Wang Yan was hacked without the slightest temper, which made him very depressed, when had he suffered such a big loss, and he didn't even know who the other party was.

"Zi Yuan, what has the Qingxuan Saint been doing lately?" Wang Yan contacted the quasi-saint Zi Yuan, and he wanted to find out the identity of the saint just now.

"Master Qingxuan has been in retreat in Guangyuntian recently, and he hasn't come out no matter what happened, why would you ask him?" Ziyuan replied honestly, she was also very afraid of Wang Yan from the bottom of her heart.

"I was just hacked by a saint, I'm really depressed, who do you think is the most suspicious besides Qing Xuan?" asked Wang Yan angrily.

"You actually provoked the saints again just now?" Ziyuan said in surprise, it seems that Wang Yan has provoked many saints by now, and it is a miracle that he can live until now.

She thought for a while and replied, "I guess it's the Wurong Sage, so Qing Xuan can invite him, and there is no other Sage besides him who will be interested in the flames!"

"Oh, Wu Rong, what is the origin of this saint!" Wang Yan didn't pay much attention to the saints of this world, otherwise he wouldn't dare to talk about the saints so blatantly.

The saints in the desolation can be sensed by mentioning their names.

"Wu Rong Saint's defense is the first among the saints, and the power of the earth is the source of his strength, if it weren't for his lack of attack, he wouldn't be so low in the ranking! Because his attack methods are weak, he has recently been refining a very powerful holy weapon, which requires a lot of flames!" Zi Yuan explained.

Wang Yan nodded, smacked his mouth, and asked, "What do you think my chances will be if I calculate the victory of the Wurong Sage?"

Ziyuan almost lost her breath and said, "You're crazy, I won't be involved in this!"

Calculating the saint, Wang Yan dared to say it, I really don't know if I was too bold, or I didn't know what it was to be afraid!

"Hey, hey, hey!" Wang Yan sent a few more messages, but Ziyuan ignored him.

In Ziyuan's opinion, the matter of calculating the saint is not a very risky thing at all, because it is completely a matter of death.

"Hey, Ziyuan, I'm just talking, you have to have a dream to be a man, otherwise what's the difference between it and a salted fish?" Wang Yan sent another message.

However, Ziyuan still ignored him.

"Hey~ Qingxuan Sage, Emperor Sage, Wurong Sage, these people all have something to do with me, I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of!" Wang Yan said helplessly.

Call~

He rubbed his palms, and a bright yellow flame appeared, which was his true fire.

The embodiment of the superbrain system is very rebellious, as long as the energy points are enough, everything is not a problem, so the true fire of the two states recorded in the database can be exchanged completely.

"In the future, when the energy points are abundant, I want more people to have the true fire of dumadhi, and then show off in front of Wu Rong and be angry with him!" Wang Yan said angrily, he exchanged the true fire of dumadhi, which was very painful, because the power of faith was consumed by him.

"Qinglong, let's go to the Phantom Dust Star, it's time to improve everyone's cultivation, I want to create gods in batches!" Wang Yan's eyes flashed with a fine light.

The stars in his heavens and ten thousand realms are increasing every day, and the 300 billion creatures of the Phantom Dust Star are all helping him expand his territory, once the people of the Phantom Dust Star enter a world and have an impact on this world, the power of natural rules begins to merge with each other, and Wang Yan has used means behind his back, it is easy to "swallow" this world.

By the time Wang Yan comprehended the inheritance of the saints, his heavens and worlds had gradually become complete.

Now that his faith power has been exhausted, as long as he elevates the 300 billion creatures on the Illusory Dust Star to the cultivation of immortals, it can provide him with more refined faith power.

"Roar~" Qinglong nodded, carried Wang Yan, and entered his heavens and ten thousand realms.

At this time, there were already a large number of planets in Wang Yan's heavens and ten thousand worlds, and there were living beings living on each planet, and they had different systems of abilities and civilizations, but they were all consciously guided to believe in Wang Yan, in Wang Yan's words, this is to cultivate believers from the baby.

At this time, the situation of the immortal realm is pitiful, and almost all of the lower realm has been included in his heavens and ten thousand realms by Wang Yan, which means that the location for the ascension is useless, and it is estimated that it is impossible for anyone to ascend to the immortal realm in the future, unless it is agreed by Wang Yan.

"Lingxiao Treasure Palace, show me!" Wang Yan pointed to the void of the universe.

His ambition is very big, it is not enough to incorporate so many stars into his heavens and ten thousand worlds, he also wants to create a fairy world of his own, completely breaking the root of the current fairy world outside.

Rumble~

A mysterious aura appeared at the highest point in his heavens and ten thousand worlds, and all the creatures on the planet felt this inexplicable feeling of surrender.

"It's... The power of the creator god, everyone hurry up and pray!"

"This is the breath of the Open Heaven Ancestor, everyone is quickly defeated!"

"What the hell, is this the god of technology?"

"I didn't expect that our dark clan could also feel the light!"

......

Creatures of different civilizations, races, and languages all have a sense of awe and inexplicable intimacy with this mysterious atmosphere.

Rumble~

And suddenly...

Jade House Golden Palace, Qiongtai Yuyu, Zhan Tian Lianque, Jade Carving, Jade Ladder Tongting, Towering into the Clouds, Carved Beams and Embroidered Pillars, Flying Pavilion Liudan... Such an atmospheric scene entered the eyes of all living beings.

"Where the hell is this, and where does the God of Creation dwell?"

"Kaitian Ancestor is above, is that what I am striving for? I will definitely find it!"

"Look at this Lingxiao Treasure Palace, is that where the supreme is located?"

"I'm going to work hard, I feel like I'm not far from soaring!"

"With the technology I have now, I don't know if I can fly there!"

.....

Creatures of different civilizations, races, and languages are all paying attention to the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, they all want to know the meaning of survival, maybe there will be answers in the Lingxiao Treasure Palace.

With the appearance of the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, Wang Yan's immortal realm also began to quietly appear, and a magical continent spread out around the Lingxiao Treasure Hall as the center, which was the final place of survival prepared by Wang Yan for all living beings in the heavens and ten thousand worlds, and it was also one of the sources of Wang Yan's acquisition of the power of pure faith in the future.

Wang Yan's immortal realm construction speed is very fast, originally there was a structure about the immortal realm in his mind, the nine heavens appeared in turn, and even the saint's residence was left empty, as a descendant of Yan Huang, he was still in awe of the saint of the flood wilderness.

"The disciples of the Yanhuang Sect will immediately be ranked in the Immortal Class!" Wang Yan said lightly.

His immortal realm is there, and he naturally needs people to manage it, so he does not avoid relatives, and the first thing he thinks of is naturally his own people.