Eight hundred years later, a towering mountain peak in the battlefield.
Usama was described as sitting haggardly in the open space. Although he was considered to be the pinnacle of power among gods, his essence and blood were extracted every once in a while. No matter how strong his body was, it was still intolerable.
"I'm so stupid, really, why didn't I take action more slowly back then?" Osama sighed. Although eight hundred years have passed, every time he recalled the stupid things he did back then, he wished he could go back in time and give himself a chance.
hand.
At this time, several figures flew over from a distance: "Haha, I didn't expect to see the enemy commander alone when the decisive battle is approaching. Lin Lei, Beibei, please don't argue with me."
"Don't worry, the boss and I won't argue with you, but don't let your boat capsize in the gutter."
"What a joke, will I, Lei Jing, lose?"
"Huh, do you really think that I, Osama, can be kneaded by anyone?" Osama was furious and was about to vent his anger on them, but when he heard Lei Jing's name, his anger quickly evaporated.
Most of it.
He couldn't afford to offend the Lord God's own son.
But soon, his smile turned ferocious: "If I can't offend you, how can I not offend others?"
When several people in the sky landed on the mountain peak, they couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Usama.
With such a skinny and skinny appearance, no one believes in him, let alone the leader of powerful men, even ordinary low-level gods.
A young man wearing a straw hat asked hesitantly: "Is this guy really a strong leader? Could it be that some soldier picked up the leader's badge?"
Lei Jing was not very sure: "There is indeed no such figure among the powerful leaders of the major planes, but it does not rule out that he temporarily challenged the position of lord like you."
Osama knew that her combined appearance was not known to everyone, but she still felt uncomfortable hearing their conversation: "Humph, are you worthy of killing me?"
"Oh, you have a bad temper." Lei Jing smiled and used his Amethyst Space, and a strong gravitational pull pulled Usama to fly towards the palm of his hand.
Osama opened his arms, his left hand was light, his right hand was dark, the light and darkness blended together, and the power burst out in an instant to break free from the constraints of gravity, and even blasted the Leis crystal away.
Lei Jing quickly stood up in the sky and looked at Osama with eyes full of disbelief: "This guy is so strong!"
His strength ranks among the top five among the many commanders in Purgatory, but the weak-looking guy in front of him is not weaker than him at all.
Osama was not surprised by this result. After breaking free from the restraints, he quickly flew towards the straw hat boy who looked the weakest among them.
Unexpectedly, the straw hat boy was not afraid to rejoice when he saw him targeting him: "Well done!"
The next moment, a huge phantom of the God-Eating Rat appeared behind him, opened its mouth and swallowed Usama.
Usama's expression changed, and the necklace around her neck glowed dimly, blocking the phantom of the God-Eating Rat.
Usama asked in shock: "God-eating rat? What is your relationship with Beirut?"
Beibei was even more surprised than him: "You actually have the main soul defense artifact?"
His innate magical power is invincible, and only the Great Perfection God and the strong man with the soul defense master artifact can block it.
"If you don't tell me, then go die!" Usama snorted coldly. Excluding the influence of his innate magical powers, this kid is just an ordinary high-level god who has not been integrated with the mysterious. He can kill him casually.
However, in the face of Osama's attack, Beibei did not panic at all. He was so angry that he shouted: "Boss, save me."
"Save you? Haha, don't do it..." Osama laughed loudly, feeling that the scenery in front of her changed, and the next moment she was caught in someone's hands.
This familiar sense of sight made Usama a little dazed. He was the same way eight hundred years ago, and was caught in an instant.
Beibei walked up to him and said playfully: "What? Aren't you going to kill me?"
Usama turned his head stiffly and looked at Linley who caught him: "Are you also in Dzogchen?"
"Of course my boss is Dzogchen." Beibei said hurriedly.
Hearing the affirmative answer from the mouth of the straw hat boy, Osama was about to become depressed. Was he cursed by an enemy who practiced the rules of destiny? He came to the plane battlefield and fought a few games, and met two great perfection gods.
What is the incredible probability?
Lin Lei did not pay attention to this, but asked: "Yeah? Which Dzogchen have you seen on the battlefield?"
Usama woke up with a start and said hurriedly: "Yes, you can't kill me. I am the prisoner of His Excellency Dzogchen."
He also had a darker thought in his mind. If the two Dzogchens fought, he might still be able to benefit from it.
"Prisoner?" After hearing Osama's words, several people were a little surprised that this guy with such a strong strength was actually a prisoner, but when they thought that the other party mentioned Dzogchen, they didn't find it strange anymore.
"Where is the Great Perfection God you mentioned?" Lei Jing asked.
"Right inside the mountain."
"What?"
Several people felt chills behind their backs. A powerful Dzogchen man was lurking nearby. It was really scary.
At this time, a figure came out of a cave not far away and clapped his hands gently: "Lin Lei, your growth really surprises me."
Hearing this familiar voice, Lin Lei was delighted: "Senior, you are here too!"
"Senior?" Osama's eyes widened. These two Dzogchen people actually knew each other, and they were both seniors and junior students.
It's outrageous that two Dzogchen students were born in one college.
Shen Ye looked at Osama calmly: "It's time to draw blood, why are you running around? Go back and draw the blood by yourself."
"Yes." Usama looked bitter and retreated to the cave consciously.
"Senior, what do you want his blood essence for?" Lin Lei asked curiously.
"He belongs to a special race. I'm going to do some experiments with his essence and blood, but you are not the real Dzogchen, are you?" Shen Ye asked.
"Ah? Sure enough, you can't hide the real Dzogchen?" Lin Lei smiled bitterly.
"That's not true. I feel the power of will in you. As long as you don't take the initiative to expose it, even the Lord God shouldn't be able to see your problem." Shen Ye said.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "But didn't you see it?" Lei Jing asked curiously.
"When did you have the illusion that those gods can compare with me?" Shen Ye said calmly.
Lei Jing and the two were stunned, this tone was too loud, but when they looked at Lin Lei and Beibei, they found that they believed it, and seemed to really think that even the main gods could not compare with Shen Ye.
"It's true that one dares to say it and one dares to believe it." Lei Jing couldn't help but curse in her heart.
Lin Lei said: "Senior, I am indeed not a Dzogchen. My soul mutated due to some special reasons. When my soul mutated, the laws of heaven and earth gave me the power of will."
Shen Ye nodded calmly: "The souls of the four series have mutated, and you have a good chance."
Seeing Shen Ye being so calm after hearing about the unprecedented four-series soul mutation, Lei Jing couldn't help but admire him in his heart. The magnanimity of a powerful Dzogchen man was extraordinary.
After sighing, Leisijing rolled his eyes and said, "Tell me, who is more powerful among the four series of soul mutations and the Great Perfection? Do you want a competition?"
Lin Lei shook his head hastily: "Of course I am not the senior's opponent."
"This problem is actually easy to solve." Shen Ye said calmly, "Lin Lei, you simply control the power of the Lord God to form a spiritual search, and see how far it can spread?"
"yes."
For ordinary powerful leaders, the power of the main god can only be used once, and it is used as it is used, but Dzogchen can control the power of the main god and use it multiple times.
Linley has the power of will, so he can naturally do this. There is no need to worry about wasting the power of the main god.
"Thirty-six thousand miles."
Hearing Lin Lei's answer, Lei Jing and the other two were startled. The powerful leaders like them could only spread out a hundred miles with the power of the Lord God. This gap was really too big.
Shen Ye nodded and said, "That's not bad. The power of an ordinary Dzogchen to control the main god only spreads out for eight thousand miles. The power of your will is indeed much higher than that of an ordinary Dzogchen."
"It's really better than Dzogchen." Lei Jing sounded envious, noticing the details in Shen Ye's words, and asked, "You just said that ordinary Dzogchen can spread eight thousand miles, what about you?"
"About eight hundred thousand miles."
Hearing Shen Ye's understatement, Lei Jing's eyes widened: "Eight hundred thousand miles? Is the power of your will a hundred times stronger than the ordinary Dzogchen?"
"That's not true, it's just that I'm better at using the power of will."
Lei Jing was puzzled: "But those Dzogchen practitioners have been cultivating for hundreds of millions of years. Is it possible that their use of the power of will is still inferior to yours?"
"What's the use of practicing for a long time?" Shen Ye said calmly, "Lin Lei, tell him how long you have been practicing?"
"More than two thousand years."
Lei Jing couldn't help but fell silent. How could he compare with these perverts?
It's boring, it's really boring.
Lin Lei smiled and asked: "Senior, the decisive battle is about to begin. Will you come back to the base camp with us?"
"A decisive battle?" Shen Ye said with deep eyes, "It's finally about to begin. Let's go. I can't wait for the show to take place."