1273: C1273 Deity Descends to the World

C1273 Deity Descends to the World

The sudden appearance of the Cyan Shirt Man stood between the Old Man Tianmu and the three Great Sky Kings, like a huge mountain looking down on the world. To the people of the world, the Heavenly King was an insurmountable mountain, but to the Heavenly King, the Cyan Shirt Man was an insurmountable mountain.

When Old Man Tianmu saw that the Cyan Shirt Man had arrived, he gasped, "Why have you only just arrived?

"I also came here with the help of the Heavenly Law Imprint. Otherwise, do you think that I would have arrived that quickly?" Facing the three great heavenly kings, he talked and laughed as if he was at ease. From ancient times till now, he was the only one who dared to do such a thing.

The old monk's expression was solemn, a seriousness he had never shown before. He raised all his strength and concentrated on his defense. The butcher and the drunkard exchanged a look of helplessness. When the Cyan Shirt Man appeared, he missed the chance to kill the Old Man Tianmu.

"You still appeared."

The old monk's face was covered with wrinkles, a Spatiotemporal River appeared in his eyes, it was as though he could unleash an earth-shattering attack at any time, but in the end, he did not, because he was afraid of the Cyan Shirt Man in front of him. The butcher and the drunk shook their heads and sighed.

Who could make the Heavenly King sigh?

Only the person in front of him.

"Since you've broken the rules, I will naturally appear. It could also be said that the Heavenly Dao had broken the rules and thus, I appeared earlier than expected. We're all on the same side, so why fight and kill? You know I don't like to fight. "

Cyan Shirt Man said with a bitter face.

The old monk sneered in his heart. If the world doesn't like fighting, then no one else would. From the bottom to the top, from China to the outer space, you are simply a killing star.

The butcher and the drunkard naturally did not believe the lies of the Cyan Shirt Man and sneered.

Cyan Shirt Man was surprised: "What are your expressions like?"

Old Man Tianmu could not hold on any longer and scolded, "Can you solve this problem faster? I'm about to die."

Cyan Shirt Man shrugged, looked at the three of them and said: "Do it yourself, or should I send you off?"

The expressions of the three old monks changed, and they immediately became cautious, "Don't be afraid of him, he is only imprinted with the imprint of the Heavenly Dao, his strength is incomparable to us. We are real clones, and killing him will be very easy. "

The butcher and the drunk nodded.

The current Cyan Shirt Man was indeed an avatar created from the imprint of the Heavenly Dao, and not a real avatar. After the old monk revealed his plan, the butcher and the drunkard were eager to give it a try. They felt that they could defeat the Cyan Shirt Man this time around.

"Are you sure you want to fight?"

Cyan Shirt Man looked helpless as he asked, "Can you not fight?"

The old monk steeled his heart and took the initiative to attack first. A Spatiotemporal River shot out from his eyes, wanting to trap Cyan Shirt Man. With three Heavenly King Stage working together, if word of them spread, they would be completely terrified. Anyone of them could be proud of themselves for their entire life under the hands of the Heavenly King, and become a legend. From ancient times until now, there had never been a single person who could get the Heavenly King to join hands.

But the Cyan Shirt Man was one of them.

Because he was invincible.

The Spatiotemporal River trapped Cyan Shirt Man, and he was unable to struggle free for a while. A Qi of Beginning appeared above the butcher's head and turned into a Pig Slaughtering Knife. Who knew how many heroes and heroes this blade had killed? The Pig Slaughtering Knife turned into a wisp of dark yellow light, symbolizing the terrifying power of the primordial chaos, as it struck one point towards Cyan Shirt Man. The drunkard opened the wine gourd at his waist and removed the stopper. A strand of golden light shot out and turned into a sea of stars, directly suppressing it.

If the three of them had used such a degree of attack previously, how would he even have the strength to speak? He reckoned that after a dozen of rounds, they would all be finished, but even though he was shocked, he could not see any worry for Cyan Shirt Man.

Cyan Shirt Man saw the three of them attacking at the same time. One was a Spatiotemporal River, one was a black yellow blade, and the other was a sea of stars.

The Heavenly King was the pinnacle of the road, as well as the pinnacle of strength. With a flick of a finger, Heavenly Longevity Stage was annihilated in front of the Heavenly King.

The old monk and the three Heavenly Kings attacked at the same time, finally revealing their fangs.

Cyan Shirt Man laughed as if he did not care, and said: "Since all of you are unwilling to leave, it's better if I send you off. It's an old friend, after all. " He extended his jade-like hand and grabbed the Spatiotemporal River, and then released a wave of tyrannical power from his arm. With a cracking sound, the Spatiotemporal River let out a wail, and immediately broke.

The old monk's expression changed, he wanted to summon the Spatiotemporal River, but the Cyan Shirt Man's power was invincible, after one attack, he was injured.

Cyan Shirt Man forced the old monk back, then he extended his other hand and grabbed the terrifying dark yellow blade. He casually threw it and cut the drunkard's star into two. He disappeared in a flash and reappeared behind the drunkard the next moment.1

The old monk shouted, "Be careful!"

A bad premonition welled up in the alcoholic's heart. Just as he was about to leave, he smacked his hand on his head. Boom! His body exploded.

The old monk and the slaughter all changed as they looked at Cyan Shirt Man in shock.

How is this possible?

Could it be that he wasn't a clone of the Heavenly Dao Imprint? How could he possess such terrifying power? Without time to think, Cyan Shirt Man tilted his body and punched towards the butcher. This punch was the result of the Ancient Decimation. Countless energies from the starry sky were forcefully drawn out and channeled into this fist, ruthlessly striking the chest of the massacre. The massacre didn't even have time to scream as his body exploded. Like an alcoholic, he had completely left this world.

After the butcher and the drunkard died, they had completely lost their power to fight against the Cyan Shirt Man. Looking at him with eyes full of helplessness, the old monk said: "60 years ago, you blocked everyone's way out, and now that you appear again, do you still think you can steal our opportunity?"

"You should understand this logic, why must you painstakingly maintain your power?" The old monk sighed without sadness or joy.

If Yang Ping was here, she would definitely yearn for it, because the elegance of Cyan Shirt Man was truly unparalleled. To destroy the Heavenly King with a single punch, how spectacular would that be? Others thought that the Heavenly King was high and mighty, but the Cyan Shirt Man killed him so easily.

This was the difference.

The old monk still wanted to speak, but he was suddenly grabbed by a hand and sent into a Star Shift. When he arrived at the South Sea, Cyan Shirt Man shook his head and said, "You shouldn't have appeared in the human world, you should go back and wait."

When the old monk was mentioned, he was impulsively thrown into the Southern Ocean. The Cyan Shirt Man took a deep breath and his body flickered as he frowned and said, "I'm almost at my limit."

Boom!

The old monk was thrown into the South Sea Worm Cave to be sealed; it was impossible for him to appear for a short period of time.

Cyan Shirt Man wanted to reinforce the seal, but the Heavenly Dao Imprint had exhausted all of his energy, so he shook his head and said, "It's such a pity, if the real body isn't too far away, I would be unable to make it in time. Otherwise, the seal would have been strengthened. so that he can never come out. "

"Tss ~ ~ ~"

The South Sea Worm Cave sealed the old monk. Cyan Shirt Man turned around, and after landing in the Green Hill Cemetery, he smiled at the meditating Old Man Tianmu: "You look so terrible. You don't know how to conduct yourself, otherwise why would the other three people deal with you at the same time?"

Old Man Tianmu opened his eyes and scolded: "You still have the nerve to say that? If not for me protecting your disciple, I'm afraid he would have been killed already. At this time, you're still making sarcastic remarks. I'm almost at my limit. Help me extend it for a period of time. "

Cyan Shirt Man said: "Look at my body."

Old Man Tianmu said angrily: "I'm too lazy to look. What's so good about a man's body? "Disgusting." Even though he said that, seeing that the Cyan Shirt Man was flickering, he laughed bitterly, "As expected, it's a balanced act. Those who break the rules must all leave."

After looking at the thatched cottage with reluctance, the Old Man Tianmu snorted and said: "Forget it, I'll take my leave first. After ten years, he would return. I hope I can still see you then. "

Transforming into starlight, the Old Man Tianmu left.

"Of course you can see me." Cyan Shirt Man looked at the sky and muttered, "Brat, don't disappoint me."

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