"The Evil God Martial Dao is the Ancient Martial Dao?! How come?! Isn't the ancient martial arts created by the ancient human ancestors in this world to fight against strange and evil things?! Wang Mang, who was in shock, didn't care about anything else, and asked the monk in a loud voice.

Hear the words.

The monk laughed, and while walking towards Luo Shen, who was nailed by the giant Tang knife, he said mockingly: "Human creation?!" What the human beings of this world have seen is nothing more than a smeared and modified history! You native...... No, even you, a traverser, wouldn't know that the Ancient Martial Arts was actually brought to this world by the people of our Crimson Continent. ”。

"Crimson Continent?! You are not from this world either?! In a short period of time, Wang Mang, who once thought he knew the world very well, suddenly felt as if he didn't know anything.

The monk came to Luo Shen, who was still struggling.

He plunged the iron rod in his hand into the ground and pulled a dagger out of his arms.

It wasn't a dagger forged from steel, but a bone dagger apparently made from some kind of creature rib.

However, it was the rib-made dagger that showed its unusual sharpness.

The monk easily cut open his copper-skinned and iron-skinned palm with this dagger, causing a large amount of golden blood to flow out of the wound and fall on Luo Shen's forehead under the guidance of gravity.

"luolishenmezhendeshitaihaole......" The monk muttered some kind of ancient obscure, but majestic incantation.

As the spell was completed, Luo Shen, who was still struggling, gradually fell asleep.

The monk's body shook.

The wound in his palm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was only now that the white-haired boy standing on the hilt of the knife seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

The shadows in the corner distorted and dispersed, revealing a very bewitching woman.

Wang Mang's pupils contracted rapidly: he didn't notice the existence of this woman at all!

Cha! Boom ——!

The flint's voice sounded, and Wang Mang turned around in shock, only to find that a few meters behind him, there was an extra swordsman dressed sloppily and with unkempt hair!

And what made Wang Mang extremely uncomfortable was that if it weren't for the other party using flint to light the tobacco in the pipe, I'm afraid he wouldn't have found the other party now!

'Master! Top Players! Wang Mang's heart was like a stormy wave, the evil god, the crimson continent, the ancient martial arts...... These sudden people and information made him, who had always thought that he was infinitely close to the "peak" of this world, feel a huge gap!

He clearly realized that these people in front of him were really top masters!

This is far more powerful than the enemies he has faced when he has fought for domination, and even those who hold powerful SCP items!

But if you're nothing in their eyes...... What about their own hegemony? What is your own dynasty?!

A joke?!

A bunch of clowns' burlesque?!

"No, Wang Mang, or Liu Qiang...... We don't think of your actions as jokes or burlesque. A gentle, young man's voice rang out diagonally from above.

Wang Mang, who had been shocked countless times, looked up a little "numbly" and saw the man in Tang clothes standing on the roof, with a thin body and black hair like a waterfall.

The other party jumped lightly to the ground.

Similar to the kimono that Wang Mang saw on earth in his previous life, it is actually more similar to a certain kind of outer robe in the Tang Dynasty, because of the loose belt, the open placket exposes the man's sculptural chest and abdominal muscles.

I don't know why.

Wang Mang realized at this moment that the power contained in the well-defined and stacked muscles under the other party's thin body was definitely above his own huge and vigorous muscles.

At this time, Wang Mang was already numb and no longer spoke.

But the thin man seemed to care about his thoughts, and opened his mouth to say in that gentle tone: "For the people of our Crimson Continent, we respect the life of any world. Whether they are strong or weak, we treat them equally and do not take you as a joke. ”。

Wang Mang's eyes moved slightly, and he seemed to have recovered a little: "...... You always talk about the Crimson Continent, where is that? In the depths of the sea or another world? And also...... Under the shield of vital energy, even that evil god cannot read my thoughts, and how do you, how do you do it, can you say that this evil god is not your opponent? ”。

The attitude is extremely low.

If Luo Shen hadn't fallen asleep at this time, he would definitely give Wang Mang a slap - it is worthy of being a scheming person who can establish the existence of a dynasty step by step in a strange world after crossing over, and this posture should not be too neat.

The man smiled.

He watched the monk wrap Luo Shen layer by layer with some kind of cloth and something written with ciphertext, and when he saw that the overall situation had been decided, he seemed to relax a little, and explained to Wang Mang: "We are from the Crimson Continent, although it is called 'Continent', but in fact it is not a land in the ordinary sense. ”

"As for where the Crimson Continent is, no one can say it, even this universe, no, it should be all the civilizations in the universe that can't really depict the location of the Crimson Continent."

"For crimson is crimson, and it exists here, there, and in all directions, and it does not exist here, there, and in all directions."

"If I had to explain...... Ever since this 'primordial' sealed by us separated its own stomach pouch and lost control, the Crimson Continent was born, right? ”

"We can only know today that after the evil god's stomach was freed, an unknown being swept it into a universe hundreds of billions of years ago, and then in that ancient universe where even planets were not born, the evil god's stomach began to expand and evolve infinitely."

"Eventually, it absorbed all the matter and energy in that universe, and finally even space and time itself were digested by it."

"The crimson stomach of the evil god digested that universe backwards, and then began to expand and grow without limit."

"What we can know is that the crimson of its final form has transcended the time and barriers of all universes, and has become an existence that exists in all times, all dimensions, and all universes."

"It's immense, it's everywhere...... That's where we came from. The young man smiled.

"As for the reason why I can read your mind, it's not because I'm strong, it's not because the evil god is weak—it's because the evil god martial arts I have mastered are the result of the improvement of a certain evil god who is friendly with humans according to his ability."

'Affinity for humans?' Is that still an evil god? Wang Mang thought with suspicion.

His mind was once again read by youth.

The other party still smiled gently: "Yes, although that god is close to humans, after all, it is also an existence split from this monster, and it is still an evil god in essence." ”。

"And he?"

"I'm sorry, I can't say anything about the fate of the true gods, because 'they' aren't the evil gods in their juvenile state. As soon as mortals mention it, they will notice ......"

Before the young man could finish his words, the figure of the swordsman stood in front of him.

Then he said in a hoarse voice: "Something is coming!" ”。