Once you reach the first level, if you want to advance further, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

But the time left for him is shorter than that left for the national football team.

If he wants to stand firm in the coming catastrophe and defend the Central Plains, he must advance to the rank of Half-Step Martial God.

Half-step Martial God, throughout the ages, only Shenshu has reached this level.

The difficulty can be imagined.

Wei Yuan muttered:

"I will show you a clear way to go to sea!

"It is impossible for Huang to kill all the descendants of gods and demons. It will most likely only attack the powerful descendants of gods and demons. The 'Netherworld Silkworm' you saw is an example. Didn't the nine-tailed fox go to sea? Ask her for a map and

That’s the detailed information.”

Xu Qian nodded:

"That's what I think too."

After failing to hunt the Garo tree, his only way out was to go to sea and hunt the descendants of gods and demons.

"By the way, Mr. Wei, there is something I haven't told you." Xu Qian took a deep breath:

"God Gu told me that originally the first-grade martial artist in the Central Plains should be you. The person Jian Zheng originally chose was you."

He told Wei Yuan the future foreseen by the Gu God.

Wei Yuan sat quietly for a long time, nodded slowly, and looked deeply at Xu Qian:

"Jian Zheng chose me, so he may not be right. But both Jian Zheng and I chose you, so it must be right."

He immediately smiled:

"I am very satisfied with my current life, Ning Yan, you should suffer for me."

Xu Qian smiled bitterly, "Maybe this is fate."

Western Region.

The Duerhan returned to Aranda under the stars and the moon. What he saw before his eyes were ruins, collapsed stones and mounds of earth, piled up into hills of different heights.

The ground seemed to have been scraped off several layers and was full of cracks. There were traces of the aftermath of the war for dozens of miles around.

On the plain in front of the ruins, more than 3,000 monks sat cross-legged, chanting scriptures in the dark to save the souls of the dead.

The Sanskrit sounds are connected in succession.

Du'eluohan was mentally prepared, but after witnessing the tragic situation of Alanto with his own eyes, he still felt strong sadness and desolation in his heart.

Aranda, this sacred mountain in the Western Region, was destroyed in one fell swoop!

For devout monks, this is tantamount to destroying their faith.

Du'e is also a devout Buddhist disciple, and his mood is extremely complicated.

"Amitabha!"

Du'e Arhat clasped his hands together, his face full of sorrow.

"Whose hands did you lose to?"

At this time, the voices of men, women, and children, which could not be distinguished, sounded behind me.
Chapter completed!