together again and again, trying to return to its original appearance. However, the part of his body that was cut open could not be closed …
He looked at the sword mark that cleared the sky and earth, and looked at Zhu Minglang who had waved his sword. His dying face changed from shock to anger, from anger to madness, and from madness to joy and excitement! "I will remember your face even if I die.
"I will remember your appearance even if I turn into ashes. Hide among the millions of people with your tail between your legs. Live in fear and anxiety. My divine light illuminates the heavens, and there will be a day when I find you. When that time comes, I hope you won't wag your tail and beg for mercy. I have always been too soft-hearted towards people who have left an impression on me. Even if you are ignorant and arrogant right now, when you place your head at my feet, I will still spare your life … Taming you is far more interesting than turning you into ashes!" Hua Chou's face was filled with pain and anger, but the words he spat out were filled with excitement and anticipation.
It was as if he had found an interesting plaything in this boring world, like a noble who had found a stray dog in his own territory!
"I will take your Spiritual Root. I am glad that I did not kill you in the spiritual field. I will feed you until you are fat and then slaughter you. My Spiritual Root will be filled to the brim!" Zhu Minglang did not listen to Hua Chou's last words. He absorbed Hua Chou's Spiritual Root, which was unwilling to die, into his own body.
Considering that Bai Qi's Godhead was very high, Zhu Minglang gave most of the Spiritual Root to Stegosaurus, allowing Stegosaurus to reach the level of Almighty.
The Spiritual Root was abundant, and there was still a surplus.
Zhu Minglang distributed the rest of the Spiritual Root to each of his dragons, especially the Innate Fiend Dragon, Blue Phoenix Dragon, Smelting Black Dragon, and Fairy Drake, which had lower Life Providence, so that they could have the qualifications to become gods. This way, as long as he found a place with abundant Spiritual Qi in the future, he could quickly increase the strength of each of his dragons, so that they would not be restricted by their bloodline or Life Providence.
… …
After crossing the meteorite field, the sky and earth separated for a short while, but in the end, they were bound together by an irreversible force.
Hundreds and thousands of Chaotic Qi Snails appeared. They were like destructive dragons, twisting their bodies filled with the aura of death, constantly tearing apart all living things within a radius of tens of thousands of miles.
The thunderclouds were compressed, and lightning that could shatter the earth's veins danced wildly, densely packed like a storm. No matter where one hid, they would not be spared.
Meteorites and celestial bodies collided chaotically. The enormous wreckage burned with heavenly fire, causing the sky to never stop. It was as if dozens of scorching suns were exploding continuously. The void shockwaves produced were more frequent than the waves of the sea. They swept, swept, swept!
There was no God of Salvation.
There was no reincarnated Pangu who created the world.
Although Zhu Minglang was one of the very few Master Gods in the Dragon Gate, he was still too far away from stopping this chaotic primordial force. Perhaps Shenjun, the Celestial King, or a God who had ascended to a higher realm could do it. As a Master God, Zhu Minglang could only protect himself and the city that had once prayed to him … …
However, the Dragon Gate was boundless, and there were tens of thousands of people who were lost.
There were countless celestial bodies and continents in the sky, big and small. The people in yellow robes in this city were only one in ten million living things in this world. Zhu Minglang suddenly realized that Mr. Koi's words made sense.
It was easy to ignore and add insult to injury, but it was extremely difficult to save the common people.
If there was a god in the Dragon Gate who could do it, he would be worthy of the title of God, the true Chosen God chosen by the heavens!
… …
There was no problem for a God General to protect himself.
Most of the Sons of God could also survive.
For Quasi Gods and Demigods, it was purely based on their own judgment of natural disasters. They knew that they could survive if they avoided it, but those who were at a loss and did not know what to do would also perish.
For living things below Demigod, it was basically based on whether they had accumulated virtue and done good deeds. Those who had accumulated virtue and done good deeds might just brush past the meteorites and wind blades. Those who had committed all kinds of evil deeds might be surrounded by thunderbolts, and their corpses might even be watered by lava … …
The Sky Supporting Peak had completely collapsed. Zhu Minglang wandered in the endless wreckage. Above his head might be a huge piece of broken earth vein, but below his feet might be a celestial body that was full of holes … …
It was like a mountain flood that had not occurred in a thousand years, completely destroying and soaking the forest. Zhu Minglang was in a wooden boat. He saw rabbits, bears, elks, and tigers. They were all about to be drowned, and the small wooden boat could only carry a limited number of living things.
He could save those that could be saved, but there was nothing he could do if he couldn't.
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