Help! This savior is too stupid!

When the name Immortal Immortal appeared, the Realm Gate apostle felt that another evildoer appeared out of nowhere in the Pure Land.

The reaction of the people in the Pure Land was,

"What the hell! Immortal?!"

"The next version will be updated to immortal?"

"Is it confirmed? Is it an informal decision? Is the source of the information accurate? Are you keeping this information true?"

"I can't stay in this S6 for another second!"

"Where's Han Chan, please save me. The sixth mysterious tide is almost over. This is the S6.5 version. Why haven't you reached the top yet? Can you still do it?"

"From another perspective, the Ghost Emperor is one of the first emperors to prepare for the Seventh Mysterious Tide. It's strange, who is the Ghost Emperor and why should I tell a joke about the Ghost Emperor?"

"Family, I'm laughing so hard, I just heard a very funny joke!"

"..."

For a time, a group of demons danced wildly. Because their words and deeds were too in line with the 'demon type', many people's abilities increased one after another, and their overall combat power soared again. The Realm Gate apostles were stunned!

"What, what's going on..."

"It is suspected that...the old disease has recurred."

After a short discussion, the Realm Gate Apostles came to a very unreliable conclusion:

Pure Land seems to rely on illness to improve strength...

Simply put, the more serious their mental illness, the stronger they are!

If you want to become a top expert in the Pure Land, you must have some serious illness, and the demons and monsters in front of you are not the most seriously ill people in the Pure Land.

From this point of view, how sick should the ancient pillar of the Pure Land and the current Emperor of Heaven be?

So scary!

Among the Realm Gate Apostles, some are even eager to try and join this group of mentally ill carnivals in exchange for an increase in strength.

The brainwaves between psychopaths are particularly easy to match.

Just the name of an Immortal is equivalent to broadcasting to the Pure Land that the next mysterious tide will be the age of the ‘immortal’.

Ranking in the Immortal Class is just around the corner!

The Immortal Immortal, kowtows step by step, and the demonic system asks for immortality.

The further back he goes, the slower his strength improves, but his speed is extremely rare compared to other strong men.

In the tribulation of inner demons, I don’t know how many years have passed.

Here, the passage of time seems to be different from the outside world. At the same time, everything that happens to them can be true or false, true or false.

Immortal Immortal didn't know how long it had passed, but at the Demonic Gate, he finally reached the eighth level of the avenue.

Looking behind me, there was heavy fog and no one was coming.

Behind him, no one can even keep up with him!

Looking in front of me, there is nothing... Huh? Where did the bald head come from?

A drunken monk was sitting at the eighth level of the Demonic Gate. He was holding a trumpet in his hand and muttering in his mouth. He didn't know whether he was talking in his sleep or drunkenly.

Before Immortal Immortal, there was someone who could reach the eighth level of the Demon System? !

This person's demonic nature is so powerful, stronger than the Immortal Immortal's desire for immortality? !

The arrival of the Immortal Immortal awakened the drunken monk. After he woke up, his eyes immediately became extremely sharp. In just a moment, the killing intent locked on the Immortal Immortal!

He wants to kill me?

He can kill me!

With just one look, the Immortal Immortal was so frightened that he almost turned around and ran away!

Immortal Immortal did not escape.

Because Immortal Immortal knows that there is no point in escaping. The gap in strength between the two sides is there. The other party has reached the eighth level of the demon system earlier than him, and his strength and potential are far beyond his. If he stays, there is still a chance of survival. Running away in a hurry will only end it. My own immortality!

However, the Immortal Immortal didn't understand that the other party wanted to kill him and could kill him, but he had no intention of taking action... Why is this?

Weird, so weird.

The drunken monk, even though he had endless killing intent, was restrained by an invisible rule, preventing him from going too far.

Even if the devil's nature reaches heaven, he must become a Buddha immediately in front of heaven.

So, he became a monk.

Therefore, he cannot kill.

At least, you can't kill animals casually.

The monk woke up a little, picked up the trumpet in his hand, put it to his mouth, and shouted,

"Emperor Kong Tian is awesome!"

The sound spread downwards from above the demon gate, traveling farther and farther amidst the storm of ignorance.

"Emperor Kongtian is awesome..."

Hearing these words again, the Ghost Emperor riding on the ghost fire motorcycle was very dissatisfied.

"They are all Emperors of Heaven! Why do some people always say Emperor Kong Tian is awesome, but no one calls Emperor Ghost Heaven awesome?"

"Have you ever taken me, the Ghost Emperor, seriously?"

"Emperor Kongtian, right... I remember you, kid, but don't let me catch you, or you will be rewarded!"

Riding the ghost fire motorcycle, I met another person.

He wears two swords on his waist and looks arrogant.

"Hello!"

Emperor Guitian waved his hand and stopped the blind girl.

"Do you need help? I have a good guide dog in Fengdu. I can lend it to you for free."

Shan Qingyi smiled and asked,

"Do you remember Fengdu?"

Emperor Guitian was amused by these words,

"Look at what you said. I am the head of the Heavenly Emperor and the Lord of Fengdu. Even if I forget my name, I can't forget Fengdu!"

Shan Qingyi didn't seem to believe it, "Are you the head of the Emperor of Heaven?"

Emperor Guitian laughed angrily at these words, patted the eye-catching words on his ghost fire motorcycle, and said,

"Such big characters...oh, you really can't see them...ahem..."

Emperor Guitian began to scratch his head. He didn't know how to prove to this blind little girl that he was the head of the Emperor of Heaven.

The clothes he wore, the motorcycle he rode, the gourd he used...everything had the title of Emperor of Heaven written all over it.

But the problem is... Shan Qingyi is blind!

Shan Qingyi gestured with her hands and said,

"Do you have something smaller, preferably a brooch or something, engraved with the words "Emperor of Heaven", I will know if you are lying to me when I touch it."

"Yes, yes!"

Emperor Guitian really has a brooch, what a coincidence, isn't it?

"I can only lend it to you to 'look' at."

Emperor Guitian said seriously.

All the other things on his body that were engraved with 'Head of the Heavenly Emperor' were not as important as this brooch.

The blind girl took the brooch, and a ray of light flashed past, as if something had left the brooch.

"Are you really the head of the Emperor of Heaven?!"

Shan Qingyi said in surprise,

"But there are two Heavenly Emperors fighting in front of you. Why don't you go over and try to persuade them?"

"Nonsense! How can there be a fight between emperors of heaven!"

As the 'head of the Heavenly Emperor', the Ghost Heavenly Emperor must stop the internal fighting among the Heavenly Emperors. They are a group of friends who 'love each other and are a family', so how can they fight!

"Thank you very much!"

With that said, Emperor Guitian was about to ride his ghost fire motorcycle in the direction pointed by Shan Qingyi.

Before reaching the maximum speed, Emperor Gui Tian quickly stopped and asked seriously,

"Little girl, how far is the location of their fight from here?"

"At your current speed..."

Shan Qingyi did the math and said seriously,

"If we run for another 20 years, we can reach the edge of their battlefield!"