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Chapter 909: I dont see you when I lower my head, but I see you when I raise my head.

When Fang Han devoured the three heavenly kings, Xu Lang was still fighting against the gods.

With just a few clicks, the two divine kings were killed by Xu Lang. The overflowing divine power and other laws were naturally absorbed by the World Tree, and this accumulated power caused the magic weapon in Fang Han's body to buzz continuously.

Ming.

"Xu Lang!"

From the deepest part of the divine world, a cry came. This voice was like a whisper before the beginning of the world. It transcended all languages, but it could be understood and understood by everyone, and it struck deep in the heart.

Produce worship.

Amidst such sounds, a huge and boundless figure walked over from the void.

The void is evaporating, the air is overflowing, and the distracting thoughts in the hearts of many gods are immediately absorbed and surrendered. The endless blessing spells become the praises of the gods, surrounding the saint king, the ancestor of the gods.

Xu Lang did not flinch in the face of the Protoss, and finally made the Protoss use the final resort, letting figures like the First Saint King take action.

"You are challenging the supreme overlord!"

When the ancestor of the Holy King stared at him, he had already launched an attack. The space destruction of trillions became gears in the void. The moment he stared, Xu Lang withstood the attack of trillions.

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Endless time and space are being destroyed.

Endless time and space are being created.

Endless time and space are spreading the praises of the ancestor saint king.

After the First Saint King appeared, all things in the world were based on the First Saint King. Time was like the progress bar in the player, space was like origami, and everything was manipulated according to the will of the First Saint King.

But the void where Xu Lang stopped was an existence that could not be manipulated by the ancestral saint king.

"Tian Yuan Strike!"

"Mythical blow!"

"A strike of fortune!"

"Origin Blow!"

"Strike of Truth!"

Facing the ancestral saint king, Xu Lang fired five moves in a row. These five moves were Taoist Hongmeng's Tianyuan strike, the old man's secret skill, origin, truth, and the ultimate magical power of creating the three immortal kings.

While performing the five moves, five doors appeared behind Xu Lang, covering everything about the ancestor of the Holy King.

Black holes and white holes, thousands of births and deaths.

At this moment, Xu Lang and the Ancestral Saint King were colliding. They really had the momentum of two supreme beings fighting to the edge of the universe and wiping out the avenue.

A long river emerged behind the founder of the Holy King.

After seeing this scene, the heavenly kings and even the immortals among the gods jumped into it one after another, integrated into the river, and contributed every drop of their strength to the ancestor saint king.

The First Saint King looked at Xu Lang in front of him and allowed Xu Lang's punch to pass through his body. Then he stepped into the long river of time and escaped towards the past years.

"Fate turns back and I am in charge, reversing time and reversing cause and effect!"

During the process of stepping, the Saint King of the Founding Father came to the Ascension Gate of the Xuanhuang World, and also came to the past of the current timeline.

In the past, the Ancestral Saint King suddenly took action and crushed Xu Lang who was squatting in the Yuhua Gate to report. At this moment, the Ancestral Saint King used his own power to reverse time and space and wanted to kill him.

When Xu Lang was at his weakest.

"This method is what I have left."

Xu Lang in the Yuhua Sect, who was originally supposed to be in the physical realm and had not even set foot in the secret realm of supernatural powers, raised his head and talked to the ancestor saint king. At the same time, in the past, Xu Lang stretched out his hand.

"Tian Yuan Strike!"

Xu Lang used one of his moves.

The Hongmeng Taoist relied on this move to beat the Saint King and managed to heal his wounds for countless years. Now the Yuan Ling of the Saint King has faced this move again, and the strength Xu Lang showed is like

He was the Hongmeng Taoist back then.

"boom!"

The stars and rivers flowed backwards, everything turned around, and the Saint King of the Origin was in shock. His whole body had returned to the current time point, which was the moment when Xu Lang's palm had just passed through the Holy King of the Origin.

"A strike of fortune!"

Xu Lang turned around and struck hard at the Saint King who had penetrated.

In the front was the bombardment of Tianyuan's blow, and in the back was Xu Lang's sudden hammer. At this moment, the ancestor saint king was thinking about the prosperous years of the past.

"He is indeed a figure in the realm of the Immortal King."

After the ancestral Saint King received two blows, he looked at Xu Lang and said in shock: "Which Immortal King are you? Why haven't you entered the Gate of Eternal Life?"

This power that transcends cause and effect and transcends time is exactly the strength of the Immortal King realm.

"It turns out that Xu Lang himself is also an Immortal King..."

Seeing this, many heavenly kings of the God Clan finally understood that the existence of the Immortal King was indeed not something they could touch.

Even though there are more than forty Heavenly Lords on the Protoss side, they are still no match for one Immortal King. In the whole world, the only Heavenly Lord who can truly touch the realm of the Immortal King is the Lightning Mother Heavenly Lord who has been favored by fate. But even though

It was the Lightning Mother Heavenly Lord, whose battle with the Immortal King of Creation also ended with his own reincarnation.

"The Immortal King..."

"This disaster should be over."

A wise man from the God Clan said: "Xu Lang and the Founding Saint King are both Immortal Kings. To them, the world is just a small muddy land. However, Xu Lang and the Founding Saint King cannot see when they lower their heads and look up, and they have no idea about many things in the world."

, but I won’t care too much.”

"The Immortal King will discuss it."

The God Clan felt relieved and watched Xu Lang negotiate with the First Saint King.

"Why go inside the door of eternal life?"

Xu Lang said with a smile: "I have said before that what is inside the Gate of Eternal Life are the dead bones in the grave. When you enter the Gate of Eternal Life, what if you get the energy of eternal life? When you come back, the world has changed!

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"No matter what the world becomes, it is also the narrative of the Immortal King. If the Immortal King wants to change, the world will change accordingly."

The Ancestral Saint King said coldly, he had traversed countless eras and was very clear about the rules of this world. As long as a new era opens up, he would still be the Ancestral Saint King among the gods.

"boom!"

Xu Lang struck the body of the Saint King with one palm, scattering the spirit of the Saint King and hanging him on the World Tree.

"It is indeed the fairy king's narrative. The fairy king wants to hang you on the tree of the world, so you must be on the tree of the world."

Xu Lang said indifferently.

Emperor Shitian opened his eyes on the World Tree, feeling that the pressure was much relieved, and what he saw was that his ancestors, the Holy Kings, were all hung on the World Tree.

"Holy King, it turns out you are here to relieve my pressure."

Emperor Shitian smiled bitterly, feeling that the gods had sent him away. After all, the incarnations of the ancestors and the holy kings were captured.

"The battle of geniuses in the universe is about to begin."

Xu Lang looked at the Ancestral Saint King and said, "You can also take a good look at it on the World Tree!"

The pressure suddenly came to the founder of the Holy King.

"escape!"

Tian Fei Wumo and others fled, but Xu Lang activated the World Tree and swept them away, just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. All the gods were hung on the World Tree, and they suddenly disappeared.

The world of God is left alone and empty.


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