3100: C3100 I Don't Believe It

C3100 I Don't Believe It

I don't believe it.

Boom!

There were a total of ten Chaos Holy Sovereign warriors working together. The power they unleashed was just too strong. Even Hsiang Yang, who was at the bottom of the river of River of Fate, couldn't help but have a change of expression when he saw this, "This foreign world is too strong. A dozen Chaos Holy Sovereign can be found here just like that. Could it be that River of Fate can't hold on for much longer?"

At this moment, he felt a little regretful. If River of Fate couldn't hold on any longer... If he appeared here recklessly, even if these Chaos Holy Sovereign didn't kill him along with the River of Fate... If he was exposed to these guys, he would die for sure.

"Boom!"

Under Hsiang Yang's worried gaze, a dozen Chaos Holy Sovereign warriors condensed their terrifying energy and rushed towards River of Fate.

However, this time, they weren't going to attack the River of Fate. Instead, they were going to use this energy to investigate the situation in the River of Fate.

Hsiang Yang was worried and anxious. He even took out the Devil God Armor, Myriad Tribulation Bell, Universe Creation Cauldron, God Slaying Sword and other treasures. If something really happened, it would be the time for him to escape with all his might.

"Hualala..."

Fortunately, when Hsiang Yang thought that he needed to fight with his life, he heard a loud explosion. Then, an incomparably terrifying energy erupted from the River of Fate.

After that, what made Hsiang Yang pleasantly surprised was that within the River of Fate... Every drop of water was emitting a bright light and a monstrous force. It instantly blocked the force of the dozen Chaos Holy Sovereign warriors, and... It also carried an even more terrifying force that bounced them back.

Boom!

"Not good."

The faces of the dozen Chaos Holy Sovereign changed dramatically, and they unleashed their respective defensive techniques. However, even if they were Chaos Holy Sovereign, they wouldn't be able to withstand the might of the River of Fate. In the next moment, a loud rumbling sound was heard. * Hong Long...... *

In fact, there was even a rain of blood on the west side where they were standing.

"My god! How could this be? Even the Chaos Holy Sovereign were sent flying away!"

"That river is so terrifying."

"It's too terrifying!"

......... ""

All the Sub Saint and Chaos Saint were shocked when they saw this. To them, this energy was too terrifying.

Even Mo Ya was stunned when he heard this. He had forgotten that he should continue using the Expulsion skill to retrieve his body.

"The river water in River of Fate is so strong?"

Hsiang Yang was also stunned. Originally, he had easily absorbed the River of Fate into his Consciousness Sea World. He felt that he had already taken control of the River of Fate.

He thought that the River of Fate didn't have any other use. At most, it could only take away the so-called ten thousand generations of one's body.

But now, he finally understood that he had underestimated the River of Fate.

The energy contained in this River of Fate was too terrifying. When he could truly grasp the entire River of Fate, if there was a Chaos Holy Sovereign or even a Daofather level expert attacking him... As long as he could summon the River of Fate to block the attack... At that time... Who could stop the counterattack of the River of Fate?

When he thought of this, he felt a surge of emotions in his heart, and his blood began to boil.

"The River of Fate is really awesome."

Hsiang Yang sighed with emotion. As he counted Mo Ya's ten thousand generations of body that had entered the Furnace Of Heaven And Earth, he found out that it had disappeared after he absorbed 9,999 of them.

He could not help but frown. "The last one did not appear. What is going on?"

As he spoke, he looked around. He wanted to find Mo Ya. He was thinking that if that guy used the 'Expulsion Technique' again, he would be able to attract the last body that had existed for thousands of years. At that time, he would be able to refine the last clone of that guy.

"I wonder if there are any other effects on a person other than not being able to become a saint after losing the body of ten thousand generations?" Hsiang Yang was really curious.

"No..."

Just as Hsiang Yang was feeling curious, he heard a loud roar filled with grief and indignation. Mo Ya, who was sent flying by the terrifying force of this monstrous wave, rushed over with a face full of strength.

He stood on the surface of the river and roared furiously, "No, no, I don't believe it. Where is my body? Why..."

His miserable cry shook the heavens and earth. It was extremely tragic. Anyone who heard it would feel sad, and those who heard it would shed tears. All the Sub Saint Expert present felt sad for Mo Ya.

A true genius had fallen just like that.

Everyone knew that no matter how strong Mo Ya was in the Sub Saint Stage, he wouldn't be able to extradite thousands of lives. After all, he wasn't a Chaos Saint. From now on, he would lose his identity as a genius. He might even be abandoned and disappear from the world.

Mo Ya also knew that although he was only one step away from becoming a Chaos Saint, and could be considered a true Quasi-Sage, if he couldn't take back his body, he would never be able to become a Saint.

He was filled with grief and indignation. He didn't even need Hsiang Yang's instructions to continue casting the 'Expulsion Technique'. He wanted to bring his Myriad Life Body back, but unfortunately... No matter how hard he tried, the Expulsion Technique was useless, and the last avatar was nowhere to be seen.

"Could it be that this fellow is innately flawed, that he only has nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand words of the Ten Thousand World Body?"

Hsiang Yang mumbled, although he felt that it was a little impossible. However, even after waiting for so long, Mo Ya was still unable to successfully attract the last body. Obviously, this guy only had 9,999 Myriad Forms. Or, the last body had already been destroyed.

"Forget it, forget it. After absorbing your 9,999 Dao World Bodies, I don't believe that you can still break through. Tsk tsk."

Hsiang Yang chuckled and sat cross-legged at the bottom of the river. The more he looked at Mo Ya, who seemed to be on the verge of going crazy, the more comfortable he felt.

He wouldn't feel any burden when facing a foreign expert, no matter how he dealt with them.

Hong!

Mo Ya was still using the 'Expulsion Technique'. His entire body was trembling. He knew that something big was going to happen to him, but he wasn't willing to give up. As long as River of Fate was still here, he wouldn't give up this opportunity.

If he gave up, he would really die.

At this time, the dozen or so Saint Sovereign experts who were sent flying had all returned. Their expressions were very ugly as they looked at the River of Fate. Then, they looked at Mo Ya who was crazily casting the 'Expulsion Technique', and all of them let out sighs.

So what if they were Chaos Holy Sovereign warriors? No one could help Mo Ya either.

If Mo Ya couldn't get his body out of the River of Fate, he wouldn't be able to complete the last step of Transcendence. He was destined to never become a Chaos Saint, no matter how strong he was. No matter how strong he was, it would be useless.

Even the slovenly old man sighed and said to Mo Ya, "Mo Ya, don't waste your energy. It's useless."

"No, no, Master. I don't believe it. I will definitely find my Ten Thousand Era Clone. I don't believe it! Ah... Ten Thousand Era Clone, come out!"

Mo Ya's hair was disheveled, and he was still roaring furiously. His Primordial Spirit had already solidified. It was almost exactly the same as his real body. He used the 'Expulsion Technique' with all his might, hoping to use the last of his effort to bring his Ten Thousand Era Clone back. Unfortunately, it was useless.

Boom!

At this moment, a loud explosion was heard. It seemed like even the River of Fate didn't care about him anymore. With a leap, he disappeared from the void.

As a result, even if Mo Ya risked his life, he wouldn't have a place to risk his life.

He was stunned.

"How... How could this be?"

"I am Mo Ya, I am one of the top ten Supreme Heaven's Prides in the Panyu Chaos Great World. My body, why, why can't I bring my body back?"

"Why?"1

Mo Ya stared blankly at the void. Even the Primordial Spirit had forgotten to return to its original form.

"Sigh... A good genius has been crippled."

All the experts present shook their heads.

Those Chaos Holy Sovereign warriors who followed Mo Ya and the sloppy old man sighed, then turned around and left with regret.

If Mo Ya could break through to the Saint realm normally, he would definitely become a Chaos Holy Sovereign warrior in the future. However, Mo Ya couldn't even reach the Saint realm. From now on, he could only be regarded as a trash, a trash that everyone in the Panyu Chaos Great World ridiculed.

Below, those Sub Saint Experts and Chaos Saint who were watching the show all sighed and left.

After watching the show, no matter if it was gloating or sighing, it was useless in their hearts. They should leave when it was time to leave, or else Mo Ya would go crazy. They would probably start a massacre. If they caught someone, they would start a war with them.

Even a Chaos Saint wouldn't want to fight a Quasi-Sage like Mo Ya. After all, even though this guy was a trash that couldn't be extradited back to his' Thousand World Body ', however, his combat strength was a true existence that could fight a Chaos Saint even when he was only at the Sub Saint.

In the blink of an eye, only Mo Ya, his master and the little girl named Mo Xian were left in the chaotic void.

Mo Ya's Primordial Spirit was still standing in the void, shaking his head in disbelief as he murmured. He had no intention of returning to his body. His master... The sloppy old man shook his head and said with a sigh. "Things have come to this point. There's no point in saying anything now. Let's go back. "

After saying that, he waved his hand and threw Mo Ya's Primordial Spirit into his body.

"Master, I don't believe that I can't extradite the body. Someone in River of Fate is trying to harm me."

After Mo Ya returned to his body, he raised his head and looked at his master coldly.

"Not even a Supreme Ancestor God can interfere in the River of Fate, unless it's a true ruler. If it's really a ruler who wants to deal with you, then you can only admit defeat."

The sloppy old man shook his head and said.

"No, although the opponent looks like he wants to kill me, I can tell from his eyes that he's definitely not a Chaos Saint. At most, he's at the same realm as me."

Mo Ya recalled the malicious gaze he felt when he jumped onto the top of River of Fate. He was even more certain that someone was trying to harm him.

He raised his head and looked at his master, begging, "Master, someone is trying to harm me. What should I do?"

"Calm down."

The sloppy old man also felt a headache coming on. How could he know what to do? Let alone him, even their Heavenly Dao Saint, even a Supreme Ancestor God, would be useless.

He could only shout and let Mo Ya calm down. However, how could Mo Ya calm down? He furiously roared. "No, how can I calm down? My path of breakthrough has been cut off. What should I do? Ahhhhhhhhh... "

He furiously roared, wanting to vent the grief and indignation in his heart. He didn't even listen to his master's words.

"Master, what should we do?"

Mo Xian flew over and looked at the furious Mo Ya with pity on her face.

"Even you all look down on me. Hahaha, I don't believe that I can't become a Saint. I must become a Saint. I will definitely become a Saint..."

Mo Xian's pitying eyes provoked Mo Ya even more. Mo Ya furiously roared and without any hesitation, he rushed towards the distant Chaos and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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