Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

Qi Lang had no idea what was happening outside, and he entered a world that seemed like a dream or reality.

He transformed himself into a minor priest, walking in the temple. Occasionally, someone would pass by him, in a hurry, looking as if they were in a hurry.

Qi Lang grabbed one of them and asked

"Where are you going?"

The priest waved his hand and said, "Lord God King is about to come out of retreat. Why are you not going to the altar to pay your respects? Don't bother me. Get out of the way."

God King.

Thinking of the man in his memory, Qi Lang followed him curiously.

The more you fly, the more people there are.

Oh no, this is the realm of gods. The higher you fly, the more gods there are.

It looks no different from the human world.

After following the crowd for an unknown amount of time, I came upon a high platform built in the dense fog of the sacred mountain. It was a thousand feet wide and there were already crowds of people around it, all meditating in the same place with their eyes closed, practicing spiritual cultivation.

The priest who came with Qi Lang stopped to straighten his clothes and glanced at this guy with low divine power.

"I have followed you all the way, and I see that you also respect the Lord God King. Just sit here and meditate to welcome him."

Only then did Qi Lang realize that there were people in the God Realm who were dissatisfied with Changying?

There is no rising or setting sun or moon in the divine world, and time is unclear. He meditated with the crowd under the platform, absorbing divine power.

When Qi Lang opened his eyes again, several blue lights shone from the clouds. Many people woke up from their meditation and looked towards the platform with burning and devout eyes.

A divine figure slowly emerged from the invisible place.

It's Changying.

Qi Lang recognized him at a glance, but Changying still had white hair.

His face was stern, his eyes as cold as an iceberg swept towards the place where all the gods worshipped, and he spoke slowly:

"I have entered the realm of the gods."

Suddenly, everyone cheered and worshipped Changying together. There are different realms for divine practitioners, and the god of heaven is the number one in the divine world.

……

Qi Lang's dream came to the temple again. This is Changying's shrine.

It just looks a bit depressed now.

The garden is full of cherry blossoms in full bloom, but no one is taking care of them, so they grow even more wildly.

After walking around for a while, I only found two servants of God who were guarding the gate and chatting.

"Lord God King likes cherry blossoms very much? Could this be his true spirit?"

"Sakura?" The other shook his head. "The Changying Divine King has been the true body of the Bone Lotus since the day he entered the Dao. How could he be a cherry blossom?"

"Then why are the cherry blossoms so difficult to take care of during these days?"

"Maybe there is Sakura in the Divine Ship? Okay, stop talking about the Lord Divine King."

Bone lotus.

Qi Lang silently thought in his heart that he could not call out the sword in his dream, but he remembered that Duan Wu was the Bone Lotus.

The statue in the main hall is really Duan Wu.

God King, Demon King.

The king of the divine realm that they had been pursuing turned out to be a demon.

Qi Lang found it a little funny and couldn't help but wonder what those so-called righteous people in the Sword Sect would do when they knew this news.

……

Jinzhu and Jintang walked into this most magnificent side hall together, looked up at the person in the air, felt the majestic spiritual energy in the hall, and smiled bitterly at each other.

They were late, and the greatest opportunity in this secret realm might have been taken away by someone else.

"Qi Lang." Jintang was envious and jealous.

He and Qi Lang entered the sect together, but he was always outshined and Qi Lang had to pick up things that Qi Lang didn't want as rewards.

This genius of his peers is the nightmare of countless disciples.

Jinzhu finally changed her previous pure and cute appearance, and endless cruelty burst out from her eyes.

"Brother, Qi Lang is still absorbing divine power at this moment, right?"

Jintang was stunned, not understanding what he meant.

"Kill him." Jinzhu turned his head, the malice in his eyes was even worse than Jintang's, which made people feel terrified.

"Let's kill him together before he succeeds."

Jintang raised his head. He was indeed jealous of Qi Lang, but when it came to killing someone, he didn't seem to hate him that much.

On the contrary, why does Junior Brother hate Qi Lang so much?

"The Sword Sect does not allow fellow disciples to kill each other..."

"Brother!" Jinzhu raised his voice, tempting him, "This is the inheritance of God. If the inheritor dies, will he choose the next one?"

As soon as he finished speaking, applause came from outside the door. Feng Yue took the lead and walked in, looking at Jinzhu with admiration.

"As expected of a disciple that even the Sword Sect's leader likes, he is indeed ruthless enough."

"It's just that your suggestion reminded me."

The seven members of the Kamikaze Sect gathered together and surrounded the two men. Feng Yue summoned his flute, ready to kill them while no one was around.

Jinzhu put away his malicious intent, walked in front of Feng Yue, and activated his martial arts.

"Brother Feng, if you want it, Xiao Zhu won't fight with you for it..."

Before he could finish his words, Feng Yue kicked him three meters away.

"Compete with me? Who do you think you are?" Feng Yue looked up at the man in the air, a complicated look flashed in his eyes. "In this generation, there is only one person in your Sword Sect who can be compared with me."

Qi Lang.

He mastered the sword skills at the age of 26 and was recognized as the top talent of the new generation.

Jinzhu looked at Feng Yue in disbelief, his martial arts skills were ineffective!

how come.

Could it be that Qi Lang has succeeded? He raised his head unwillingly and looked at Feng Yue again.

"Brother Feng! I'm sincere!"

Feng Yue put away the last bit of sympathy and raised his flute. Seeing this, everyone immediately cooperated with him in setting up the formation.

Qi Lang must die.

Whether for the sake of God's inheritance or the position of leader, he would not allow anyone to be above him.

The surging spiritual power blasted into the air with the intention of killing. The entire palace was shaken by the impact. Talang was overturned by the air flow, and Qi Lang fell from the air to the ground, but there was no sign of waking up.

"Killing your greatest rival like this is indeed a bit unfair, but there is no real right way in the world."

Others felt the source of the vibration and rushed over, seeing the scene before them.

The young man was lying on the ground, his life or death unknown. Feng Yue took the flute sword and stabbed it towards the place where his soul was nurtured.

Jintang closed his eyes. He didn't want to see Qi Lang die like this, but they couldn't beat Feng Yue.

For a long time, sounds of surprise came one after another.

Jintang opened his eyes and saw that the flute sword had broken into several pieces. Feng Yue seemed to have suffered a huge impact and was thrown onto the jade pillar. He was bleeding and his right arm exploded. It was a horrible sight.

A strange lotus rose from Qi Lang's soul, accompanied by a strong purple light, enveloping everyone.

Everyone present forgot to breathe for a moment.

A god-like man appeared out of thin air, with white hair and black pupils. His eyes were flashing with different colors, half black and half blue, and his lotus pupils were filled with murderous intent.

"You want to kill him?"

Feng Yue didn't dare to respond and endured the pain and pretended to be dead.

The man turned around and looked at Jinzhu

"You want to kill him too?"

Jinzhu shook his head wildly, his fingers trembling.

This is……

This is God...

It’s divine power…

Why can Qi Lang summon gods?

……

In his dream, Qi Lang watched the white-haired God King teasing a little black dragon that had just reached adulthood.

Changying's original name was Changying.

"Your name is Changying? Is it the pink one?" The little black dragon was very proud. "I saw her when I was born."

The God King smiled and nodded.

"If you say so, then so be it."

From then on, the God King Changying changed his name to Changying, and planted ten thousand acres of divine cherry blossoms for one man, just waiting for him to return after surviving the calamity.

It turned out to be an illiterate little dragon who changed the name of the Lord God King without any evidence.