Chapter 1398 The Purpose of the Saints
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The purpose of the first thousand three hundred and ninety-eight chapters
Hearing the arrogant words of the Son of Fortune, the woman not only did not get angry, but giggled and smiled, "Hee hee, His Highness the Son of God is really greedy, but to level the gods, with our current strength, we can't It’s difficult, just the Holy Emperor sitting down on the four guardians, they are all half-step true gods, and there are many hidden powerhouses in our sanctuary Saint Luotian, their strength has reached an immeasurable level, if you can invite them Going out of the mountain, the extermination of the human race is not at hand."
The Holy Son of Fortune shook his head and said: "The hundred-footed worm is dead and not stiff. Although the human race has disappeared, it is still not so easy to deal with. Just being a god and dreaming is already very close to the realm of true gods. Moreover, even if they are half-step true gods, The strength is also strong and weak, Shenmeng Tianzun is at the top level, I don't know how strong this woman is. There are also two Tianzun in Putuo Mountain, whose strength is also unfathomable, and Da Zizai Buddha has become famous. Hundred million years, he is the oldest monk in Mount Putuo. Although Shakyamuni, the war Buddha emperor, is a rookie, his strength may be even more terrifying. I know that this war Buddha is not well-known, but he is very famous. He created his own Supreme Divine Martial Arts - 'Three Thousand Great Worlds', divide one's primordial spirit into thousands, that is, one billion, go to the three thousand great worlds to experience reincarnation, realize one billion lives, ten billion reincarnations, and then all split Ascension to the realm of the gods, merged into one, is very close to the true god, and his strength has reached an unimaginable realm."
"We can destroy the human race, but we have to pay a huge price. We can't afford this price for various reasons. Well, let's go!"
After the Son of Fortune finished speaking, he flew straight down. This time, more than a hundred Heavenly Venerates just increased his power for him, and the person who negotiated was the Son of Fortune himself.
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The dark hall is more than a hundred feet long and wide. In this hall, there is a stone table of ancient gods. The stone table is twenty feet square, and the people and horses on both sides are clearly distinguished.
The Holy Son of Fortune sat at one end of the stone table, holding an iron fan, smiling and looking confident.
Behind him, stood the vigorous woman in soft armor, and the rest were many Heavenly Venerate powerhouses of the Saint Race.
On the other side of the stone table, is the Human Race Heavenly Venerate, Shen Meng and the three people, sitting in the first seat.
Among the three people, two of them were wearing cassocks, holding a Zen staff, dressed as monks, and had twelve scars on their heads. The last one was an old man in red. He sat silently at the negotiating table, closing his eyes and resting. A detached feeling.
Needless to say, the first two are naturally the two great gods of Putuo Mountain, and the last one is the great hidden god of the human race—the God Master Tongtian.
Tongtian Divine Master has been famous for more than 80 million years. Back then, he established Tongtian Divine Religion in the Divine Realm, and it was famous for a while. Except for Mount Putuo, there is no other force that can compare to the edge.
But later, God Master Tongtian seemed to have gone into hiding from then on because of an unknown event, and no one knew his traces again.
Tongtian Divine Religion also ran out of luck because of Tongtian God Lord's departure. Although it still survived under the protection of Tongtian God Master's prestige, it gradually declined.
Now that the human race is in a calamity, the reclusive God Master Tongtian has also been born.
"Now, let's get started!"
The Son of Fortune was condescending, and his voice carried an air of domineering, as if he had placed himself on the same level as all the Heavenly Venerates of the human race.
"Hey, the saints are gone? Send a stinky boy like you to preside over the negotiations on the future of the two major races?"
A cold voice sounded,
The one who spoke was a Vulcan on the side of the human race. He couldn't stand the arrogant attitude of the Son of Heaven, and he spoke sarcastically.
"Hahahaha!" The Holy Son of Fortune laughed, "It's your turn to speak here? A person in the middle and lower levels of the Heavenly Venerate realm, you will stop here in the future, and you are worthy of questioning me? Within a few hundred years, I will If you become a realm king, your strength will surpass you, and after a thousand years, I will become a god, killing you is like stepping on an ant!"
As soon as the Son of Fortune said this, the Heavenly Venerate of the Human Race all frowned, this Son of Fortune was too arrogant.
It takes millions of years for ordinary people to cultivate to the realm of Heavenly Venerate, but most of these people rely on years of accumulation and cultivation, and their strength is mostly not too outstanding.
There is also a kind of person who is extremely talented, and cultivates to the Heavenly Venerate with an unstoppable momentum in one breath, such as the War Buddha Emperor Shakyamuni.
But even Emperor Sakyamuni is far from the Son of Fortune. Listening to what he means, it only takes more than a thousand years for him to cultivate to the realm of Heavenly Venerate!
And once he becomes a Heavenly Venerate, killing a Heavenly Venerate of the same rank is like chopping melons and vegetables.
"After a thousand years, killing me is like stepping on an ant? Hahaha! Huo Yuetian has never heard such a ridiculous joke in my life!" Vulcan laughed, his character was strong, and there was no room for sand in his eyes.
The Son of Fortune sneered again and again, "Now you and I can make an oath. After five hundred years, we will fight to the death. If we dare not come, we will cut off the meridians of the whole body and abolish the cultivation base. "
"What's wrong with making an oath, when have I ever been afraid of Huo Yuetian?" Vulcan stood up and confronted each other, but at this time Shenmeng Tianzun suddenly flicked his sleeves, and an invisible force suddenly pressed on him, hardening him. Sheng Sheng pressed back to the seat.
Vulcan stared, looked at Tianzun Shenmeng, "Why did you stop me?"
"So far, we are here to negotiate, not to gamble."
Shen Meng's voice was very soft, but it contained a feeling that was hard to resist. This was the majesty and powerful strength that belonged to Shen Meng. With her aura, even the fiery Vulcan could not collide with Shen Meng.
Vulcan gritted his teeth and finally sat down.
"Shen Meng stopped me because, in her eyes, after five hundred years, I'm really not the opponent of the Son of Fortune?" Vulcan's heart froze, he would not think that his vision was better than Shen Meng, such a Come on, this Holy Son of Fortune is too terrifying. I am afraid that it will not take 5,000 years for Holy Son of Fortune to grow to a sufficient height to lead the army of the Holy Race to level the realm of God, and there is no need for the Holy Emperor of Fortune to take action!
Vulcan looked at the Son of Fortune, only to see the Son of Fortune with a smile, his eyes all fell on the body of Shenmeng Tianzun, and he never looked at himself again.
"Tsk tsk, I have long heard that the goddess of the human race is the most mysterious woman of the human race, and also the most beautiful woman. I admire the gods and dreams a lot. I finally saw it today, and she is indeed a peerless beauty. Get up, the three thousand beauties in my harem are not worth mentioning. If I can marry a strange woman like Shenmeng Tianzun in my life, then I will have no regrets in this life, haha!"
When the Son of Fortune spoke, he stared at Tianzun Shenmeng without hesitation, and his words were full of teasing to Tianzun Shenmeng.
Shen Meng didn't seem to hear such a disrespectful behavior, her face was still very calm, and at this moment, in the eyes of the Son of Fortune, Shen Meng Tianzun's figure suddenly blurred, and a sharp cone-like spiritual attack went straight. Thorn the sea of spirits of the Son of Good Fortune!
The figure of the Holy Son of Fortune trembled suddenly, and a light film lit up in front of him out of thin air. With a bang, it blocked the sword of divine consciousness. He shook his body and sat down on the stone bench of the ancient divine stone, which burst into stone powder.
"Um!?"
On the Saint Race side, many Heavenly Venerates immediately stood up from their seats. Just now, Heavenly Venerate Shenmeng suddenly launched an illusion attack, which made Saint Child Fortune almost suffer a big loss. This attack of divine consciousness, but also made the Son of Fortune sit down on the stone bench and completely shattered.
"It doesn't matter!" The Holy Son of Fortune stood up and let many of the saints sit down, as if the battle between the electric light and flint just now had nothing to do with him.
He looked at Shenmeng and said with a smile: "Shenmeng Tianzun is really amazing. If you don't let me sit, I will stand."
Shenmeng Tianzun has a cold look on her face. She didn't expect to kill the Son of Fortune in this situation. She just wanted to make the Son of Fortune suffer and kill the other party's prestige. It is very important to take the initiative at the negotiating table. , But I didn't expect that the protective magic weapon on the Son of Fortune was so powerful that it forced her sword of consciousness to shatter, without hurting the Son of Fortune at all. A fear.
"Don't talk nonsense, let's go straight to the topic!" At this moment, beside Shenmeng Tianzun, the Tongtian Divine Master in a red robe suddenly spoke up. His voice was hoarse, but it was full of wear and tear. The penetrating force makes people's ear drums tingle.
The Holy Son of Fortune turned his head to look at the God of Heaven, and said slowly: "This is the God of Tongtian, right? Yes, since it's a negotiation, I won't say more, and go straight to the topic!"
The Holy Son of Fortune called out the name of the Tongtian Divine Lord, which made the human race gods stunned. The Tongtian Divine Lord has been in a state of seclusion for tens of millions of years. Even so, the saints also have the information of the Tongtian Divine Lord. Although the Holy Son of Fortune may not recognize the appearance of the Tongtian Divine Master, but based on the position of the Tongtian Divine Master in the strong human race, as well as the imposing manner on his body, the rules he cultivated can be guessed.
The Holy Race's understanding of the powerful human beings is much deeper than the original human race imagined!
Knowing yourself and knowing the enemy, you will be victorious in a hundred battles. Now the Saint Race is not only stronger than humans, but also has much more information than humans!
How can the Heavenly Venerates of the human race not be worried?
"Since it is straight to the point, I will clearly say that the catastrophe once every 3.6 billion years is a waste of life. Although my saints are powerful, they do not want to destroy countless beings every time the catastrophe is reincarnated. Therefore, this Once, my holy clan wanted to establish a new order, and use this new order to eradicate catastrophe forever. My holy clan, together with the human race, would establish a co-prosperity of the gods and the gods. , In terms of talent training, what do you think?"
The Son of Fortune looked at the God Master Tongtian and said with a smile.
(Already flew to Zhanjiang, but haven't been able to go back)
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