Another miracle legend...... Ye Shuo couldn't help but sneer even more. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info These people in ancient times liked to lean on God when they encountered anything, but they were only limited by knowledge, and to this day, there are still people who believe in those so-called "miracles", which makes Ye Shuo feel that they are really ignorant.

Thinking of this, he said sarcastically: "I also heard the story of a fairy in Xilin Valley, but it is said that the fairy gathered the oppressed half-humans and half-demons from all over the world and taught them to be self-reliant and self-reliant, and to be kind to others, which can be said to be very peace-loving.

But what about this god who has passed down forbidden spells, even if I don't say that he is evil, at least he must be very fond of fighting, right? According to you, there are many gods in this world, some good and some bad?"

Ye Shuo's strange question made Mo Liangcheng really embarrassed. His eyelids also looked a little tired, he patted Ye Shuo's shoulder, and said lightly: "Don't worry, anyway, whether it's a good god or a bad god, they won't take care of us ants, so we can toss as much as we want." ”

It's good that he didn't say this, but when he said it, it aroused Ye Shuo's blood. Even if it was just a self-deprecating statement, Ye Shuo knew that he didn't like the feeling of being looked down upon! Very much not! It was under this extreme resentment that he suddenly had another understanding of the concept of "God."

If it is true that God is completely denied, then what about the Evil Emperor, and can the power of the Evil Emperor be explained by any kind of existing knowledge?

Moreover, this legend is different from those miracle legends that are gradually being obliterated, the evil emperor is widely recognized by all spiritual cultivators, although their attitudes vary, some covet this power, some are afraid, and some have made it their mission to exorcise demons for generations, but no matter what, it must be real. Ye Shuo, who had personally experienced the power of the evil emperor in the illusion, was even more convinced.

So, could the beings who were called "gods" by the ancient people also represent a very powerful power? And the one who possesses this power, whether he is a spiritual cultivator, a foreign race, or some unknown creature, at least, maybe it is also real.

I just don't know how powerful this power is? How does the power of my own incarnation as an evil emperor in the illusion compare with these real "gods"? I'm afraid it's not too much, right?

"I must be recognized by the gods!" Ye Shuo raised his head suddenly, his eyes were burning to the point of even a little crazy firmness, "If the Heavenly Realm is not good, then the Nirvana Realm, if the Nirvana Realm is not good, then it will surpass the Nirvana Realm! One day, I will definitely stand in front of them, so that those gods can't ignore me!"

When Ye Shuo said these words, he felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling. Maybe it was the extremely powerful power in these heavens and the earth that gave him a kind of goal to pursue, or maybe it was Mo Liangcheng's words that touched his taboo, as if a once the greatest king, even if he was reincarnated for a hundred lifetimes, a thousand lifetimes, in his blood, still flowed with the most noble majesty, so that he could not tolerate any subservience.

Moreover, at this moment, Ye Shuo really has a strong self-confidence that he will never lose to anyone, perhaps, it is the confidence brought to him by the experience in the illusion, maybe, it is the innate self-confidence.

Good God, bad God, whoever you are, wait for me, we will definitely meet in the future. If you were just spiritual cultivators, I would definitely surpass you. Even if you are really God, you are the Creator, and you are the law of this heaven and earth, I will definitely be approved by you!

In the eyes of others, Ye Shuo, who shouted for God's approval at this moment, may seem even more ignorant than those who were secretly despised by him before, "those who still believe in miracles today". Not only that, but this is extreme arrogance and arrogance!

Mo Liangcheng and Luo Dixing listened to Ye Shuo's declaration of "excess ambition", and they were already embarrassed with black lines. In the end, Mo Liangcheng squeezed out a sentence: "Brother benefactor, you are really ambitious...... but it sounds obvious that he is insincere.

However, Ye Shuo didn't care about whether they believed it or not. After the surging emotions gradually calmed down, he immediately noticed a change around him: "Since you've woken up, aren't you going to say something?"

The surging spiritual power slowly subsided, and at this time, on Yan Xueying's body, the sequelae caused by absorbing demonic qi had completely subsided, and her appearance once again regained its beauty like a snow frost flower, and what was also restored was her unchanged coldness.

At this time, he raised his gaze slightly, his gaze swept over the faces of the three of them like cold electricity, and when he froze on Ye Shuo, his eyes were no longer pure indifference, but filled with a deep hatred.

"There's nothing to say. I didn't ask you to save me, and I naturally won't thank you. I have no benefactor, and after today, my enemies will still be enemies!"

"Hey, I said that you really don't know what to do with this woman!" Luo Dixing, who has always been the only one who is used to being the only one, immediately became angry, "You suddenly rushed out to stir up the situation just now, I haven't settled accounts with you, and now we have saved you with virtue, you have this attitude? It's so rare to be saved by others, why don't you die again?"

Yan Xueying did not back down: "Your Excellency just now seems to have done nothing practical except for sneering on the side. Even if you really want to ask me for a favor now, then you don't have anything to do, right?" he said, already trying to stagger to his feet.

But perhaps it was the crazy collision of the demonic qi in her body that still had some impact on her, and she only got up halfway through, her legs suddenly weakened, and the whole person fell to the outside again.

Mo Liangcheng quickly grabbed one of her arms, Yan Xueying pushed him away with a flick of his hand after his center of gravity stabilized a little, and the eyes staring at him also contained unspeakable resentment, not relieved at all because he was his savior.

Mo Liangcheng flicked his sleeves casually, and then looked sideways, and greeted Yan Xueying's hatred calmly.

Looking at each other like this, in the eyes of the two of them, countless small sparks can often collide, like a rushing current, it is simply a mental contest, even the onlookers can feel the continuous heating of the battle spirit, but here at this moment, what is shown is a completely different scene.

If Yan Xueying's eyes radiated rows of ice blades, then Mo Liangcheng's eyes were boundless indifference. With both the breadth and inclusiveness of the ocean and the depth of nothingness like a black hole, no matter how much anger and hatred you have, he will receive it all, and in an instant he will be assimilated by that nothingness, completely unable to enter the depths of his heart, let alone have any effect on his mind.

And as the feelings you unleash are gradually consumed by him, you suddenly feel stupid, as if you are punching and kicking the air.

How many times has Luo Dixing dealt with Moliang City, and when he was angry again and again, he would still be defeated in such a look in the end. For Yan Xueying, who tried for the first time, the rout was more rapid, and he quickly took the initiative to turn his gaze.

Mo Liangcheng only then spoke: "Why do you look like I have ruined your good deeds? That demon bone is your ancestor?"

When Yan Xueying heard this, she was just suppressed