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Chapter 750 The person in the portrait

"This is……"

The moment he saw the man's portrait, Mo Wangchen couldn't help but feel shocked in his heart.

Because he once saw a portrait like this in the Taoist Immortal Sect.

This painting is lifelike and has sharp corners, making the people in the painting seem alive.

The man's brows exuded an invincible and invincible aura, as if he was looking down upon the common people. He was once the pride of the human race, and in ancient times, he alone guarded the sky for thousands of years.

"The Immortal King Nangong is destroyed!" Not only Mo Wangchen, but also other geniuses who entered the hall at this moment also saw this painting.

Someone exclaimed, recognizing the identity of the person in the painting. It was the founder of the Taoist Immortal Sect, Immortal King Nangong Mie!

"Senior Immortal King was once the second generation honorary master of our Tianshen Academy. He achieved eternal peace for all sentient beings in Tiangang."

Just when everyone was surprised as to why Nangong Mie's portrait appeared here, a faint voice suddenly came from behind the hall.

I saw six hospital masters walking out side by side. Although the auras on their bodies were well hidden, they still gave Mo Wangchen and others a great sense of oppression.

"I've met Master!"

"I've met six courtyard masters!"

Mo Wangchen, Yun Yan and others all spoke respectfully. In front of the six people, no one in the world dared to do anything disobedient.

"The first generation Holy Master was the honorary master of the Tianshen Academy?" Mo Wangchen's face was surprised. Not only him, but also Leng Ziming's face was also surprised. Obviously, even he had never heard of this matter.

"Haha, people of your generation know very little about many things in ancient times, but there are a lot of records in our Tianshen Temple. You will gradually learn about them in the future."

Old man Tianluan stepped forward, and it was he who spoke just now.

"Senior, this portrait... which ancient sage is it?"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd spoke. Hearing his words, everyone looked at him in confusion, and then their eyes caught sight of the portrait he was pointing to.

This portrait is extremely old. At first glance, among all the portraits present, this painting has been around the longest, right?

There is also a man in the painting. He is dressed in linen and looks extremely simple. What is strange is that the man's face is shrouded in a fairy mist. Even though the painting is right in front of them, it is difficult for everyone to see it.

True appearance.

"Um?"

Mo Wangchen also saw the portrait, and he immediately frowned. For some reason, when he saw these words, a familiar feeling emerged in his heart.

But he was extremely sure that he would never recognize the other person, not to mention that he was a powerful figure from ancient times.

"Why in front of this portrait, I have a vague urge to worship it."

A genius from the ancient royal family said this. He is a member of the Dragon Clan, and the blood flowing in his body is extremely noble. Even the blood of the Demon God Clan cannot have an impact on him.

However, this was just a portrait, but it had an inexplicable suppression on him, which really surprised him.

"Could it be a certain ancient king from our Taikoo clan?" Another young king from the Taikoo clan said this. Even Ye Lang was filled with doubts in his heart at this moment. He frowned. The man in the painting

He also felt an inexplicable pressure on his body.

The geniuses of other human races looked at each other, and their subconscious could tell them that this was not a certain king of the ancient race, because they also felt this kind of oppression.

"This is..."

Amid everyone's doubts, old man Tianxin's voice was heard, "King Ji Shen!"

"King Himegami!"

"Is that the God King who came to my Tiangang in ancient times?!"

Everyone in the audience was shocked. Throughout the ages, who is the most powerful in Tiangang, it must be King Ji Shen.

In ancient times, the ancient royal family dominated Tiangang and were so arrogant that the human race could not breathe.

But this situation was finally alleviated a lot after King Himeshen appeared.

But because of this, the ancient royal family felt threatened by the growth of the human race. Dozens of ancient kings came out and beheaded the God King's son and daughter.

At this point, the God King became a demon and slaughtered hundreds of millions of creatures of the ancient tribe. Even the ancient king-level figures were beheaded at least hundreds of times.

"Is this familiar feeling because of the God King's body..."

In the crowd, Mo Wangchen whispered to himself, his heart was shaken and he could not calm down.

In front of the portrait of the God King, he could clearly feel how powerful the other person was. He was a truly invincible and unparalleled figure in the world.

And for some reason, Mo Wangchen had a strange feeling. The face of the God King was shrouded in fairy light, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

But Mo Wangchen seemed to feel that the God King in the painting seemed to have come to life. At this moment, his eyes were fixed on him, making him feel an extremely powerful sense of oppression.

Finally, Mo Wangchen took a deep breath, turned his gaze away, and stopped looking at the portrait of the God King.

It’s not just him, but other people too. The longer they look at this painting, the more they feel that the pressure is getting bigger and bigger. This is the sense of oppression brought to them by the great men in ancient times. Even if they look directly at his image, they feel uncomfortable.

It's an offense.

"Everyone has already guessed why I asked you to come here today, right?"

Old Man Tianluan looked ahead at Mo Wangchen and others, smiled lightly and spoke.

"What kind of place is the virtual world?" Everyone was extremely curious.

This is a place where one can hope to obtain godhood. No one can be unmoved. They are naturally concerned about the so-called virtual world.

"In the virtual world, everyone here will have the opportunity to obtain the godhead, but it is just a chance. This so-called chance may be one hundred percent, one percent, or ten thousand.

Probability of 1 in 1.”

Old man Tianxin said this.

"A probability of one in ten thousand?" Everyone was surprised when they heard this. Isn't this probability too low?

Is it really so difficult to obtain godhead?

"One in ten thousand is still a lot. One in one hundred thousand or one in a million may not be yours."

Everyone was speechless and fell silent, not knowing what they were thinking in their hearts.

"I want to know how many people from the Tianshen Temple have been handed down from ancient times, and have obtained the godhead in the virtual world over the years?" Ye Lang couldn't help but ask.

Originally, he was determined to obtain the godhood, but after hearing the words of the six deans, he couldn't help but feel a lot more nervous.

"In ancient times, the world has not changed. As long as one reaches the peak of the Celestial Realm, one can obtain the divine status descended from the sky and become a god."

In the eyes of everyone, the old man Tianxin spoke again, "It's just that later on, the world changed, and no godhead came anymore. The virtual world is a magical place, and you can still find the godhead there. It all depends on your own luck.

After the end of the ancient era, there were eight people in our Tianshen Temple who obtained the divine status."


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