3315: C3315 Deity Descends to the World

C3315 Deity Descends to the World

Cyan Shirt Man suddenly appeared and stood between Old Man Tianmu and the three great heavenly kings like a huge mountain looking down on the world. To the people of this world, the Celestial King was an insurmountable mountain, while to the Celestial King, Cyan Shirt Man was an insurmountable mountain.

When Old Man Tianmu saw Cyan Shirt Man's arrival, he gasped and said, "Why did you only just arrive? I'm about to be killed."

"I also came here with the help of the Heavenly Law Imprint. Otherwise, do you think that I would have arrived that quickly?" Cyan Shirt Man said snappily. Facing the three heavenly kings, he was the only one who dared to do so since ancient times.

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 Cyan Shirt Man appeared, he missed the best opportunity to kill Old Man Tianmu.

"You still appeared."

The old monk's face was wrinkled, and a Spatiotemporal River appeared in his eyes, ready to strike at any time. But in the end, he did not, because he was afraid of Cyan Shirt Man. 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 helplessly 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 Cyan Shirt Man's lies and sneered.

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

Old Man Tianmu could not hold on any longer and cursed: "Can you solve the problem faster? I'm going to die soon."

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

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.

At that moment, Cyan Shirt Man was indeed an avatar created by the imprint of the Heavenly Dao. He was not a real avatar and his power was much weaker. After the old monk's explanation, the butcher and the drunkard were eager to give it a try. They felt that this time, they could defeat Cyan Shirt Man.

"Are you sure you want to fight?"

Cyan Shirt Man had a helpless look on his face as he asked, "Can we not fight?"

The old monk steeled his heart and took the initiative to attack first. A Spatiotemporal River shot out from his eyes and wanted 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 Cyan Shirt Man was one of them.

Because he was invincible.

The Spatiotemporal River trapped Cyan Shirt Man and he couldn't break 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 most primitive and terrifying power of the opening of the universe. It struck a 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.

Old Man Tianmu couldn't help but turn pale when he saw the combined power of the three. If the three of them were able to use this level of attack, he wouldn't have had the strength to speak. He estimated that it would be over in a dozen rounds, but although he was shocked, he couldn't 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 sword, and the other was a sea of stars.

The Heavenly King was the pinnacle of the road, as well as the pinnacle of strength. The Heavenly Longevity Realm destroyed the path with a flick of a finger in front of the Heavenly King.

The old monk and the three heavenly kings attacked together, finally revealing their fangs!

Cyan Shirt Man smiled as if he did not care and said, "Since you guys are not willing to leave, I think 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 his Spatiotemporal River, but Cyan Shirt Man's power was invincible.

Cyan Shirt Man repelled the old monk and then reached out his other hand to grab the frightening dark yellow blade. He casually threw it and split 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 expressions of the old monks and the massacre 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 turned 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 completely lost their power to fight against Cyan Shirt Man. They looked at him with eyes full of helplessness and said, "60 years ago, you blocked everyone's way out. Now that you appear again, don't tell me you still want to steal our opportunity?"

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

Cyan Shirt Man had his hands behind his back and gave off an invincible grandeur. If Yang Ping was here, he would definitely look forward to it because Cyan Shirt Man's elegance was truly invincible. To destroy the Heavenly King with a single punch, how spectacular would that be? Others thought that the King of Heaven was above them all, but Cyan Shirt Man just casually killed him.

This was the difference.

The old monk still wanted to say something, but he was suddenly grabbed by a hand. The atmosphere in the South Sea changed, and Cyan Shirt Man shook his head and said, "You shouldn't have appeared in the mortal world. You should go back and wait."

He picked up the old monk and threw him into the South Sea. 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's avatar used up all of its energy, so he shook his head and said, "It's a pity, if the real body is too far away, we wouldn't be able to make it in time. Otherwise, we can reinforce the seal. so that he can never come out. "

"Tss ~ ~ ~"

After sealing the old monk with the wormhole in the South Sea, Cyan Shirt Man turned around. As he fell into Green Hill Cemetery, he smiled at Old Man Tianmu who was sitting in meditation, "You look really 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 it wasn't for me saving your disciple, I'm afraid he would have already been killed." 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, but after seeing Cyan Shirt Man flicker with light, he smiled bitterly and said, "As expected, it's a balancing act. Those who break the rules must all leave."

Looking at the thatched cottage reluctantly, Old Man Tianmu snorted and said, "Forget it, I'll go first. After ten years, he would return. I hope I can still see you then. "

After turning into starlight, Old Man Tianmu left.

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

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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