Another heavy punch fell.

The cracked ground is full of net-like cracks, stretching for tens of meters, and the dust is flying.

Pei Chu slowly withdrew his fist, looking at the burly Negro Beast Soul Warrior whose entire body had fallen into the deep pit, intellectually he felt the strength of this transcendent existence.

The strength and muscle resistance ability are almost not inferior to the great eunuch Yu Liangfu who met in Jinshan Port that day, and in terms of vitality, it is still surpassed.

It was only a little worse than the demon from hell he encountered that day, and the extraordinary strength of a human being could reach this point, and there was no doubt that he was already standing at the high-end combat power level of this world.

"For ...... Why don't you kill me......"

In the deep pit on the ground, blood spurted out of Musa's mouth and nose, and there was also a little blood on his dark skin, and the powerful impact force made him a little breathless at the moment.

It's just that looking at Pei Chu, who slowly withdrew his hand, he was still a little inexplicable for a while, and he didn't know why the other party suddenly stopped.

"Take those filthy monsters back, and I'll spare your life."

Pei Chu looked at Musa's blank eyes and slowly replied.

There was no direct conflict between him and the Negro Beast Soul Warrior in front of him, it was purely the powerful divine thoughts in his body that made him want to fight with the strong, and now that the victory and defeat were divided, his sanity returned, and he was able to see the current situation clearly.

It was supposed to be a revenge, or an uprising of the Negros at the bottom against oppression, and if it was a struggle between ordinary people, he would not intervene.

It's just the intervention of the transcendental, and he doesn't allow it.

"Good!" Musa glanced at the silent black witch Medea who had become a puddle of rotten meat not far from him, and looked at Pei Chu and nodded seriously.

"We just want these high-flying Ricksons to know that we are not born slaves, and that we can also have the power to kill them."

"You don't say these words to me, I don't interfere in the struggles and contradictions between ordinary people, but I can't allow the intervention of extraordinary strength." Pei Chu waved his hand.

Needless to say, the living conditions of the Negro people in the New World are known to many people, and it is ruled by the white-skinned Angxun people, although only on the surface, but the racial superiority is everywhere, and there are not too many things that oppress and discriminate against other races.

It is only natural that a Negro warrior awakens and leads them in rebellion. But if it's just a confrontation with extraordinary strength, then this situation will eventually evolve into a battle of the transcendental.

Ordinary people will only be numbers, wealth, and resources in their eyes, not living people.

From this point of view, the entire federal world is even darker than Pei Chu thought, and the classes layer by layer are almost seamless, completely separated from the people below.

No matter what race it is, as long as it does not have the power to transcend the mundane, what it can do is only the ruled, the lowest part of the people.

And among these people, there are contradictions such as discrimination against each other and even wars.

Pei Chu didn't think about eliminating the contradictions between ordinary people at once, this was something he couldn't do, and it was also impossible to achieve it in another world.

But there is a huge race of Negros in the New World, and without transcendent interference, they will eventually awaken and fight for their rights, both openly and privately.

This is a struggle that falls into the category of ordinary people.

All he wanted to do was draw a line.

Transcendent intervention will only deform everything.

Maybe one day the people at the present level will have the power to resist the extraordinary, and then these will not be a problem, but this time will have to be very long-term.

……

Musa couldn't see through what Pei Chu was thinking when he was standing in front of him, but he knew that he needed to bow his head at this time.

Negros are not incapable of bowing their heads, even warriors, as long as they are stronger, they can prostrate themselves on the ground.

After the loss of the black witch Medea, the remaining Negros who had taken medicine to gain power were the only ones he could restrain him, and he knew that if he did not obey the orders of the powerful Madi in front of him now, I am afraid that this Springfield Town would be destroyed by his beastly people, but in the same way, none of his people would be able to survive.

Slowly standing up from the pit, the appearance of the burly body was already bloody, there were no clear wounds, purely the color of the capillaries formed on the skin after the capillaries were violent.

He suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice was like an elephant mooing and a lion's roar, and with his roar, many beast soul warriors who were hiding in the shadows and were wreaking havoc or killing gathered towards him one after another.

Pei Chu didn't pay any more attention to Musa, this powerful beast soul warrior was in some way different from the transcendents he had seen before, this one was to fight.

At this moment, suddenly, Pei Chu suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance.

In the air outside Springfield, thick lightning bolts seemed to be clustering a powerful being approaching.

The miracle that Pei Chu had just reined in instantly skyrocketed again.

"There really are all kinds of powerful beings in this world."

A conversation between Henry Stuttgart and Abraham, although he was far away, in his state at the moment, that kind of voice was enough for him to hear the content completely.

Henry Stuttgart's strength would not be much weaker than that of Mousa in front of him, but the other party's cautious attitude and shouting the word "evil god" still made Pei Chu feel extremely surprised.

"Is there really a god in this world?"

Asking God Dafa can invite God in this world, but he had carefully read the "Divine Secret Draft" before, and knew that what God finally invited was just an aggregate of the convergence of the power of folk beliefs.

It's not the same thing as him now using Li Xuanxiao's divine mind into his body, but if there really is a true god, then it's not the same thing at all.

Even, in the memory of Li Xuanxiao's divine thoughts that he reads, in the high-martial world where Li Xuanxiao lives, gods and Buddhas do not exist.

There are only some monks who have mastered abilities that mortals do not have, but under Li Xuanxiao's double hammer, no matter how powerful an existence is, they will be smashed into powder by him.

……

Davisbaton floated in the air with his eyes closed and his hands outstretched, and there seemed to be a gray cloud around him, and the electric light flashed in the cloud from time to time, and the white electricity disappeared, shining the gray cloud as if it were a rainbow.

He slowly rose from the slaughterhouse in this way, and drifted to Springfield Town step by step, the original self-consciousness of his body had long been consumed, and at this moment it was completely controlled by a powerful consciousness, and everywhere he went, the electric current flashed, crushing everything on the ground into fragments and powder.

Huhuhuhu-

A violent sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded.

A huge battle axe flew out of the ground, sending out a cold light and slashing towards Davis Barton's body.

Squeak –

The huge battle axe swirled in the air, and was about to slash Davisbaton, when suddenly, coldly, stopped there.

There was a huge resistance in the air that prevented it from moving forward again.

Davis Baton suddenly opened his eyes at this time, and his eyes were still the same as Davis Baton's, but there were many more golden and indescribable things in these eyes.

High up, looking down on all beings.