As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

"The death of the Great Wilderness Saint opens up the world to competition!"

As soon as the shadow in the emperor's robe said this.

It was as if his words were followed by laws, and the roar of the great way resounded through heaven and earth.

The entire battlefield was instantly filled with heavy rain, the Dao was everywhere, and the sword light between heaven and earth was visibly expanding outwards, gradually merging with the battlefield of Return to Truth Realm.

this moment.

Whether it is the holy battlefield or the holy ruins.

Everyone looked up at the shadow of the emperor's robe that was as bright as the sun across the sky, and all the cultivators below the Saint Realm knelt on the ground.

This is a quasi-emperor who illuminates the entire Holy Ruins.

When he spoke.

The heaven and earth resonate with it, the road paves the way for it, and all people in the world bow to it!

And these few short words sounded like the coldest judgment to the cultivators of the Great Wilderness. Even though they had already prepared for the fall of all saints and the loss of the Great Wilderness's fortune, they still felt despair when they heard the cold words of a quasi-emperor.

This feeling of despair spread across Zhuluyuan and gradually turned into unwillingness.

"Why..."

On Zhulu Plain, a disciple of the Ye family muttered to himself in a low voice that his younger brother died in the Huaxu Realm battlefield, his older sister died in the Tongxuan battlefield, and his parents died in the Dongtian battlefield. Now he was the only one left in his family.

He knelt on the meadow, letting the heavy rain fall on his face. His eyes gradually turned bloodshot, and he kept muttering, his voice getting louder and louder.

"Why..."

"Why..."

More than 100,000 cultivators from the Great Wilderness entered the Holy Ruins, but only one in ten are still alive. The entire Zhulu Plain is hung with white silks, and everyone has friends and relatives who have died. So when the hoarse voice of the Ye family disciple spread through the wind and rain, the cultivators from the Great Wilderness who were kneeling on the ground gradually raised their heads and stared at the shadow of the emperor's robe that illuminated the Holy Ruins.

yes...

Why?

Why should the fight for supremacy be restarted but the destiny of the Great Wilderness be cut off? Why does everyone on this battlefield regard the Great Wilderness as a straw dog? Why does everyone regard the cultivators of the Great Wilderness as prey? Why is the Great Wilderness being treated as a sacrifice?

"Why!"

The cultivators in the Great Wilderness are very weak, and their number is the smallest among the several worlds.

Because for thousands of years, it is the Great Wilderness that has been guarding the Great Wall of the human race. Countless geniuses have died at the Great Wall of the human race, and countless alien races have been suppressed in the forbidden area, which has exhausted the foundation of the Great Wilderness and its vitality. The Great Wilderness has become a so-called place of exile.

But it was this group of Great Wilderness monks who were as humble as ants. When they looked up at the sky at the same time, when those low and hoarse shouts spread out, the entire Holy Ruins fell silent.

There was a loud thunder and heavy rain fell, trying to drown out the hoarse sound.

But that voice was like a devil's voice, and it still reached everyone's ears clearly.

at the same time.

In the vast wilderness, the prime minister’s residence in Chang’an City.

Su Ru, who was sitting in the study updating the territory of the Tang Dynasty, suddenly looked up at the sky, with a look of horror in his eyes.

next moment.

His figure disappeared and appeared in the brothel. He looked at the bright yellow figure fishing on the Luobao Tower and said in a heavy voice, "Your Majesty, something has happened in the Holy Ruins. I'm afraid the luck of the Great Wilderness will be cut off!"

"What should I do?"

The hand of the bright yellow figure holding the pole trembled slightly, but there was no fluctuation on his face. After more than three years as an emperor, he had long been accustomed to facing heavy snow and avalanches in front of him without changing his expression, and he had some imperial bearing.

"I don't know..."

Su Ru sighed and said, "When I looked at the sky, I only saw darkness. The Great Wilderness Emperor Star was dim. I didn't know how to break the situation. It seemed as if the heavens had abandoned the Great Wilderness, and even..."

"Even what?"

The bright yellow figure asked.

Su Ru said: "I even suspect... the opening of the Holy Ruins this time is probably a game between heaven and the Great Wilderness. Heaven wants to destroy the Great Wilderness and cut off its future..."

"Heaven wants to destroy my great wilderness..."

The bright yellow figure looked silently into the distance.

After a long time, he stood up and said slowly: "That idiot Chen Zhian said a lot of things, a lot of which were nonsense, but there was one sentence that I thought was pretty good. When I was in Cangzhou, every time I wanted to give up, I would always think of it and benefited a lot from it."

"Fighting with people is fun, fighting with the sky is fun!"

"When we see this thief God as a human being, we will find that He is not so scary."

Having said that.

The bright yellow figure turned around and looked at Su Ru, and said calmly: "Prime Minister Su, the Great Wilderness is handed over to you. If I don't return, you can choose an emperor yourself!"

"Your Majesty is going to the Holy Ruins?"

Su Ru's face changed slightly, and he shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, the fate of the Great Wilderness was cut off, which only cut off the path of cultivation. The vitality was exhausted and it was impossible to practice. You are the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and ordinary people are also your subjects. You should put the overall situation first and should not put yourself in danger."

"Prime Minister Su, if the destiny of the Great Wilderness is cut off, the path is cut off, and no one can climb high and see far, will the Great Wilderness still have a future and dignity?"

The bright yellow figure shook his head and said, "When that day comes, after our generation dies, I'm afraid that any little demon from the God and Demon world who comes to the Great Wilderness will be regarded as a god by the people, any little monk from Xumi Heaven will be regarded as the Buddha, and any Taoist child from the Immortal Martial World will be regarded as a banished immortal...

Until then.

Life, death and plunder all depend on their thoughts.

How can the Great Wilderness resist those gods and Buddhas who can move mountains and fill the sea?

Until then.

Everyone will surely pray to gods and Buddhas and kneel down before demons in order to survive.

Who among the people of this world can still stand up straight? What is the difference between this and the ancient times when the road was not yet opened and people were kept in captivity by gods, demons and myriad races?

Heaven is ruthless.

Use the world as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces.

Since I have been trapped in the game and cannot escape, even if it means sacrificing my life, I must make some movement on the chessboard..."

Su Ru was slightly startled.

After a long silence, he bowed to the ground and said, "Your Majesty, I will protect the Great Wilderness for you and wait for your triumphant return!"

"Thank you, Prime Minister Su!"

The bright yellow figure looked far into the distance and walked towards the sky step by step.

Every step he took.

A trace of Chang'an City's luck gathered under his feet.

When he ascended into the void.

The strands of luck had already condensed into a brilliant golden dragon that was a hundred feet long. He stood on top of the golden dragon with his hands behind his back. After looking down at Chang'an, he suddenly laughed and murmured, "Zhi'an, this prosperous age is what you wished for. How can I bear to let him die in my hands, Li Cheng'an..."

A moment.

He smiled carefreely, waved goodbye to Chang'an City silently, and disappeared silently into the sky...

......

Deep roars were heard in Zhulu Plain. The Tang Emperor Li Chengan had not yet entered the Holy Ruins.

The fighting in the Holy Land battlefield had already begun.

A saint from the Haotian Sect attacked fearlessly, evolving the Eighteen Moves of Chaos. Nine celestial beings threw nine terrifying fists at An Lan, leaving a terrible wound on her body, and the saint's forehead was pierced by a finger mark.

Cut off the sky finger!

An Lan's most terrifying sacred technique.

It is also her most powerful killing move. Almost every saint who died in her hands had their Dao principles wiped out by the Heaven-Cutting Finger.

But this time she failed.

Although the saint's forehead was pierced, he did not die.

Because at the same time An Lan took action, the Lord of the Temple of Gods and Demons also took action.

He was a black-haired young man wearing a black robe, with a stern face and devilish light flowing in his eyes. As one of the three giants in the world of gods and demons, he was also a holy king. With his bare hands, he only threw out one punch, and the void where An Lan was standing was turned into chaos.