What about the promised kings to return? All over the universe, major life planets are in a state of restlessness, and the evolvers of all races cannot believe it, staring at the light brain.

What are you broadcasting live now? Those senior and very famous commentators are talking about...the miserable conference?

What happened? For a moment, the evolvers of all races from all over the universe were dazed, completely confused, and completely ununderstood.

Especially the major powerful tribes are looking forward to the radiant light of the Qilins in their tribe, but what did they wait for?

At this moment, some old monsters prepared thousands of years of age in the clan, putting delicious dishes on the table, and were looking at the return of the pride of heaven in their clan and overwhelming the heroes.

However, the report sent back from the front was so sudden that they all petrified and froze there, looking confused. What about the king's divine ring? They wanted to return to the formation, become the strongest, and look down on their contemporaries in the universe, but they all turned into a group of fools?!

"The Emperor Wuliang Tianzun, you are so angry that your grandfather!"

"Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Golden Body Bodhisattva, your uncle, where is my Buddhist son?!"

In some places, many old guys usually have as stable as rocks and as quiet as green pine trees, but now they jump one by one, and blue veins on their foreheads appear.

The boy who served them was stunned and found that in the eyes of these old monsters, Wuliang Tianzun and Amitabha Buddha were almost the same as having a fucking mantra, your uncle.

Then, the group of boys were frightened and couldn't help but recite the mantra.

Their voices are tender and vibrato.

"Immortal... Heavenly Lord!"

"Mi...Da Buddha!"

Everyone in the universe was confused, as if they were drunk, and they were dizzy, and they couldn't believe the live broadcast ahead.

"After such a big incident, a group of geniuses were slaughtered?"

"It's not that it's completely slaughtered, but that some of the remaining souls came back. It's a pity that those old monsters were so happy that they were all old gods, but now they are furious and tremble all over!"

"Oh my God, it's really a miserable meeting. The chaos in the Dameng Pure Land is almost in trouble. Oh, how about the Daozi Jinlin I am most concerned about?"

There was a lot of discussion in the sea of ​​stars, like boiling water, and a hustle and bustle, like a nuclear weapon thrown into the heart lake where many people originally had some expectations, causing a strong earthquake and mushroom clouds covered the sun.

At this time, the Great Dream Pure Land was really a mess.

Near the temple, there were so many guests from all sides, including older people, cosmic geniuses who received golden invitations, and outstanding young men and women who came with their elders to watch the ceremony. They were shocked at this time.

"Brother, you pinch me, I heard it right. The geniuses who are known as the strongest in the universe... have all become fools?"

"Shh, whisper, don't talk nonsense, no one thinks you are a mute! What a fool, it's just that the soul light has returned, and now it's at most a fool!"

"Fellow Taoist, your sister is right. The so-called stupidity is connected together, and the meaning is almost the same."

"Brother Luo, you don't want to live anymore. Isn't this sprinkling salt on the wounds of the strongest tribes? You didn't see those old monsters' eyes were red. Whoever you catch is going to bite whom now? Besides, these big families have great methods, and maybe there are soul magic medicines in the tribe, which may help them recover, and they shouldn't be completely demented."

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Outside the temple, a group of young people were talking about it without restraint and unscrupulously.

In the temple, a group of old monsters jumped their feet, their lips were purple and their eyes were green. Everyone wanted to fight to the death, and they were extremely dangerous.

Of course, the calm among them is still trying to save the pride of heaven in the clan.

"Child, wake up, don't be so stupid!" The elder who said Zixia was pouring soul potion into his mouth, hoping to recover immediately.

Now don’t talk about the return of glory. The world is the best. You can return to normal. Don’t be fooled.

The elders of the Dayan War Body also roared and said, "You have been thinking about the Son of God of our clan for more than a year. It is clearly a gift from heaven. You have asked three questions: Who am I? Where do I come from? Where are you going? Directly pointing to the essence of the great way, we all amazed everyone. You have this talent, but you are a hero who is rare in the universe. What's wrong with this today? Is God jealous of talent?"

The old monsters among the guests who didn't care about themselves rolled their eyes after hearing this, and they wanted to say that the three problems of the great way began to shock everyone. Now it seems that it is clearly the son of the gods in your clan who are stupid and trying to recall themselves!

However, no one dares to say that if anyone dares to mention it like this, a bloody battle will surely occur.

"Son of Buddha, this is the Amitabha Sutra. You can recite it again to see if you can restore your soul light!" An old monk pulled Shi Hong and asked him to recite the ancient Amitabha Sutra.

"Why, Shi Hong can still recite scriptures, but our clan's war body cannot?" The father figure of the Dayan war body stared at the Buddhist clan with scarlet eyes.

The old monk turned his back and said, "Amitabha, have you not seen it? The guardian of our clan, Vajra Shiwu, cannot recite scriptures. Now he is as stupid as a wooden chicken, even worse than the son of your clan's god!"

"Wow..." A loud cry came from the other side. A wisp of yin energy emerged from the old monster of the corpse tribe, his eyes were green and like a hungry wolf. Even the crying sound was so unpleasant and sarcastic, and he roared: "Why, your son of god, war body, and Buddhist son have spiritual consciousness. Why is my Qilin son so miserable? He doesn't move at all and has no reaction. What about his soul? He didn't even escape from the remnant soul. Oh my god, are you jealous of talent?!"

"Sincere members of the God of Heaven, why are you like this? Their corpse tribes are cold and have no warmth at all. Why are the geniuses from the ancestral land of my God of Heaven, now, they are like this? The whole body is cold. Luo Shirong, messenger, what's wrong with you? The way of heaven is unfair!" The people of the God of Heaven also wailed, comparing to the people of the Corpse tribe.

"Nonsense, why are the people from my corpse tribe cold? The yin blood is strong!" The old man from the corpse tribe refuted.

"It's so miserable. The rare materials of the golden scales of Daozi in our clan were lost. This is our accumulation of tens of thousands of years and has been preserved until this life. It is for Daozi in the clan to use it, but it is actually lost!"

"Ah, my young master of the White Phoenix tribe was carrying a ball of real phoenix soul blood before leaving. He actually... disappeared and did not return!"

Near the temple, a group of people were speechless. This place really became a miserable event. The old monsters all hated and had blue veins on their faces.

As they told, everyone was frightened. These families had a deep foundation, and those proud sons were carrying rare treasures, killing weapons, etc., and suffered heavy losses.

Even Chu Feng was speechless, as if he had missed something. When he killed the young master of the Baifeng clan, he did not search carefully. It turned out that there was a ball of phoenix soul blood!

It is probably just ghost blood, so it won’t be regretful for the rest of your life.

"Dear viewers, friends from the evolutionary planets of the universe, hello, I am Leng Wuchang from the Black Blood Platform, and I risk my life to spread the news for you at the forefront. The big families are so miserable. These old monsters are going crazy. The miserable conference is in progress. As you can see, their eyes are red and they want to kill people at any time. I stand so far ahead and use my life to spread the news for you!"

While the Black Blood Platform was broadcasting live, the commentator also said something sensational to himself from time to time.

Then, he... was tragic!

Bang!

He was really slapped by someone. Fortunately, the sky eyes were strong and could not be destroyed by a saint. After escaping, the old monster on the black blood platform quickly stepped forward to block it, roared and reported to the substitution.

"Dear viewers, the tragic conference is now in full swing. Have you seen it? My colleague was shot to death. This is a sacrifice with his life. The risk is too great! Okay, the live broadcast continues. After the first tragedy of the Yaxian clan, the second tragedy, the Qilin's son of the corpse clan died, the third tragedy, the Buddhist son was crazy..."

The tragic conference was in full swing, shaking the entire universe, and evolvers everywhere felt too crazy.

Then, in Dameng Pure Land, I didn’t know who it was, and suddenly I started to pay attention to Chu Feng, because it seems that he was the last one to come back now.

"Wu Lunhua, the real king is back, the first person in this generation in the universe!" A girl holding her heart with both hands looked excited.

In an instant, everyone came to their senses. This was the fact that Wu Lunhui was the real last king, and the souls of other people who were favored were killed.

Especially when I thought that a god came for him not long ago, it was simply... shocking to all parties, so shocking.

In an instant, everyone's eyes looked at Chu Feng differently. This is the final winner, the strongest voice of the younger generation in the universe!

"A god, what does he call himself a martial god! He risked his life to settle the score with Wu Lunhui. It can be seen that Wu Lunhui has stirred up such a stir in that world. If he killed the descendants of the martial god, he would definitely have done other major events. He is really a hero and a young man!"

Someone sighed.

And when a group of young men looked at Chu Feng, they all looked shocked.

There were even many cosmic genius girls and others who greeted Wu Lunhua with charming smiles, with strange eyes.

"Oh no!" The commentator of the Black Blood Platform also realized that something was wrong. He did not pay enough attention to Wu Luanghui before and did not aim his heavenly eyes at him.

The commentator of the original beast platform looked excited and had already stood in front of Wu Lunhui and was conducting various live broadcasts.

There is no doubt that since this day, Wu Lunhua's face has been known throughout the universe, and everyone has seen this beautiful and slightly immature face.

He looks like he is fourteen or fifteen years old, with a delicate and handsome face, which is better than many women, especially his eyes as pure as crystal, clear and flawless, and looks extremely simple.

It is such a young man who is the best, becomes the strongest voice among his peers, and the true return of the king!

"Everyone, please remember that this is the King of Reincarnation - Wu Lunhua. He was hard to distinguish with the Demon Chu Feng at the beginning. Now he should be far better than the Demon Chu!" People from the Black Blood Platform came to join in the fun and introduced them with passion.

"Chu Feng, what is he comparing with Wu Lunhua now? It cannot be compared with that of the same. Now one is in the sky and the other is underground." An old woman from Dameng Pure Land smiled.

The old monster of the corpse tribe noticed outside the temple at this time. He saw Wu Lunhui with green eyes and shouted: "Wu Lunhui, why did you come back intact, but the Qiliner of our tribe die in a foreign land!?"

Outside the temple, Chu Feng was stunned and disliked him very much. In fact, everyone else was speechless.

Earlier, the old monster of the Corpse tribe looked arrogant and fearless. He once patted Chu Feng on the shoulder in public and said that he was pretty good, and his implication was far inferior to the Qiliner of the Corpse tribe.

But now, the Qilins of the Corpse Clan really become a corpse, while Wu Lunhui has truly risen.

A group of people were watching the show, and it felt that the corpse clan was too arrogant before, but now he was full of shame and became one of the most miserable people in the conference.

"Old monster, don't be suspicious." Someone couldn't stand it and said.

However, the murderous aura in the temple soared. People from other tribes, including the Taoist tribe, the Golden Sky Spider, the Dayan War Body tribe, all had cold eyes, looked here and stared at Wu Lunhua.

Even the old monk, who was interested in the birth of the Buddha, had a horrifying look on Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was disgusted. These old monsters were shameless and involved him. Fortunately, he did it. If it weren't for this, wouldn't they be unjustly accused of death?

For a moment, all the eyes of the sky were aimed at him.

At this moment, Wu Lunhua looked innocent, and his green and beautiful face was full of confusion. At the same time, those eyes were pure and flawless, without a trace of turmoil. The eyes were the window of the soul, as if you could see the bottom of his heart, giving people a feeling that was too simple.

"Dear seniors, I don't understand what you mean. I feel very sad when these Taoist brothers have an accident."

"Boy, come here!" The old monster of the corpse tribe opened his arms, and a big black hand was as big as a dustpan. It raided over with a bang, carrying an astonishing energy fluctuation, and the void was trembling, and the cracks were about to appear, with a huge yin energy, as if a ghost was born!

However, Wu Luanghui did not change his color at all. He stood there calmly, raised his hand suddenly and slapped him with a simple and direct face.

"Bang!"

Then, the next moment, the old monster of the corpse tribe with a golden body coughed up blood with a loud blazing mouthful of blood, staggered backwards, and almost flew up, and the yin energy in his body boiled.

As for the people around, they all felt the pressure of Mount Tai. The thin boy was like a revival of an ancient sacred mountain, and also like a human-shaped fairy beast, filled with blood, which was so terrifying.

Scream!

This is not the end. The yang energy leaked from Chu Feng was like flames, burning the void, making the old monster of the corpse tribe pale, and he quickly ran into the depths of the temple, with a look of horror.
To be continued...