"Would you be angry if the people you have cared for for hundreds of years with your heart not only don't appreciate you, but one day they hurt you in turn?" asked Wen Ke.

The name is all spoken.

"Of course you get angry, normal people get angry, and so do the gods. It's just that this anger is quickly filled by the emotions of the mediated qi transformation in the gods' bodies, so the gods don't seem to be really angry, and will continue to love them. But if they do only one thing for a hundred years, it is to hurt the gods who love them. This anger is enough to make the gods truly angry. ”

"So what?"

"The angry gods are no longer gods, but monsters that will concentrate the energy in their bodies into their own combat power, which they use to destroy those who harm them. Once this happens, it will be difficult for the intermediate qi in its body to be transformed into a steady stream of life matter, and it will no longer be invincible, no matter how strong the destructive power is, as long as it is fatally injured, it will still die. The tradition of our Death Front, slaughtering one god for a hundred years!"

"That's what you're trying to do to force the villagers to destroy the forest, and what's in it for you to provoke the gods and kill them?"

"Where there is no God, of course, man has the final say. Don't you understand that?"

"Ridiculous. ”

"Now, who controls the world, is it the great emperors, is it the temple, is it some saint? Leading the way in the development of the world is our Grim Reaper Front. Don't you think it's strange? Leaders in all walks of life, politics, economy, culture, military, and all fields, are all strong people. Why? Because they're basically dead servants, they're all people on the Grim Reaper's front. Death is the true ruler of this world. Life and death, prosperity and decline, honor and disgrace, are all controlled by death. ”

"Death?" "Nano still remembers Fan Zhi, he was originally just an ordinary child, just because he became a dead servant by chance, his strength would become stronger than himself. "What is this Grim Reaper's ability?"

"The strength of the dead servants under the control of the god of death is also very different. The strength of the ability, in addition to its own strength, depends on how much death gives. The great dead servant is as powerful as the gods, the middle dead servant is as powerful as the apostles, the small dead servant is as strong as the strong in the world, and the weakest dead servant is far beyond the reach of ordinary people. ”

"And what level do you belong to?"

"I, our Godslayer Department, if we want to fight with the Soul Protector, we are naturally at the level of a dead servant. ”

"Haha. Nano suddenly laughed, he only felt that the person in front of him was a little braggart, and he didn't make a draft. Why don't you just rule the whole continent? The dead servant is comparable to an apostle? Then why is there no one to deal with the infected apostle of the Eastern Zhou Kingdom? And the name is not very clear, the man in front of him has been killed by Mona a long time ago, but he himself does not know it yet.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing? I just think you're pretending to be a bit too much. How did I hear that the Reaper Front and the Wish Organization have always been evenly matched. How did you come here and become the dominant family of your Death Front?"

"Hmph," Wen Ji smiled disdainfully, "Would you like to organize?" If they are on a par with our Reaper front, how can they watch us control all the realms of humanity step by step? Do you think we are afraid of this organization? To put it bluntly, they are not bad as a leader. Probably equal to the combined strength of all of our Great Dead Servants, or equal to the power of the Grim Reaper. ”

"Hearing you say that, isn't death stronger than the gods?

"Then who do you think killed the angry gods? Where are the many gods living in the territory where humans live?"

Nano remembered the Yuanhong deity of Dragon Bone Mountain, and according to the villagers, it was indeed killed by humans. Is this man telling the truth?

"You must know that our Reaper Front has always been fighting with the god of creation, the Xuanlong. You may not believe it, but even the ancestors of the new generation, the god phoenix bird, died at the hands of our Death Front. ”

The Cenozoic era refers to the mammals that appeared tens of millions of years ago, at the end of reptiles' domination of the world. The history of human beings is only 200,000 years since they became a race, but the ancestors of the new generation became gods thousands of years ago.

What Wen Ji said is reasonable and well-founded, but he doesn't believe it at all. The reason is simple, in this world, the ultimate form of life is the gods. No matter how strong you are, you can't exceed this limit. As long as the concentration of the mediator in the body reaches the level of the gods, then the mediators will satisfy all their desires, and they will become gods, and they will not have too many thoughts, let alone want to control the world like the god of death.

And if the amount of intermediary qi can't reach the level of gods, how can it be stronger than gods?

Isn't this why the world is so stable? If a living being has incomparably great power, and has ADHD, and likes to take care of this and that, and sees that it is unfair here, he will rectify it, and if there is a bad guy there who is disobedient, he will teach him a lesson, and maybe one day he will not be happy, and a sneeze will destroy the world. In the long history of hundreds of millions of years of life evolution, this continent, this planet, and this universe may have been wiped out countless times. Where will we play? Ridiculous, ridiculous. Since we exist, we affirm the existence of the history behind us, which means that this kind of thing will not happen.

Therefore, the name is not unbelievable.

Perhaps, they have some special means to kill the gods. To kill someone, you never need to be stronger than him, even if you are a hundred times weaker, it is entirely possible. The name couldn't be clearer.

Seeing that Ming Wu was no longer talking, Wen Ji smiled, "How is it?

"Believed, believed. But ......"

"But what?"

"Actually, I am the Supreme Heavenly Venerable, and there is not a single creature in your continent that I can look at, and they are all too weak and weak. What kind of god of creation, I can kill it in an instant with one look. And your self-righteous god of death, with a single thought in my heart, I can destroy its form and god. Just your planet, eh...... , I can detonate in an instant with a flick of my fingers. Your universe, with a single squeeze of my palm, can bring it back to chaos. ”

"One thought of me can be eternal, one thought gives birth to all things, and one thought destroys sentient beings. I am the Lord of Creation, and I am the same as the universe. I am the master of the floating map, and I am in the same dust as the green and the dark. I am the first of the elephant emperors, and I am the same as Dao Chong. ”

"The Lord of the Gods in the Three Thousand Worlds, who detonated the singularity and opened the world, is my three generations of disciples. Demon Dao Patriarch Ye Hehua, who rules demons and powers the Three Realms, is a distant cousin of my family's slaves. The Great Dao Supreme Aether True Person, shuttling through the universe and spreading the Heavenly Dao, is just a stone that my pet licked and hatched. ”

"I laughed, and all demons were sanctified. When I weep, all souls withered. I was furious, and everything returned to nothingness. ”

"The intermediary qi in your world is just a fart I put out. It stinks! Why are you still a treasure? Cultivation? It's just absorbing my fart. After finishing speaking, he pinched his nose and quickly fanned the air in front of him with his hand, thinking in his heart: "Pretend to be with me, I have Ziyuan buff on my body, and I am still afraid of you?"

"Hehe," Wen Ji smiled, then breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself, "How can I talk so much to a madman? The village outside is still waiting for me to clean up. ”

After speaking, Wen Ji punched at Na Wu in the air.

But seeing a few pitch-black spatial cracks appear in the air in front of Na Wu, Na Wu felt that his body was like a mirror shattering open, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground, dying of anger.

"It's sad and deplorable, and it's so stupid. Even you, human beings, dare to laugh at our dead servants. ”

Wen Ji waved his sleeves and walked towards the apricot step outside the house.