These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 1179: Fierce Battle, Reversal

In the eyes of Immortal Chang Zhen, this is simply incomprehensible. Bringing together two future timelines, how many vast living beings are there?

Is this a divination that an individual life can withstand?
To express it with Ning Zheng's digitization, the luck of a normal supreme immortal, with full equipment of supreme divine equipment, is estimated to be only about ten or twenty trillion.

He brought with him more than 100 trillion to perform divination, which is far more terrifying than your Jidao Xianzun's power, which is ten times greater than yours. How can the other party withstand it?
Are there really such freaks in this world?
"This Xirong does have some tricks up his sleeve."

A hint of surprise appeared on the stern face of Immortal Chang Zhen.
"No wonder these ancient immortals are conducting a large-scale search throughout the long river of time to find the evildoer and catch me so that I can deal with him."

Immortal Chang Zhen’s thoughts were working rapidly, and he soon guessed a possibility.

"The opponent may have secretly made great progress on the path of auspiciousness, and has already acquired some of the posture of the Auspicious Immortal Lord, so he can withstand the attack."

His fighting talent was equally powerful, and he could see the opponent's weaknesses in an instant.

"I have intercepted the channel through which Xirong obtains his luck. The other party is like a rootless duckweed. I can stop him once, but I can't stop him twice or three times!"

"As long as I continue to attack, for one day, two days, and continue to divine, and continuously draw on the fortune of humanity, there will be a day when he can no longer stop me."

He chuckled, sat cross-legged, and quietly overlooked the fairyland.

Now, he is Xirong.

The people in this fairy world who worship Xirong are all his helpers!

Help him kill Xirong's helpers!

How could he possibly attack Xirong's diehard followers in the fairy world?
He silently comprehended the various contracts between heaven and earth, slaves, twins, and various magical powers that created bonds, and constantly perfected his own path.
"That's good, it makes this game more interesting."

the other side.

Countless nebulae swept across a world surrounded by rainbows.

The painter showed a trace of solemnity, "This time, I was really tricked by those Celestial Immortals in the past."

He originally really wanted to help Xirong, and deliberately created a Taoist arena in a parallel universe.

The environment is dominant.

Xirong should have the advantage.

As a man of joy, he naturally wanted to narrow the gap between the two sides, help the weaker side, and make their game more exciting.

But even he couldn't imagine that his good intentions could lead to bad consequences.

If he did not draw this arena and fought as usual, this Immortal Chang Zhen would at most absorb a wave of Xirong's luck to bless himself!
Although strong, he is not so invincible as to be hopeless.

But I drew a few more Taoist systems of the Golden God, and the entire parallel world was full of Xirong's followers.

Instead, it helped him a lot, and the blessing from the believers was super doubled!
This is why we have the current situation.

Otherwise, the Golden God could have pulled back at the beginning, looking for opportunities to survive, or even used the mask to copy the opponent's magical powers, learning from the enemy in order to defeat him.

At the beginning, the Golden God was killed instantly.

The painter should take 90% of the blame for this!
"They are really ruthless. They are stationed at the time gate, blocking the retreat route. Even I can't escape."

The painter showed a heavy expression.

He never underestimated the prehistoric celestial immortals. If they were simple, they would have been overthrown by Xian long ago.

But he was tricked again.

And this time, I will be in danger too.

After divining Xirong, you will start to divine his true identity as a painter.

How can this be stopped?

"I can't just sit back and watch the fire anymore. I have to join the fight too." The painter knew that this was no longer a matter of performing martial arts in the ring.

It's a big fight, a battle of life and death.

He can't escape either.

Although he still had some escape routes, he could flee to the [past] and ask Xian to help him block the Celestial Immortals who were guarding the city gates.
But not only does one have to pay a huge price, but one also has to owe him a favor.

He would never do this unless it was absolutely necessary.

It is easy to owe favors, but hard to repay them.

Could it be that he would spend another 15 million years to raise a Jiu Sui?
At this time, Ye Kuangxiu beside him also panicked, "Sir, this fake Xirong Manor Master is carrying it for us. When he dies, it will be the turn of our real Xirong soon!"

"Then what do you think we should do?" the painter asked calmly.

Ye Kuangxiu said: "The only solution for now is to follow his path and prove his truth. It will be difficult to draw a third parallel history in a short time. Why don't you go and talk to the guys in the Divine Court timeline and fight the enemy together?"

"Too."

As soon as the painter finished speaking, he saw a gap in the timeline, and Emperor Jiusui, Ran Deng Xin Xi Chen, Zhao Zai and others walked out.

The painter looked at the people in front of him and said nothing more:
"It's meaningless to talk about anything else now. There's only one thing you need to do, which is to defeat this guy in front of you."

"The way to prove the Lord's oath, replace him, and defeat him with his own method, is the way out!"

After these words were spoken, everyone looked at each other.

There were countless words I wanted to question the painter, but they were all stuck in my throat.

In essence, they are all the painter's army of painters, private armies, just a bunch of pirated stuff.

"I'm just asking."

At this time, Emperor Jiusui said: "What is the difference between me now and my original self? Am I just an ember? An empty shell of a soul?"

“Slightly more advanced than the regular Ember Shell.”

The artist said coldly: "I drew the empty shell of your soul - the ember, but as an ember, it has no logic of self-growth, it is just a solidified dead logic."

"I also drew your soul consciousness - a pseudo-human, and stuffed it into this soul body, so that you have your own wisdom and the ability to learn flexibly."

"From my perspective, you are still painters, but you are painters with your own identities."

"But you should know that only by adding the finishing touches can a painting reveal its soul. You are nothing but a bunch of imitation bodies stuffed with pseudo-human consciousness."

"You are a bunch of fakes. If you want to be fully alive, you must die and live a second life."

Everyone looked pale.

Only after truly dying once and awakening oneself can one be considered alive!
The artist used tricks to stuff pseudo-human consciousness into them, which was just a false awakening on the assembly line.

"I understand." Emperor Jiusui said calmly, "In this case, I will die once."

"you sure?"

The painter said in a cold and ruthless voice: "You are not Jiusui's real body. You do not have his ability to revive infinitely. The probability of awakening and coming back to life after death is less than one in a thousand."

"I'm sure." Emperor Jiusui said. "Then I'll give it a try."

The Buddha of Burning Lamp was unwilling to fall behind Jiusui, and looked at the three neutral immortals who committed suicide with contempt, "If those three rubbish dared to do so, why shouldn't we dare?"

Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, the two men quickly committed suicide and climbed up again after turning into ashes.

Dipankara Buddha smiled lightly, "Since it has become embers, I should take the next step."

Everyone looked extremely shocked.

Monsters like Xin Xichen and Jiu Sui, immediately entered semi-awakening after committing suicide?

"Now, what is the probability of our resurrection?" Dipankara Buddha asked the painter.

"It's still one in a thousand." The painter hit them coldly, "Semi-awakening is easy for you at the level of Immortal Venerable, plus your magical powers, to achieve, but the last step is one in a thousand."

"very good."

Xin Xichen chuckled and his eyes fell on Xirong Villa, "Let's go, let's go find our true form and see what they are capable of."

"I heard that they hadn't grown up yet during this period. We were just in the early stage of True Immortal 15 million years ago?"

Soon, a message came into Ning Zheng's ears through the painter's contact information.

Ning Zheng frowned slightly and said, let them meet.

Ning Zheng reached out and threw out the bodies of Xin Xichen and others, as well as a few blacksmiths.

After completing this task, Ning Zheng no longer paid attention to them and looked at the golden divine image in front of him.

Rumble!
The army of eight hundred True Immortal clones reunited.

A golden god comparable to the previous one reappeared, and this time in order to avoid being killed instantly, Ning Zheng used the Aspects of the Saints to extract the opponent's innate magical powers.

[Holy Covenant (Yang): Master the power of restraint, slave, equality, master, and can steal the relevant type of bilateral connection. ]

Just like Ning Zheng's Golden God resides in the gold attribute, the other party resides in the yang attribute.

well.

This magical power is the nemesis of the Immortal Lord of All Beasts!
All ten friends in the circle of friends of the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts can be stolen by him.

The golden mud circle of the Golden God will also be plundered by him.

Because the way of Jindan Taoist civilization is through-the-air -2-2-2, which is essentially similar to the connection between friends.

Wow!
In an instant, Ning Zheng's eight hundred faces were copied into [Covenant].

Eight hundred covenants appeared above this giant golden god, and directly clicked on the attributes.

add a bit!

[Covenant's magical skills: 3 trillion]

add!
-3 trillion

Ning Zheng showed a heavy look:
"I have never used this magical power of the Saints before because it really costs money, but now I have to use it."

Every time you copy someone else's magical power, you have to learn the corresponding magical moves, tactics, and experience, right?
Ning Zheng had not yet fully developed her ten magical powers, so how many trillions would she have left to develop the temporary immortal magical powers copied by others?
For ordinary people, it is quite useless in actual combat. Even if they get the enemy's magical powers, they are useless because they cannot fully understand them in a short time, and they end up drawing a tiger but end up drawing a dog.

Fortunately, Ning Zheng can add some points.

Spend the money to instantly reach the opponent's level, and then fight.

Wow!
In an instant, Ning Zheng felt a mysterious connection between heaven and earth.

Ten links between the beastmasters and their friends, and the -2 incense smoke from the Xirong followers worshipping the statues wafted over.

All the mysterious connections and contracts in the world are extremely clear.

"you!?"

The next moment, Immortal Chang Zhen frowned slightly.

In a flash, a golden god with eight hundred faces stepped towards him and appeared behind him in an instant. The hot breath gushed out of him seemed to burn his shoulders.

It was as if there was some powerful monster behind him, looking down on this little ant.

"What is this?"

Immortal Chang Zhen was shocked. "How is it possible? He copied my magical power and instantly gained the enlightenment experience that I have learned for countless thousands of years. In some aspects, his control over the Holy Covenant is even stronger than mine?"

monster?

How could there be such a monster in this world?

Could it be that he has a similar highly efficient learning ability that he can use in conjunction with his copying?

Is it Xinhuo? Are you stealing my knowledge?
"I see--"

He had just guessed the principle of the other party's strength increase, and the next moment a trace of cold sweat flowed from Chang Zhen Xianzun's forehead. Just as he was about to turn around, he was fiercely pinched by a pair of big hands.

Ah!
With a scream.

The huge body of the statue of the Immortal Chang Zhen, with its golden flame of fortune, absorbed the fortune gathered by countless believers. It was like the brightest torch in the universe, being extinguished bit by bit by a pair of hands.

He lay in the palm of an endless hand, looking up at the bigger, more domineering and more powerful golden god with eight hundred faces. Every face and every pair of eyes were staring at him.

"This is crazy. I stole his Xirong's authority before, and now he stole my Holy Covenant's magical power? Stealing from each other? How did this era become like this?"

"This monster, with his ten great magical powers, only shows his true strong adaptability when he encounters an invincible enemy."

"Copy you, burn you, become you, besiege you, he seems to be invincible."

"There's only one way to kill him, to attack him in an instant, like I did before!"

what! ! !
When he opened his palm again, there was no trace of the Immortal Master Chang Zhen, only a mass of black muddy flesh and blood.

In the palm of his hand, only the head of the Chang Zhen Immortal was left uncrushed. With eyes wide open and an arrogant and unruly look, he stared in amazement at the giant golden god with eight hundred faces, whom he had looked down upon before.

"you"

“It’s so weak.”

"He is nothing more than a dwarf who seeks to become the mighty force of the world by using the power to steal fortune."

Without waiting for the other party to speak, in front of the stunned looks of the entire world, Ning Zheng gently clasped her hands together, and crushed the other party's head into a ball of garbage and threw it away.

"You are just a little devil who can't use your luck. I will probably never forget you in my life."

　Sorry, I'm a little late. I'll update 2,000 more words today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)