In the divine space, on the floating island, the brilliant light faded away, and a figure gradually became clear.

When Chen Hao saw this figure clearly, he was a little surprised.

Because, the person who made Sun Wukong and Yang Jian look solemn, was an old man with a hunched back and wrinkled face.

The old man is already very old, his eyes are turbid, his face is full of traces of erosion from time to time, his body is dry, and his fingers are as thin as bamboo joints. If he hadn't been moving forward and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Chen Hao would have thought that this was a dead corpse.

The old man walked forward slowly with a crutch and a very wide white robe, with a kind smile on his face.

If an ordinary person sees this old man, he should be close to him and thinks he is easy to get along with.

But Chen Hao is different.

As the old man got closer, Chen Hao's body instinctively tensed.

This is a body warning, reminding this old man that it is very dangerous!

"Master God!"

After the old man appeared, the Fusang gods who had just retreated and their momentum declined to the bottom of the valley immediately ignited their fighting spirit, their decayed faces were full of hope again!

The old man in white robe looked at the gods below, smiled and nodded, and raised his hand to signal the gods to be quiet.

Then, the old man in white robe looked at Sun Wukong and Yang Jian.

"The two Chinese people have not seen each other for more than two thousand years. You are still so young. It seems that you have achieved extraordinary achievements in Shinto."

The old man in white robe smiled kindly, not looking at all aggressive, just like the old man in the neighboring village, very kind.

But no one in China was careless. Everyone was staring at the old man in white robe. His body functions were 100% active and he was always ready to fight.

You should know that there is only one Fusang who can make the gods of Fusang respectfully call him "Master God".

That is, in the Fusang mythology, the God Emperor and the Spiritual Producer are called the original three gods, and the Lord of Heaven’s Lord!

"The Lord God in the Heavenly Lord, you are indeed not dead."

Yang Jian took a step forward, and the trident in his hand flowed coldly, and the vertical pupils in his eyebrows were even more terrifying murderous intent.

Sun Wukong also stepped forward, the golden cudgel bloomed and killed everything, and cracks appeared in the surrounding sky!

It is not difficult to see that this seemingly kind-hearted and kind-hearted Lord of Heaven's Lord has a great grudge against Yang Jian and Sun Wukong.

As the head of the Fusang pseudo-god, the Lord of Heaven's Imperial God planned and led countless live sacrifices behind the scenes.

So his kindness and kindness at this moment is just a mask made of pretending!

"Two thousand and seven hundred years ago, you ordered the fake God of Fusang to come to my Huaxia to celebrate the living sacrifice. At that time, for various reasons, I could not settle the score with you. Today I will definitely pay your blood debts and blood debts!"

Yang Jian snorted coldly, and the trident in his hand swept directly towards the Lord of the Imperial God in the sky.

Sun Wukong was too lazy to say a word, so he waved the golden cudgel and smashed it to the head of the Lord of the Heavenly Emperor.

Rumble!

At this moment, Yang Jian and Sun Wukong did not have the suppression realm and used the power of the Mahayana realm.

The sky of Fusang cannot withstand such terrifying explosive power at all.

A huge crack appeared in the sky.

Moreover, the crack spread rapidly, and in an instant, it tore the entire sky, dividing the sky above Fusang into two.

The sky was torn apart, and Fusang's space could not be stable anymore. It was shaking constantly, the earth was trembling, and the surrounding sea began to roar. The waves caused by the tsunami were as high as a hundred meters. If it poured down, it could swallow half of Fusang in an instant.

Looking at the rushing tsunami, the Fusang people were shocked and quickly looked at the gods in the sky:

"Gods, please save us!"

"The great Lord of Heaven's Lord, please use your magical powers to calm the tsunami!"

"Lord God, we are your devout believers, and we are merciful and save us!"

The people in Fusang cried and begged.

However, the Fusang gods seemed to have not heard it and did not look at these Fusang people at all.

Because the sky was shaking, their scalp was numb and they were extremely scared, so how could they have the heart to care about those mortals?

To them, the Fusan mortals on earth were nothing but their tools to the Supreme God.

Since it is just a tool, why should I save it? If I die, I will die!

As for the main god in the sky, he had no intention of saving Fusang mortals, because he was the main target of Yang Jian and Sun Wukong, at the center of the storm. His forehead was covered with sweat at this moment, and he was trying his best to fight against Yang Jian and Sun Wukong.

Moreover, even if he had the spare time, he would not save these Fusang mortals.

Today he walked out of the deep divine space and was not prepared to continue using the Fusang mortals to perform live sacrifices, but was preparing to use the entire Fusang one-time live sacrifice to make his last try!

Therefore, whether these Fusang mortals are dead or alive has nothing to do with him.

Seeing that no god helped him, all the Fusang mortals were desperate.

"how so?"

"The gods we worship actually ignore us!"

"Are we so humble in the eyes of the gods?"

The mortals in Fusang cried bitterly, and looked at the waves getting closer and closer, and felt as if they were dead.

In the sky, there was a practitioner from the Star-Slaying Pavilion frowned slightly, looked at Chen Hao, and asked in a low voice:

"Mr. Chen, do we want to save them?"

Chen Hao glanced at the practitioner. Before he could speak, Chen Nian next to him said first:

"Why save them?"

Chen Nian looked at the Fusang mortal on the ground and said:

"As far as I know, the ancestors of these guys have committed unforgivable crimes against us in China, and they have not faced these crimes, nor paid the price for them."

"Maybe these guys are not the same as those who committed the crimes at the time, but it is natural for the father to pay the debts and sons to pay the blame. They are descendants of the blood of those sinners, and there is also blood of sin flowing in their bones. They are not worthy of mercy!"

After Chen Nian came to China from Changsheng Island, he learned a lot of Chinese history and had a very sad memory of some of the pain points of modern China.

So although Chen Nian is kind-hearted, he also has a deep hatred for Fusang.

Chen Nian has never been just kind. Her kindness has choices and is even more sharp!

Chen Hao touched Chen Nian's head and said to the practitioners of the Star-Slaying Pavilion:

"Niannian is right. These people are bleeding from sin in their bones. This is not unfair to them. Until just now, they still had ambitions and hoped to replace China and become the overlord of the world, so they should repent."

"Besides, even if they want to save them, they should be the gods they believe in to save them. Even the gods they believe in are unwilling to take action. What reason do we have to take action?"

Chen Hao said seriously:
Chapter completed!