I am a living immortal.

"You're kidding us."

"Hehehe, I don't have the time to joke with you. Maybe I didn't explain it clearly enough. Now I'll explain it more clearly. You should tell me what you know. Otherwise, you will suffer."

Shenlong's words were completely unsympathetic, his gaze sweeping across the group coldly. They already had a grudge, and now their interests were conflicting. So why would they be so kind? Furthermore, judging by their attitudes, they might have figured out a solution. In that case, they couldn't be kept alive.

"I personally advise you all to think carefully." Mirage Dragon pointed at the old turtle that had fainted from the electric grilling next to him.

"After all, the situation is in my hands now. After all these years of settling down, hasn't your mind cleared up yet? No matter how you explain or whether you accept it, the outcome won't change at all. At most, you'll just get a beating. Why bother?" The Mirage Dragon was still as sharp-tongued as ever.

Although what he said made sense, so what? They were not that magnanimous.

"At worst, we'll be defeated. We're not to be trifled with."

"Why waste your time talking to him? He really thinks we're just soft persimmons!"

Mirage Dragon shook his head helplessly at this group of stubborn guys.

"In that case, let's start fighting!"

The mirage dragon took a step back, while Su Mu took a step forward. His aura trembled, and the spiritual energy around him trembled slightly. If the other party was the real body, he might still be a little apprehensive, but several clones might not be enough.

"A few of you are offended!"

"Hmph!" Four talismans flew out of Su Mu's body, one for the Spring Equinox, the Great Heat, the Beginning of Autumn, and the Great Cold.

Four talismans appeared in an instant, representing the scorching sun, endless frost, bleak autumn wind and spring.

These four seasons merged into the palm of his hand. Su Mu clenched his palm and white light burst out from between his fingers.

Seeing this scene, the expressions on the three gods' faces finally changed. They knew Su Mu was strong, but they had never imagined him to be so strong. The recast white light smudged the surrounding space like ink on white paper, making it difficult to open your eyes.

The surrounding space seemed to be blocked by an invisible force.

The feeling of being in the hands of others lingered, and the three gods sensed a deadly danger.

After the white light dissipated, they truly understood that the feeling just now was not an illusion. They were now being pinched in Su Mu's palms, and the five towering pillars were slowly retracting.

It seemed as if they could be crushed to death in an instant...

The three gods exchanged a glance, their divine light radiating simultaneously. One of them sprouted crimson-colored feathers, and the air and surroundings erupted in flames and smoke. Behind him, a single-legged crane spread its wings.

That is Bifang.

The remaining two also showed their unique skills.

Black smoke appeared on his body, and sounds like a baby crying echoed in his ears. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a strange leopard-patterned bird with horns on its head.

The strange bird circled toward Su Mu. Beneath its wingspan was endless black smoke, and within that smoke, countless souls clung to it, crying and clamoring, tears of blood seeping from the cracks between its wings. Countless wronged souls, the spirits of those who suffered untold suffering and unjust deaths, now materialized one by one, spurred on by the bird's ferocity. The dignity of the gods must not be violated!

"So what if I can rebuild the space? I'm going to devour you, bone and marrow!"

Pitch-black death energy mixed with wilderness flames exploded from his hands, blasting out raging chaos, trying to contend with Su Mu's fingers! !

The last remaining god sighed. He hadn't spoken before, and he didn't intend to speak now. He saw clearly that the opponent's strength was such that even his true form would be a formidable challenge. What mattered if he shouted fiercely, or spoke harshly? He had been captured in a single blow, and now he was struggling against the opponent's fingers, and there was no guarantee he would be able to withstand it.

This scene was so funny no matter how you looked at it that it even made him laugh out loud.

He didn't try to dissuade them. He'd experienced the ferocity of those two birds before. Now, being held like a chicken in someone's hand, they were about to explode, clamoring helplessly. Neither the raging flames nor the bone-eating, soul-devouring black mist could stop the fingers from closing.

The light became dimmer and dimmer.

Until finally, the fingers were completely closed together, pressure was applied to his body, and the surroundings were pitch black. Then he heard two screams and curses after the screams: "I won't let you go! Just wait! Just wait!! Ahhhhh!!"

Then it stopped abruptly and was refined in an instant.

It was just a moment of distraction, and when he opened his eyes again, he met the eyes of the mirage dragon that were almost curved with a smile.

"You're really well prepared."

"That's inevitable. Things like this certainly require thorough preparation. I wouldn't dare come here alone. So, I've found a thug, and he's incredibly powerful. To be honest, even if you didn't tell me, he should be able to pry open this treasure trove with his bare hands."

Hearing this, the only remaining god looked at Mirage Dragon and asked, "Has this kind of existence already appeared in the outside world?"

"I don't know~ Anyway, let me meet one."

Hearing this, the god seemed to have thought of something and chuckled twice: "You must have been beaten like a dead dog by the other party!!"

The mirage dragon, who had originally had a happy expression on his face, suddenly collapsed.

"You were right. I was thinking you were so happy when we got beaten. It turns out you wanted to share the good and the bad times with us."

"Tsk, so what? I'm standing here looking at you, Dang Kang, and that old turtle."

Dang Kang did nothing, but he had a good temper, otherwise he would not be the auspicious beast in charge of agricultural harvest, and he would not be the same as the old turtle that crawls beautifully alone without fighting or competing.

So Su Mu did not refine him instantly.

"I say... have you chosen your side?" Dang Kang asked, looking at Mirage Dragon and then at Su Mu. Although he had been staying in the Ghost Market, he knew those gods. When the world truly recovered, a battle with the creatures of the outside world would inevitably ensue.

That's why he asked Mirage Dragon if he had already chosen his camp.

Shenlong said indifferently: "I have disliked those people for a long time. Do you like them?"

Dang Kang was silent for a while, then chuckled twice: "I don't like it."

"That's it, stop laughing. Do you really think you're stupid?"

"Is not it?"

"Then tell me, why are you in the Ghost Market of Youxu? Tell me."

"Okay, I'm not stupid." Dang Kang admitted it without a trace of embarrassment at having his disguise exposed. A good temper is a good temper, but that doesn't mean it's easy to bully. These gods have lived too long, even a pig would become a spirit.

What's more, Dang Kang is really a pig.