Rural Shennong

Yuan Zhouzi deleted the previous post, and closed the comment function of his personal webpage, so countless people could send him private messages.

Someone also took a screenshot of his previous post and opened a new post. Countless netizens continued to mock him under this new post, urging him to eat Xiang quickly.

Yuan Chuanzi's lungs were about to explode. He didn't expect that Jeff Hamill, the first master of the Holy Court hundreds of years ago, was so useless that he couldn't even beat a newly promoted superhuman.

What's more, he didn't expect that he would make himself notorious and be cast aside and abused by everyone just because he wanted to gain popularity.

He completely underestimated Chen Ping's prestige in the hearts of the people of Huaguo, and instead of touching porcelain, he turned his face into a pig's head.

Although Yuan Zhouzi was furious and extremely ashamed, he was regarded as an epic achievement by the crowd.

Worse than him was the client Jeff Hamill.

He is the pillar of the Holy Court, the sixth generation Pope of the Holy Court, known as the core of the Holy Court of the Prophets.

Under those gazes of contempt, disgust, or mocking, fleeing with bare buttocks and flicking the bird, this is a shameful humiliation that Jeff Hamill has never encountered in his life.

Endless regrets bit his soul like a poisonous snake.

If he had known that Chen Ping was so strong, he would not have come out to fight Chen Ping even if he was killed.

Thinking of his previous arrogance and disdain for Chen Ping, and imagining how ugly he was like a bereaved dog at this moment, he wished he could immediately dig a crack in the ground and bury himself in it.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been unbearable to such humiliation and committed suicide on the spot.

But the older he gets, the more he fears death. Jeff Hamill doesn't want to die, and he still has a backup.

"The day when the gods come down is the day of your death!"

If he didn't see Chen Ping being killed by the descending gods, Jeff Hamill would not rest in peace even if he died.

Chen Ping's Sky Splitting Sword was right behind him, making his hair stand on end.

There are still several miles away from the holy mountain, and there are no obstacles in front of Jeff Hamill, only a straight Shinto path remains.

This shrine is [-] meters wide and three kilometers long, and the ground paved with marble can shine on people.

Usually non-major festivals, non-clergy are not allowed to enter.

Whether it is media reporters from all over the world, devout believers who come to pilgrimage, or tourists, they can only gather on both sides of the Shinto.

Chen Ping's speed was faster than Jeff Hammill's, and he could launch the Sky Splitting Sword for long-range attacks.

If Jeff Hammill ran from Shinto to the holy mountain, he would be caught up and killed by Chen Ping's attack if he couldn't reach the holy mountain.

A trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, he turned an arc, and plunged into the crowd.

The onlookers were stunned.

"He... what is he going to do?"

"No, he's coming after us!"

"Shameless, he wants to drag us to be buried with him."

"Quick! Run!"

Jeff Hamill has gone mad, he has a hideous face, gnashing his teeth.

"Chen Ping, even if I die, I will hold you back, make you notorious, and bear the hatred of Wanfu!"

If Chen Ping continued to attack him, innocent people would definitely be hurt.

Such a dense crowd included media reporters, believers in the Holy Court, and tourists from China and all over the world.

With one move by Chen Ping, killing a hundred or eighty people is considered a small number.

At that time, even if he kills Jeff Hamill, he will become a global public enemy.

Jeff Hamill could already feel the sharp sword energy behind him, he jumped into the crowd running around, stepping on heads one by one, and continued to run towards the holy mountain.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that sword energy disappear.

Before Jeff Hammill turned his head, he heard Chen Ping shout: "Everyone, don't panic, don't run around, so as not to cause crushing and stampede, I will not continue to attack."

The sound that Chen Ping yelled out with his mental strength calmed down the people running around.

If you wipe off the black ash on Jeff Hamill's face, you can see that his face is as red as a monkey's butt.

Running naked, rushing into the crowd despicably, there is no shadow of light in what he is doing at the moment, he is simply a living devil.

Jeff Hamill let out a roar like a wild beast, exerted all his strength, and rushed into the Holy Mountain of Light.

After he rushed up to the holy mountain, he got into a temple near the foot of the mountain after a few ups and downs, and a protective light shield was immediately lowered on the holy mountain of light.

Inside the holy mountain hall, Jeff Hammill, who had just rushed in, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He didn't suffer from multiple tortures, but was revived.

Jeff Hamill's lungs were going to explode.

If it were him, facing a mortal enemy like Chen Ping, he would not care about the safety of civilians and ants. He must kill the opponent first, and then find a way to restore his reputation later.

But who ever thought that he would steal chickens and lose money, Chen Ping not only let him go, but also appeased the people.

Jeff Hammill could guess with his toes. From now on, the Holy Court and his prestige will drop below the freezing point, leaving a lasting infamy.

He quickly changed his clothes, wiped his face indiscriminately, not daring to be exposed to the public, and went directly to the temple on the top of the mountain from the secret path.

In the temple on the top of the mountain, Fabilo III panicked to the point of death, seeing Jeff Hamill coming in with a violent vicious aura, he knelt down on the ground in fright.

If he were Jeff Hamill, he would have wished to kill everyone in order to release his tyrannical emotions. He would never allow that kind of ugliness to spread in the world.

Jeff Hamill also has an urge to destroy the world.

But he still restrained himself: "Start the God's Descending Formation immediately!"

The leftover woman, Ai Jielina, frowned and said, "The power of faith is rapidly collapsing."

"The power of faith we have gathered now is not enough to open the big formation."

She didn't even call a prophet, because she also despised Jeff Hamill's behavior.

If it was her, even if she fought to the death in front of Chen Ping, she would not escape back in such an extremely shameful manner.

Jeff Hamill couldn't see Adeline's contempt for him, he grabbed Adeline's neck and said, "I don't care, you must immediately activate the big formation for me, or I will kill you. "

"Then you will never want to see the true god come again, and you will never want your soul to enter the kingdom of God!"

Fabilo III also persuaded: "Atelina, start the big formation!"

"Our collected strength of faith is shrinking."

"If this continues, until the power of faith is completely exhausted, we will no longer be able to bathe in the glory of God in this life."

Ai Jielina sighed: "Okay, I will start the big formation now!"

She closed her eyes, folded her hands on her chest, and began to pray to God, and let God come.

In the depths of the sea of ​​time and space, on that cloud-shrouded hanging island, a [-]-meter-tall birdman stood in front of the magnificent palace on the island, and the anger in his eyes burned a hole in the far sea.

"Damn ants, things that do more than fail!"