Now in front of Zhao Baliang's eyes, although it seems to be fierce and vicious, it is just a real idea clone of the extremely micro zun, to put it bluntly, it is just a thought of the extremely micro zun!

Even if the strength of the Extremely Micro Venerable may have even reached the level of a saint, but this mere thought, in front of Zhao Baliang's powerful soul at this moment, is not worth mentioning at all!

Destroying him will have no effect on the real, sealed essence of the Extremely Micro Venerable.

However, keeping this guy is also a hidden danger, if he sees the real Extremely Micro Venerable in the future, maybe that guy will have some weird means, and he can use this idea clone that exists in Zhao Baliang's sea of consciousness to make some kind of moth.

After thinking about it, Zhao Baliang's eyes also showed a faint killing intent.

As if seeing Zhao Baliang's killing intent, Ji Weizun's body trembled suddenly, and he hurriedly screamed: "I told you everything you want to know! What else do you want to know, as long as I know, I will definitely not hide it! As long as you let me go once!"

The corners of Zhao Baliang's mouth slightly hooked up a cold smile, and his eyes were full of bone-chilling coldness.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, in the era of the Ancient Cultivation Realm, those thousands of cultivator seniors, did you ever think of letting them go?"

Hearing Zhao Baliang's words, the pupils of the Extremely Weizun shrank suddenly, and before the fear in his eyes could emerge, a golden thunderbolt had already fallen from the clouds above the sea of knowledge, and it happened to slash on the top of the Extremely Microzun's head, turning him into ashes in an instant!

Xuanyuan Jian's gaze on the side was also condensed, and he glanced at Zhao Baliang deeply, and he was worried: "If you are afraid of what Jiwei Zun will do to you in the future, it means that you have already been cowardly before you fight! On the road of cultivation, it is not a good thing to have such a cowardly thought!"

Zhao Baliang glanced at Xuanyuan Sword strangely, but smiled casually: "Who told you that I was afraid of the body of the Extremely Micro Venerable?"

Xuanyuan Jian raised his eyebrows: "It's not that you're afraid of Jiwei Zun, why did you destroy this idea clone?"

Zhao Baliang shrugged his shoulders: "He's useless anymore, if you don't destroy him, what else will you leave him for?"

Xuanyuan Jian shook his head: "At least, you can get something about the demon race from his mouth, right?"

Zhao Baliang smiled, but in his eyes, a touch of pride suddenly rose!

"These things, in the future, I will slowly understand, one day, when I really want to know what I don't know, I will stand in front of the Extremely Micro Venerable! At that time, even if it is the essence of the Extremely Micro Venerable, I will make him as afraid as I am today!"

Hearing Zhao Baliang's words, Xuanyuan Jian was stunned for a moment.

He had lived through antiquity.

When the war between the Xuanyuan clan and Chi You ended, when that spatial crack appeared, an endless army of demons emerged, and many ancient gods faced a demon level powerhouse who was several times their own, and a demon emperor equivalent to a half-step holy emperor, even those ancient gods couldn't help but tremble in their hearts!

That's the fear of an unrivaled force!

Although this fear was finally overcome by those ancient gods, and then sacrificed life and death to fight, that kind of fear still appeared after all!

And Zhao Baliang is now just a half-building foundation, and he hasn't even reached the real foundation building period, an ant-like cultivator!

In the memory of Shennong and Xuanyuan, Zhao Baliang must have seen the scene of the war at the end of antiquity, for Zhao Baliang, it is equivalent to him experiencing an ancient battlefield with the help of the sight of Shennong and Xuanyuan!

However, even Zhao Baliang, who was so weak, did not show any fear of the demon clan!

On the contrary, Zhao Baliang has endless self-confidence!

That is, beyond the self-confidence of those ancient gods!

He firmly believed that he would climb to the top step by step, and one day, even if it was the Demon Emperor of the half-step Saint Emperor, he would not be Zhao Baliang's opponent!

Even if he was alone, he would be able to destroy the entire demon race!

What a powerful self-confidence!

If Xuanyuan Jian didn't know Zhao Baliang's potential, I'm afraid he would have thought that it was not self-confidence, but conceit!

Xuanyuan Jian sighed softly in his heart and didn't say anything.

Perhaps, if Zhao Baliang was born in ancient times and obtained the inheritance of the Shennong clan and the Xuanyuan clan early, then the ancient war of tens of thousands of years of money may not end with such a miserable scene!

Countless small world spaces collapsed, the real world was shattered, and the lack of spiritual energy was beyond measure, and the entire valley cultivation world, cultivators above the foundation building period, ninety out of nine, fell, and only a very small part remained, less than one percent of the survivors, all of them were seriously injured, and in a short period of time, even many of them had no time to leave their inheritance, so they died!

Such a tragic consequence is only to keep the demon clan out, except for sealing the extremely micro zun and killing a small part of the demon army, there is no other achievement!

The Terrans are still too weak!

Xuanyuan Jian sighed bitterly in his heart.

As one of the top ten artifacts in this world, he has the responsibility to maintain the existence of this world, it can be said that the ten great artifacts of the ancients, if they are all spiritual, they will definitely be higher than the consciousness of those ancient gods!

It can even be said that the ten ancient artifacts are the real guardians of this world!

It's a pity that the top ten artifacts are only artifacts after all, not gods, and they need to rely on cultivators in order to exert their due strength.

Among the top ten artifacts, one Fuxi Qin has been damaged, as well as Haotian Tower, Kunlun Mirror, and Kongtong Seal, three artifacts are missing, and only six artifacts are still in the world!

And the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit, who is the guardian of this world, knows better than anyone how bad the current situation is!

The aura of this world has been scarce to the extreme, even the hunting ground space is hundreds of times weaker than the aura of the ancient era!

As for the outside world, that's already a tens of thousands of times the difference!

In such an environment, in the entire world, there was not a single cultivator who had surpassed the foundation building period!

At least, what Zhao Baliang has learned now, no!

Even Zhao Baliang only has the possibility of reaching the foundation building period!

However, the current situation has been grim to the extreme!

The Xuanyuan clan tore apart the space of Aita, but it was not able to block the eternal life of the demon race, but it was only able to block the demon race for a period of time.

Although this period of time is already a long time for human cultivators, tens of thousands of years have passed, and this time is almost there!

Three hundred years!

Since the awakening of Xuanyuan Sword's sword spirit, he has been desperately calculating the time for the reappearance of the demon race, and finally came to the conclusion that there are still three hundred years!

As long as the time of three hundred years is up, the demons will be able to connect the torn Eta space, connect the two spaces, and rush into this world from the Eta space again!

And at that time, what will be the end of this world?

Xuanyuan Jian didn't know either.

He didn't tell Zhao Baliang about this matter, but it was a fact that Zhao Baliang would definitely face in the future!

He only has three hundred years left!

Zhao Baliang must do everything in the past three hundred years, at least to reach the level of a saint or above, in order to be able to save this world that is already on the verge of despair!

Can he?

Xuanyuan Jian looked at Zhao Baliang with complicated eyes, carefully recalling every move of Zhao Baliang he knew, and finally, a thought flashed in his heart that was not very certain.

Perhaps, yes!

Zhao Baliang didn't know what Xuanyuan Jian was thinking, he just waved his hand, and then the soul body turned into soul power, dissipating in this sea of knowledge space, turning into a silver wind that seemed to carry gold dust, whistling and sweeping across this empty land.

When Zhao Baliang opened his eyes, everyone on the side was looking at him nervously.

In the conference room, there were not only Zhao Baliang and the other women, but also Song Ting, Lu Longyuan and others, all of whom were full of worry.

Although they didn't know the identity of Jiwei Zun very well, they could vaguely know a thing or two from Zhao Baliang's previous words and Miao Feng'er's later explanations.

It should be an extremely terrifying and even powerful existence that the ancient gods do not distinguish between them!

Such a powerful existence rushed into Zhao Baliang's body, although Zhao Baliang was very calm, but it still made them feel a little frightened!

After opening his eyes, there was a hint of urgency in the depths of Zhao Baliang's eyes, and he disappeared in a flash, glanced at the people around him, and then laughed softly: "Okay, don't worry, that guy has been destroyed by me!"

Xiao Bai on the side hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Baliang's arm, and asked eagerly, "What the hell is going on? Who is Ji Weizun? What happened before?"

After a series of questions, Zhao Baliang smiled bitterly and hurriedly said: "Now is not the time to explain these things in detail! I can only tell you that we are about to face a powerful opponent, and this opponent is countless times stronger than the opponents we have faced in the past! That is ...... Beyond the existence of the ancient gods!"

"In order to fight against that opponent, we need to improve our respective strength as soon as possible, perhaps, when a few of us reach the realm of the ancient gods, we will be able to fight each other!"

Zhao Baliang's words made everyone around look at each other.

In the end, Xiao Bai smiled helplessly: "Brother Baliang, you can't be joking, right? Surpassing the enemies of the Ancient Gods? Do you want us to cultivate to the realm of the Ancient Gods? How is this possible?"

Zhao Baliang shook his head and glanced at Xiaobai deeply, but there was a bit of indescribable meaning in his eyes.

"Xiaobai, if you have a demon refining pot, it is equivalent to obtaining the inheritance of the ancient demon god Chiyou, can it be that having such an inheritance still makes you have no confidence at all?"