In a small town in India, a young man wearing a white turban and a white robe walked into the town from the setting sun. The Medicine Buddha of Elysium? He became a very handsome young man, with a mustache flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Specializing in bruises, the ancestral famous doctor ......" reads a signboard in his hand.

He also thought that this was the time in ancient times, and with the identity of a pharmacist as a cover, he could better communicate with modern people.

"Huh"

Why are there so few people here? It's not normal for a town to be empty all the time. At the same time, he also faintly smelled a smell of blood, a strong smell of death. This is the death qi that only appears after tens of millions of deaths, and this kind of death qi is extremely abnormal in the leisure plane.

"Uncle, what's going on?" In the devastated streets, Medicine Buddha found an old man picking up garbage and asked.

"Don't mention, in the past two years, woo, we have had several natural disasters here, earthquakes, fires, tsunamis...... The population of our country is almost dead. The old man said.

Earthquake? Can a tsunami cause such a large number of casualties?

This is the immortal cultivation plane, and if a strong person comes forward, the danger of natural disasters can be minimized, or even eliminated. But it is extremely abnormal that so many people have died in their own country because of natural disasters!

Medicine Buddha pinched his fingers and nodded slightly.

With his Buddha power, he has already calculated the cause of these calamities. Knowing this, Medicine Buddha left the earth and returned to his own paradise.

"Worship the Buddha!"

In the Great Lei Yin Temple, the Medicine Buddha solemnly paid homage to Shakyamuni Buddha. Surrounded by other Buddha masters who have cultivated into the Great Dao, as well as bodhisattvas and golden-bodied arhats.

"How's it going in the Nether?"

"Lord Buddha!" Medicine Buddha said: "I have already found out that it was a Chinese monk who made his hometown an immortal cultivator, but no one knows how he did it. ”

Chinese people?

Shakyamuni Buddha and the rest of the Buddha Lord Bodhisattva frowned, they were very familiar with the Chinese people, in the era of the gods. Buddhism, as one of the three major religions, is active on the stage of China. At the beginning, the Tongtian Sect Master set up the 'Zhuxian Array', and they also broke the formation with Yuan Shi Tianzun, Daode Zhenjun and others.

"Now he is the strongest man on earth, and his strength has just become a god!" Medicine Buddha continued.

The strongest? Become a god?

In the Buddhist monk rank, the strength of a person who has just become a god is equal to that of a golden-bodied arhat. And in this Elysium, there are Bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and Ancient Buddhas above the golden Arhats...... Therefore, a god is not a strong person for them at all.

"I don't think it's his credit to make our hometown back into a plane capable of cultivating immortals." Shakyamuni said indifferently. His tone was full of solemnity, like Huang Zhong Dalu, "Changing a plane, even the ancient Buddha Lord can't do it, not to mention that he is just a lower god?" ”

The reason why Wang Tian was able to make the earth become an immortal cultivation plane was mostly because of the rules, because of the game system, otherwise, it would be difficult for a powerful monk to change a plane. A plane of existence zài reason. It's all the rules in it. Without another rule, an individual cannot break another rule.

"I also noticed a strong smell of blood in our hometown, which has a very small population. In other words, this god is killing our people with his divine power! Medicine Buddha said.

Is he using his divine power to maim the people of his own country? Listened to the words of Medicine Buddha. The Buddha Lord Bodhisattva was moved.

"In this way, he is not a god, he should be regarded as falling into the devil's way." Shakyamuni said.

They now gave the king the definition of the devil in the world, and there was a faint hint of joy in the hearts of the others. In the past, Buddhism preached compassion in the world, without desires and desires. Now that he is a demon, then we will go back and justifiably subdue the demon?

In the past, the Buddha set the principle of 'killing insects' when he was practicing, and now Wang Tian acts according to this principle. It's a demon.

Suddenly, a voice sounded from outside the door, "What's the matter?" Liwang asked categorically.

With a gentle push of the door with his left hand, the stone door weighing more than 1,000 catties was opened, and outside the door was a burly black-armored guard wearing iron armor, kneeling on one knee outside the door and saying.

"There were dozens of people who came to visit."

"Got it, you go down."

"Yes." The black-armored guard agreed, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness. There are two hundred black-armored guards in Dongsheng Mansion, all of whom are masters of cultivating immortals, and they are all hidden and secret, and it is difficult to see them in ordinary times. But once there is a need, they can appear in time, and they are the elite troops of the Dongsheng Mansion of the Jimo Clan.

"Count the hours, and they're supposed to arrive." Liwang said coldly.

I saw dozens of people walking in through the stone road, all of them with extraordinary bearing. The leader is a red-haired man, rooted like iron, about two meters four tall, dressed in a light yellow animal skin, wearing a large black earring in his left ear, faintly emitting a black light, and behind him is a giant war knife. Behind him were a dozen guards, all expressionless in heavy iron armor.

It seems that not all the people in this world wear animal skins, those who cultivate to the advanced level wear animal skins, and those who cultivate to a relatively low level wear iron armor, probably because these people with advanced cultivation are already so strong that they don't need the protection of iron armor. Wang Tian thought to himself.

"Big brother."

"Hmm......" Liwang replied lightly.

"Congratulations to the eldest brother! In the future, my Jimo clan will be more prosperous...... After all, he's my nephew, haha! The red-haired man snorted, but there was not the slightest smile on his face.

"If you have anything to do, you can say it directly, you don't have to beat around the bush!" Li Wang already knew the intention of his eldest brother, and he didn't want to be more polite with them, so he asked straight to the point.

"In that case, I'll be blunt. Excuse me, brother, what are the qualifications of this nephew of mine? ”

"What if his qualifications are good and what if they are not?" Liwang said lightly.

"According to the rules of my Jimo Clan, the time limit for you to serve as the master of Dongsheng Mansion must not exceed one hundred years, and now that you have served for ninety years, it is time to decide on the next master. If this nephew of mine is extremely talented, then it is natural that he will be the next master of Dongsheng Mansion, but if his talent is average...... Then you have to choose someone else! ”

In the Aurora period, the birth rate of babies is very low, and many couples cannot have offspring for hundreds of years or even a lifetime, so the status of the blood is very important, and they are generally the first choice to serve as heirs. But in this world that pays great attention to strength, if the strength of the bloodline is not good, it is another matter, and the bloodline is far less important than the strength.

"You mean you want to be the next master of Dongsheng Mansion?"

"It's not me, it's my righteous son, the vulture!"

The chance of a baby being born in the Aurora is very small, so many people adopt adopted adopted sons, similar to their own sons. Three years ago, when Li Yan was on a trip, he adopted a gifted baby in the Chihe tribe, named him - Wu, and raised him as his own son, as we all know, Wu's talent is rare in the entire Jimo clan.

"You want me to pass on the throne to your son? No way! Ten years later, my son Wang Tian is the new owner of the Jimo Clan's Dongsheng Mansion! ”

Liwang said lightly.

"Liwang, as far as I know, your son's qualifications are only average, and the future cultivation of immortals can be imagined. Let such a person serve as the lord of Dongsheng Mansion, how can the one hundred and twenty tribes led by the Jimo clan be convinced, and how can they deter the strong people in these tribes? Besides, there are other major forces around us, how can a person with low cultivation lead his clan to contend with them? I can't watch our Jimo clan ruin in the hands of a waste! ”

Rubbish!? Ordinary qualifications are waste!?

Wang Tian didn't expect that he had just been born, and he would be called a waste when he first came to this world, and his little hands were clenched into fists.

"Smack".

Wang Tian didn't see what was going on, but he faintly saw that Liwang's body moved, and Liyan took two steps back one after another, his right hand caressed his cheek, and a wisp of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Waste? Who do you say is waste? Are you humiliating me? When the king saw him humiliating his son in front of him, he was really angry and did not hesitate to act.

"Leave the king! How dare you ......"

Li Yan stretched out his hand and pulled out the giant war knife behind his back.

"What, you want to challenge the majesty of the Mansion Master?" Liwang said lightly.

The hierarchy within the clan is very strict, and the punishment for those who dare to commit crimes is very severe. After King Liwang said this, Liyan didn't dare to make a mistake again.

"Humph! Where can the cultivation of ordinary qualifications be high in the future? Liwang, that is, the affairs of the Mo clan are not up to you alone," Liyan knew that he was not the opponent of the eldest brother, and he didn't dare to make a move, "I will meet the 'giant' in this matter and ask him to administer justice." ”

"'Giant' is the power of our Jimo clan, the divine dragon sees the head but not the end, do you think he will meet you?" Liwang said coldly.

"This matter is related to the rise and fall of Dongsheng Mansion, and I believe that the giant will not sit idly by."

Liyan said. In fact, he was also worried in his heart, after all, the giant of the Jimo clan had not heard from him for hundreds of years, and there was a legend that he had soared into an immortal and gone to a higher world.

The situation was at an impasse.

"Well, since you are not convinced that Wang Tian will be the next master of Dongsheng Mansion. Then we will make an agreement: in ten years, there will be a 'martial arts conference' within the clan. At the assembly, my son Wang Tian will have a fair battle with your righteous son, Wu. Whoever wins will be the next master of Dongsheng Mansion! ”

After a while, King Liwang suddenly said indifferently.

'Martial arts tournaments' are basically held in every clan and are held once every ten years. The participants are all the descendants of the clan, and the competition in the martial arts conference can select outstanding talents within the clan. (To be continued......)