Soon everything will have a result, the plan has come to this point, and the final hole cards have come to the point where they have to turn over the cards, which Hua Feng and several people know, this point is here, and it is known by all the cultivators who stepped into the mud from the clouds, and at the same time, the black hand who did all this also knows.

Now everyone is waiting for a result, a clear result, what exactly the other side is going to do.

Although the appearance of the result is inevitable, the result appears very, very late. It took a full week after the red mist had engulfed the entire galaxy for the Black Hand to make his declaration, which was enough time for cultivators (as long as their IQ was above the passing mark) to figure out what was going on here.

"Mortals, I am a god, a god from the divine realm."

appeared on all the battleships, and in front of everyone was a guy who couldn't see clearly in a black robe, which was very expected, in fact, it was just the music that set off the atmosphere before the other party appeared At the beginning, Hua Feng and the others guessed what the other party would do afterwards, because it was too middle two, no matter from that point of view, it was the middle two leaks.

Of course, the so-called power of the second in the second place, under the backdrop of strength, can also be said to be the spirit of the king. At least one person who has laid out the City of Sages, nay, all the ambitious and powerful sect families in the entire galaxy, is qualified to do so, and can intimidate everyone.

"Why did the gods come to our world, shouldn't you be immortal in the god realm?"

"Naturally, because I failed, because I was defeated in the struggle, my own power was swept away by the other party, and I was also hit hard, and I had to flee to your world."

For a very valid reason, no one believes that a god-man is here to save them, but if a god-man is here to use them as an experiment, they can accept it, after all, they also have such an attitude towards beings lower than themselves, and they can empathize.

It's not the most plausible situation, but it's not impossible.

"Then why should we listen to you?"

"It's been a week."

The black-robed man who claimed to be a god didn't say anything, but his words were already clear. This week has been an ordeal for the vast majority of cultivators.

At first, they were terrified of a world full of red mist, where everything was not in line with their knowledge, everything was reduced to flesh and blood, and they were attacking them, and from that point of view, it was a nightmare sight.

But in fact, those flesh and blood monsters are not hostile to them, at first those flesh and blood creatures did attack the cultivators, but that was only done by the creatures in the consciousness of protecting their territory, and when the cultivators gradually became familiar with this place, they shrank their defense lines, and the frequency of attacks was reduced, and the losses suffered were reduced.

At this stage, basically all cultivators had the spare energy to devote their attention to the study of the red mist, and through the study of the red mist, they realized that the long biomass really existed, and it was right in front of their eyes.

And in the end, close to the time when this guy came out, the morale of the cultivators dropped significantly, because they didn't find any way to use this immortal substance without changing their own spiritual intelligence, and after immortality, they lost their sense of self, which was unacceptable to them.

A little earlier, the cultivator was very confident in his own strength, and felt that he would definitely be able to gain enough benefits from this desperate situation to rule the world, and later, then the cultivator would struggle out of the initial frustration and devote himself to endless research again.

It can be said that the timing of his appearance was just right.

What's more, before this, the mastermind behind the scenes was not without action, which involved a more terrifying story.

Buckle, buckle.

There was a regular knock on the door, unhurried, again and again, although the door was not opened, but the person who knocked on the door did not have a trace of impatience or discouragement, he was like a robot knocking on the entrance hatch of the third type of Flying Eagle battleship.

This is really a terrifying scene, obviously the defensive shield of the battleship is still open, and it has a strong defense effect on matter and energy, and it is clear that the place where they are now is in the universe, but it seems that when they were in their hometown, they met friends to visit the door.

The battleship has turned on all the automatic fire systems, as well as various scanning machines, but the fire system has not moved in the slightest, and the display screen is empty, is this, this is ......

This is a special phenomenon, or creature, that has yet to be identified.

At this time, the display screen suddenly became smudged, and the images flashed quickly across the screen, but the images were not coherent, and it looked as if they were put together at random, and these images flashed faster and faster, and the more they flashed, the more chaotic they became, even if they were cultivators, no, it was precisely because they were cultivators, and the brain had a nausea feeling of wanting to vomit after receiving these images at high speed.

Eventually, when the captain tried to destroy the display, a stable image appeared, presumably of the undead.

I still remember that the place where the red mist first appeared was the border of the galaxy, and the time of its appearance was after a massacre, and it was this sect that caused this massacre. The core of this sect's exercises is to use the soul as the energy and the body as the carrier, exerting extraordinary abilities, and for them, the soul and body of others are also ammunition.

The slaughtered people appeared, and these guys didn't have the horror effects of being transparent and bleeding all over their bodies. It looks similar to when they were alive, but the presence of dead people is terrifying enough in itself.

A strange whistling sounded, it was a strange howl that could penetrate the human body and freeze everything in the soul, when the whistling dissipated, when the red mist weakened a little, there was only a vibrant area, all the broken steel plates, and a few bones, which had turned into flesh and blood, were fighting happily there.

This story was passed on to every cultivator, and there was another sentence attached to it.

"I can give you a chance to move on, a chance to reckoning."

Either follow me, I will leave the correct use of the long biomass to you, you should have seen that before it was just a trash fish that was slaughtered, but now it has easily completed its revenge; Either you don't come with me, and when your enemies are gone, what will happen to you......

"What about your decision? Do you want to help me? ”

"Nature is to help you, only you will treat us equally, only you will help us fight against those big sects, only you will not despise us, no matter what your enemy is, we will fight with you."

Just after the black-robed man asked, someone immediately responded, and more than three-quarters of the cultivators present decided to take refuge in him and become his pawns.

Whether these people are bewitched, sincere, or threatened, with their appearance, the old pattern of the sage city once ruling the world and the top sects in the core region controlling everything has collapsed.