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

In the wild mountains.

A saint in the world of gods and demons muttered to himself, his eyes filled with horror.

The other saints were all shocked.

This is a living blue dragon that has lived from ancient times to the present. Although it is only an imperial weapon now, it was an imperial weapon from the creation of the world. Its killing power is not inferior to that of a quasi-emperor.

Add to that the Quasi-Emperor Domoro, who would dare to kill the God Emperor, and who could kill the God Emperor?

“It is indeed alive…”

Chen Zhian looked up at the green dragon. He was not as surprised as the others, but just felt a little uncomfortable.

When he first entered the Holy Ruins, Chen Zhian looked at Wolong Mountain with his divine eyes. He seemed to notice that something was wrong with Wolong Mountain. He had doubts at that time, but due to his low cultivation level, he could only choose to turn a blind eye.

Later, after entering the emperor's tomb and learning about the conspiracy of the Zhoutian Star Festival, Chen Zhian suspected that Wolongshan was the mastermind behind it.

It seems now.

Although it is not the mastermind behind the scenes, it is the imperial weapon of the mastermind.

There is no difference.

"When I entered the game with the sky, you were just mayflies. You are not qualified to kill me."

The God Emperor sat in the Divine Court, his eyes sweeping over everyone. Although his body was now broken and his principles were disordered and intertwined, he was still domineering and unparalleled.

"I may not be able to kill you, but if I beat the drum again, I may still be qualified to chop you down with a sword."

Just as the God Emperor spoke in a domineering voice, Chen Zhian sighed leisurely.

He looked very unhappy, uglier than ever before.

Because the luck in his body was dissipating madly, from the battlefield of Xushen Realm to the battlefield of Tongxuan Realm, and later to the luck of the Great Wilderness that was infused into his body, and even the golden dragon that he had eaten, at this moment, all of them were madly rushing into the Dengwen Drum!

Luck poured in, and the Dengwen Drum was filled with imperial power. It kept shaking in Chen Zhian's hand, as if it was about to soar into the sky, but it was still a little short of it.

"Not enough!"

Chen Zhian held the drum, his eyes gradually became crazy, and pale flames burned on his body: "Damn God, I'll give you back your things!"

next moment.

A world spread out, and the boundless luck of heaven and earth surged out from within him.

As the luck surged out, the sun, moon, and stars that were evolving in the area of twenty feet where he stood collapsed, the bleak wind and rain stopped, the Yin Temple collapsed, the world seed was extinguished, and the heaven and earth returned to dead silence.

Chen Zhian's black hair turned white in an instant.

He hunched over, looked at the trembling Dengwen drum, and said hoarsely, "Is that enough?"

"enough!"

A figure walked out from nothingness, holding the Dengwen drum.

The figure was wearing tattered armor with emperor's blood slowly flowing on the armor. He was eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows like knives and a full beard. His eyes were full of fatigue, yet so bright that it seemed as if there were sun, moon and stars in them.

Under his feet was a brown and mottled ancient city wall, with corpses strewn all over the ground and blood flowing like a river beneath the wall.

Among these corpses there were emperors, saints, and grand masters. Their bodies were all in tatters, their principles were all gone, and the corpses mixed together, forming a tragic picture of hell on earth.

The figure stood on the city wall, looking up at the sky.

He does not exist in the present world, but stands on the Great Wall of the human race that existed ten thousand years ago.

And beside the figure in imperial robe.

There was a blurry shadow standing side by side with him. The shadow had a gentle look as he looked at Chen Zhian from afar, nodded slightly to him, and then said something to Huang Gu.

next moment.

The figure in tattered armor suddenly grinned.

The laughter was rampant.

He grasped the Dengwen drum and punched it out.

After one punch.

The world suddenly became silent.

Wherever the fist passed, all visible and invisible matter turned into nothingness. The green dragon that covered the sky and the sun was instantly shattered into pieces, turned into a mass of flesh and blood, and was then sucked into the fist and turned into nothingness.

The body of the God Emperor, which was about to be reshaped, was shattered once again, and countless principles were wiped out.

"Ancient times!"

"How can it be!"

"It was Huang Gu, he threw a punch ten thousand years ago!"

Tamara wailed miserably as he looked at the figure. The golden wheel on his head dissipated, and he fled in panic the next moment, escaping back to the Xumi world.

Chen Zhian used the Dengwen Drum to summon the ancient times from ten thousand years ago, which made him feel a sense of connection.

In other words, he used the Dengwen Drum as a coordinate to anchor the Holy Ruins ten thousand years later for him, and then asked Huanggu to deliver a punch.

This punch.

It was handed down by the ancient emperor ten thousand years ago while standing on the Great Wall of the human race.

Flowing down the long river of time.

Hit the God Emperor today!