Rebirth of Fantasy God

Wang Mang stood up and walked to the altar where the Nail-Head Three Arrow Book was placed and began this morning's kneeling ceremony. As Wang Mang bowed his head solemnly to the Nail-Head Three Arrow Book, the Evil God Source of Terror, who was tens of thousands of miles away, only felt his body sink, as if a huge mountain as big as a planet was pressing down on him, making him so tired, so tired that the Evil God Source of Terror urgently wanted to have a good sleep to satisfy the urge to close his heavy eyes tightly.

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, the Evil God, the Source of Terror, realized that something was wrong. He was now a powerful man with the strength of a saint, so how could he feel tired and sleepy?

The source of the evil god's terror did not think that he was ambushed by Wang Yan. He had great confidence in his means of escape, which even the human saints could not detect. The human saints did not know where they were at the moment, so even if they wanted to use some means, they could not find the target.

The source of the evil god's terror guessed half right. Wang Yan did not know his current location, but he did not guess that Wang Yan had such a strange magic weapon as the Three Arrow Book with Nail Head in his hand. It only took a little of his blood to work on him across thousands of mountains and rivers.

The evil god, the source of terror, who had ruled out the correct answer at the first opportunity, only thought that there was something strange about the host he had chosen. He was so panicked that he no longer cared whether his position would be exposed. All he wanted now was to immediately leave the body of this host whose strangeness he did not know.

After just a few attempts, the evil god, the source of terror, was horrified to find that the body he had controlled so freely seemed no longer his own. He wanted to struggle, but found that his eyes were becoming increasingly heavy.

On the other side, Wang Yan did not continue to stay with Wang Mang. After seeing Zang, Wang Yan realized that the alien saint had also completed the restoration of his own world, which made Wang Yan feel a sense of urgency.

After all, before entering the third stage of civilization advancement, each of the five alien races had already exhausted all the potential of their race and developed to the limit of civilization at that time. After entering the third stage of civilization advancement, the strength of those alien races will also be improved by leaps and bounds.

Although there are already six saints in the prehistoric world, in fact, only Wang Yan stands on the side of the human race. From this point, it can be seen that the power of the prehistoric world is like a pile of loose sand. As for the alien race, Wang Yan believes that when his agreement with the five alien saints expires, the number of saints in each alien world will reach the limit that a world can bear.

No matter it is the ancient world or the alien world, as long as it is a big world in this chaotic world, it is subject to the rules of the Tao. You must know that when a creature becomes a saint, it must entrust a wisp of its soul to the rules of the world, and the rules of each world are limited, and there are only enough for the soul imprints of 8 saints.

Back in the Heavenly Palace, at this moment most of the cultivators in the Heavenly Palace followed the three legions led by Senju Hashirama, Wuming, and Liu Feifei to go to the prehistoric world to eliminate the alien invading teams found by Wang Yan. Wang Yan did not hide the news that those who eliminated the alien teams would be rewarded by Heaven, so the cultivators among the human race who had ideas of cultivating to become more powerful all went. Wang Yan also wanted to see if there were any buried geniuses among the human cultivators.

At this moment, only the Thunder Emperor Legion of the Thunder Angel is defending Heaven. After all, most of the ordinary human beings still live in Heaven.

Although the Heavenly Palace is guarded by the Nine Cauldrons of the human race, it is too large. The barrier of the Nine Cauldrons always has weak spots that are easily penetrated by malicious creatures from the ancient times. Moreover, ordinary people of the human race also need to be watched by cultivators. The human population is too large, and the human race is afraid that ordinary people will be instigated by restless elements and cause chaos.

At this moment, Chen Xi did not stay in the Heavenly Palace. Wang Yan was planning to make Chen Xi the seventh saint in the prehistoric world, so Chen Xi also went to kill aliens to accumulate contribution points.

Wang Yan sat on the throne of the Human Emperor in the empty Heavenly Palace, thinking that the cleansing of the alien races was still too slow, so he used his magical powers to transform into the Three Pure Ones.

“My three fellow Taoists, thank you for taking this trip.” Wang Yan bowed to his three clones. At the same time, the God-killing Spear and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree flew out of Wang Yan’s body, and the Nine Cauldrons also appeared from the void and were taken away by each of Wang Yan’s three clones.

After Wang Yan's three clones each received the magic weapon, they bowed to Wang Yan and said, "You are too polite, fellow Daoist. We are going." After that, their figures disappeared directly in the Heavenly Palace. They all used their space magic to rush to the locations of the three major legions of the human race, wanting to see the combat performance of the human cultivators.

When humans were still living on the primitive land, the Nine Cauldrons were the foundation of the barrier for the entire human territory. After the entire human race ascended to heaven, the Nine Cauldrons became the core of the entire heaven's defensive barrier. Wang Yan asked his clone to take the Nine Cauldrons away, which meant that heaven no longer had a barrier. The demons, witches, and the remnants of the race who were fighting in a three-way melee on the primitive land all discovered the changes in the sky at the first opportunity.

Di Jun and Tai Yi, who were commanding the battle between the demon clan and the witch clan at the front line, looked at each other. Although neither of them spoke, they both tacitly understood the meaning of each other's look, which was whether they should kill to the sky and pull the high and mighty human race off the altar. After all, if they wanted to end this catastrophe, they would have to sacrifice most of their demon clan, witch clan and the remaining people. If there was one more human to share the killing, then the demon clan would have fewer people killed.

Opposite the demon army, in the center of the witch army, after Wang Yan summoned away the Nine Cauldrons of the human race, the Twelve Ancestral Witches also felt that the barrier between heaven and earth had disappeared. At this moment, the human race's heaven was like a peeled durian, emitting an irresistible rich aroma that tempted the witch clan to take action.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches naturally had the same idea as Di Jun and Tai Yi. If there was one more race to share the killing calamity, the number of people in the Witch Clan who would die would be much less. Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Zhurong, who had the hottest temper, looked up at the sky, bursting out with a strong desire to fight, and was eager to try. Fortunately, Di Jiang, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, spoke in time, so Zhurong did not fly directly into the sky.

On the side of the Remnant People, Zhuo Feichen was learning Zhou Xingzu's tactics and using the fusion magic card to merge himself with Ra's Pterosaur. He temporarily gained the strength of the seventh level of Quasi-Saint and also sensed the changes in the sky, but he knew how powerful the human race was and did not think this was an opportunity for the Remnant People. He still commanded the Remnant People's warriors step by step to launch an attack on the Demon Tribe and the Witch Tribe.