The Nine Immortals Valley was in an uproar, some people were ecstatic, and some people were worried. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Is it really the Creator who created the world?"

"Can Creation beat a Taoist priest?"

"Of course you can fight, maybe the Dao system is his creation......"

The scattered immortals were talking. Nowadays, there are not many people who have not heard of the reputation of creation, but there are still very few people who can be sure of the existence of creation, and after today's events, such a number should increase dramatically.

Yan Shuangfei paced to Kumquat's side, did not speak, nor did he use the common method of sound transmission, but hid the message in a ball of mana, held it in his palm, and handed it to Kumquat.

The kumquat took it, put it to his ear, crushed it, and the spell was immediately activated, and a voice poured into the sea of kumquat.

"Is this really creation?"

Yan Shuangfei didn't believe it, and Kumquat didn't believe it either, but the two ghost immortals didn't dare to act rashly, which made Kumquat dare not be careless.

"I can't be sure, but don't be careless, this person's cultivation is unfathomable, and even if it's not creation, he's a ruthless character. Before we know his intentions, let's wait and see what happens. ”

Yan Shuangfei took the message of kumquat and nodded. After seeing the ferocity of the Taoist priests in the fourth battle of the gods, these few leaders who were originally unrelated to each other and scattered immortals are getting closer and closer, and no matter what they did and reputation in the past, they are always advancing and retreating together, and they will communicate with each other in case of trouble.

Yan Shuangfei, the sect leader of the Divine Body Sect, Sui Yi, the sect leader of the Sword Heart Sect, Mo Qiushuang, the sect leader of the Tianhua Sect, and the three brothers of Jin Xiwan are considered a small group, but because Jin Juzi is a disciple of the ghost ancestor, his origin is slightly different, and he has a slight sense of distance from the others.

Not far away, the Heavenly Poison True Monarch, the gray-robed giant Jin Sanren, and the Blood Rakshasa followed the God of Light to attack the Golden Rhino Bay, and later parted ways with the God of Light, but the old hatred with the Golden Jutch has not disappeared, so they come and go with each other, and there are undercurrents surging.

The crowd had already had a mind to be active, and the cultivation was a general casual cultivation, and it was almost like the creation set.

is different from what everyone expected, the short and chubby creature in front of him is extremely easy-going, not vicious at all, and almost has to answer any questions.

After a few back and forth, many shallow casual cultivators already felt that they had become close friends with each other.

Several valley lords of the Nine Immortal Valley passed their eyes to the righteous elder brother one after another, wanting to get a definite message from him, eager to find out whether this creation was true or false, and what the purpose of coming here was.

Nie Soul turned a blind eye and had no expression. He hadn't spoken since he came out of the lobby, making it impossible to guess what was going on in his mind.

No one dares to pretend to be a cultivator, and it doesn't make much sense to fake a creation, this is the imagination of ordinary cultivators. However, if you think about it carefully, if someone fakes it, who can distinguish the real from the fake?

However, this is also just an inference, and this is not really the case. Because, there are still people who can't help but come out to challenge. "You say you're a creator, what's the evidence?"

"What evidence do you need?" Zaohua's temper was unbelievably good, and although he had smashed the statue before, showing extraordinary means, his weakness at the moment had raised some suspicions.

"It's very simple, if you can beat me, it means that you are a creator. ”

Creation smiled. "Are you invincible?"

"It's not. ”

"There are a lot of people who can beat you, is it possible that everyone is a creator? Taoist priest can beat you, Taoist priest is creation? He can beat you, he is creation?" "He's still pretty good, isn't he?"

"Less nonsense, I don't know what other people do. But if you can't beat me, then it's not creation. The cultivator who shouted took out two scimitars from his waist and instantly pounced on the creation. His mana was not weak, and as he moved, the air around him showed signs of melting in an instant. Most of the casual cultivators who were watching thought that they couldn't take this knife.

However, this provocative cultivator was pinched in the palm of his hand by Creation in the blink of an eye, held high above his head, and froze in place.

No one could see exactly how the two fought each other, and they didn't know how many spells had been exchanged with each other in the moment just now. But the cultivator who raised the double sword couldn't move, obviously imprisoned by the immense mana. This is enough to deter everyone around you.

Kumquat's own mana is not enough, so he asks his own ghosts. The two ghosts grinned and showed unusual expressions, one of them shaking his head silently, and the other slightly playful. "I can't say, this person is amazing!"

Although Kumquat and his own ghost fairy are master and servant relations, but they have always loved and cared for them, get along well, and can't help but be secretly surprised when they hear the words, and feel puzzled by the performance of the ghost fairy.

In the field, Creation smiled and winked at the 'swordsman' in his hand when people were not paying attention, but the swordsman only cared about scolding and didn't pay attention at all.

"This creation is fake!" Heavenly Poison True Monarch said in a low voice: "He knows this swordsman, and he will act for us!"

The voice was not loud, but where could it hide from the cultivators around him, countless people looked sideways. Creation also turned his head to look at the Heavenly Poison True Monarch. "I know you too, are we acting? Or are you too deep into the drama to even know if you are acting?"

The words caused laughter, and the Heavenly Poison True Monarch snorted coldly and did not continue to argue, because the swordsman had already shouted: "That's right, he is not a creation, he is a fake!"

"Nonsense, you don't even know what creation is, and how do you know who is the real creation and who is the fake creation......" The fat cultivator shook his head, not angry, and leisurely.

"You're a fake! Because I know the true creation, and here he is!"

As the swordsman shouted, everyone immediately looked around. Those with slightly higher cultivation have already released their divine consciousness or spells and began to scan the surroundings, trying to find out where the creation in the swordsman's mouth is.

"Creation is here, where is there any other creation? How can this be true!" The chubby cultivator threw the swordsman in his hand to the ground, his eyes flashed a cold light, and his feet immediately stomped to the ground, and the entire Nine Immortal Valley shook twice, and all the items that could be moved rushed upward, and in an instant, he returned to his original place, showing his extraordinary mana. In this instant, the creation set his sights on a target, his figure flashed, disappeared, and the next moment he had already penetrated into the crowd, raising his hand towards a cultivator wearing a green shirt.

It seemed to be a simple move, but it contained various changes in the five elements of yin and yang, and dozens of spells poured out silently, separating this green-shirted cultivator from others. The people around didn't feel anything unusual, they only felt a slight breeze blowing around their necks, who knew that Creation and the green-shirted cultivator had been fighting for hundreds of rounds in the blink of an eye.

The green-shirted cultivator flew out of the crowd, his appearance changed slightly, and someone in the crowd had already exclaimed. "It's him!"

Putting his hands behind his back, he paced slowly, and said with a 'honest' smile: "Qing Songzi, I didn't even recognize you just now." ”

Qing Songzi frowned slightly. "Who are you, what is the purpose of impersonating me, and how do you know me?"

Creation shook his head. "It's you pretending to be me, not me pretending to be you, creation knows everything, so I know you're a green pine nut. But what about you? Can you tell me anything other than creation?"