I woke up after 300 million years

Mo Qingwu combed through these clues, and the truth emerged.

"Every time I fought with the Black and White Angel, Chu Lan would watch from a distance. At first, I thought she was too weak to intervene in our battle. Now that I think about it, she may be spying on me and wishes I would be killed. ...After the black and white angels escape, they always disappear in a short period of time, and the sky-shielding formation is always open, unless someone is secretly helping the extraordinary monster."

The thoughts are clear, and some unreasonable things become reasonable.

Extraordinary monsters will not be able to break the cultivator's formation, they can only cooperate with Chu Lan inside and outside.

The more Mo Qingwu thought about it, the more disappointed she became. She stared at the high-spirited Chu Lan through the barrier. The left corner of her mouth raised an arc, a very small arc, full of bitterness and sadness.

In her opinion, the internal troubles in the Fairy Palace are within the controllable range. In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and conspiracy are futile. However, once anyone colludes with the extraordinary organization, the crime is so serious that they cannot be evaded.

Consultant Heart is an example. No one will investigate the process in detail, and no one will ask if there are any difficulties. The facts are in front of us, and killing them all is the consistent style of the Dao Alliance.

Sometimes, in the eyes of those aloof guardians, they would rather kill the wrong person than let them go!

The painful lessons of "The Chaos of Immortals and Gods" are engraved in the hearts of every guardian, and they do not want to repeat the same mistakes.

"Alas..." Mo Qingwu let out a long sigh, and a feeling of powerlessness filled her heart.

She withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Yan Fan, who was calm and calm, as if she had found a safe haven.

"Dad Yan, I understand now how difficult it is to be a leader of a powerful force. If I want to manage everything well, it has nothing to do with whether I am strong or not. The relationship between people is complicated and cumbersome, which makes me unable to treat everyone equally. This led to some guys kicking my nose in the face, causing me to completely lose my prestige."

Yan Fan smiled amiably, stroked the woman's back with his big hand, and patiently taught:

"This is normal. We have human nature and know how to be grateful. Treating everyone equally is what saints do and what machines do. If Sister Yue makes a mistake, I will go beyond the rules for my lover, even if the being who makes the rules is countless times more powerful than me... .. So, in any environment, it is human nature to choose whom we prefer and who we indulge in. Because of your relationship with your master, you have tolerated Chu Lan’s provocations again and again. This is also the reason. The problem is that some people The truth often makes people..."

After speaking for a while, Yan Fan still hesitated.

The truth is undoubtedly a cruel and devastating multiple-choice question for Mo Qingwu:

That was her enemy who killed her father and mother, and was also the master who raised her.

"Dad Yan, Dad Yan!" Mo Qingwu called softly.

After calming down, Yan Fan pinched the woman's face and said with a smile:

"It's okay. Let's check the situation first. Demon God, I've been slapped twice before, so don't worry about it."

Mo Qingwu didn't care whether others believed this or not. Anyway, she firmly believed it. She held Yan Fan's arm with both hands and blinked, like a curious little girl, asking:

"Are you the extraordinary nine gods?"

She had fought against Jianhe and killed the demigods of the Extraordinary Seven, and knew some secrets.

"Hahaha, I'm so much stronger than the gods." Yan Fan laughed.

"Only a little bit?" Mo Qingwu pursed her red lips, thoughtfully, "Are there many gods?"

Yan Fan responded casually, "Not many. There are currently no more than fifteen gods on the earth."

"That's not much?" Mo Qingwu was dumbfounded.

She recalled that a year ago, the battle between Yan Fan and the God of Machinery was still vivid in her mind. The three-meter-tall monster changed the world with every move, and any bomb-like thing was enough to destroy the country!

There are still fifteen of those guys on Earth, and I shudder just thinking about them.

Yan Fan looked at the expressive woman and laughed dumbly, thinking: Fifteen gods are really not many. Three hundred million years ago, there were at least two to seven extraordinary gods under the command of the ten ancient gods, plus some uncontested gods. The total number of gods reached fifty.

In terms of overall strength, the Sun Kingdom was considered the weakest force among the ten ancient gods in the Sixth Era.

Because they had only risen so recently, the number of strong men was few and far between. Fortunately, Amo and Su Yue were two gods of high status, enough to intimidate the enemy.

As time passes, no living being can be promoted to become a god.

Yan Fan pinched Mo Qingwu's cheek again. Different from Luo Die's well-behaved character, Mo Qingwu had a carefree personality, a hot temper, and occasionally gentle and virtuous. They were all very cute girls.

After pinching it, Yan Fan sighed again and murmured:

"I still miss the back of Long Baibai's head. It's hard and smooth, and it's comfortable to hit."

Long Baibai, who was far away in Shangjing, shuddered and subconsciously touched the back of his head.

The back of the head? Mo Qingwu didn't understand and didn't know who Long Baibai was. She waved her hand to remove the barrier and walked to the front of the stone monument with Yan Fan in her arms to watch the game.

The single monk suffered a second critical blow, and ten thousand curse words stuck in his throat.

"Love rises with the wind, but it's hard to calm down when the wind stops, wuwu... I've been secretly in love with Mo Qingwu for 20 years!"

"Those who don't get it are always in turmoil, and those who are favored are confident... If she held my arm like this just once, I would be willing to shorten my life by 20 years!"

"You old pervert, you just want to feel the softness of the goddess's chest."

"You don't have to feel it. It feels soft when you look at it. At least...D is on the upper side."

Instantly, the middle-aged man who said this noticed a cold gaze, and moved his neck stiffly by three points to the left. When he met Mo Qingwu's gaze, he swallowed in fear and was about to cry without tears.

Yan Fan looked down at Mo Qingwu's chest, his eyes were flat, and he shook his head.

However, he noticed that Yun Ni's eyes were becoming more intense as he watched the battle, and he asked aloud:

"Want to give it a try?"

"Ah?" Yun Ni looked shocked for a second, then recovered, put her hands behind her back, and nodded nervously, "They are so powerful. If I can fight with these powerful people, it will definitely strengthen my Taoist heart and hone my Taoism." Law."

On the Kunlun stage, the little demon king stepped on Gu Shi's head.

The spear in his hand penetrated the opponent's heart, and then he exerted force with his feet. The ancient stone head exploded, and red and white liquid splashed all over the ground. The timid woman felt sick and wanted to vomit.

Yan Fan asked again:

"What now? Do you still want to give it a try?"

Yun Ni was silent.

This is a life and death battle, not a martial arts fight. As long as you get on the ring, if you don’t kill your opponent, your opponent may kill you. There are only a few people with good intentions like Jian Xi. The geniuses who dare to participate in this martial arts fight are ruthless. Belongs to the norm.

Seeing this, Mo Qingwu comforted her, "You are only 15 years old. The average age of the participants in this fight is 23-[-] years old. They are not necessarily stronger than you at your age. There is no need to compete. The so-called Taoist heart is to defeat yourself." , instead of defeating others, at the top of the sky, you are your own biggest enemy. If you cannot defeat yourself, you will die under the thunder."

Defeat yourself, not others... Yun Ni recited this sentence silently, seeming to understand it.

Are you sorry? If I hadn't taken action, you would have been struck to death by lightning... Yan Fan complained silently.

Although Mo Qingwu was extremely talented, she could not survive the ninety-nine Xuantian thunder tribulations. Jian He only survived seven or seven thunder tribulations. If she really relied on herself, she could survive at most five or five thunder tribulations, or even four or four.

Yan Fan The power of a drop of ancient god's blood is too terrifying. A drop of blood can suppress the gods, give birth to a world, create all things, and destroy all things.

......

"In the third battle, the Little Demon King won."

"The fourth battle is between Yaoge of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace and Linzi of the Sword Sect."

Jian Zong Linzi, 28 years old and 38 years old in appearance, was in the middle stage of magical power a year ago and now in the late stage of magical power. He has a middle parted head as always, white cloth shoes, purple robe and unibrow.

A long sword flew to the ring. Lin Zi flew with the sword, with his hands on his back, scanning the audience in a high-key manner. Finally, his eyes were fixed on his opponent and he said coldly:

"You won't bring the monster with you?"

In the Ten Thousand Demons Hall, humans and demons usually fight together. As long as the demon beasts are tamed by themselves, they can assist in the fighting, and it does not count as external force.

Yao Ge was dressed in a black robe, holding a folding fan, and looked elegant, like a young master.

"No, to deal with Jian Zong's trash, calling Xiao Bai along with you would be too bullying." Yao Ge said the most insulting words in the calmest tone.

Lin Zi has an irritable personality and attacks decisively with his sword.

when!

The folding fan blocked the blade. Yaoge did not take a step back and continued to provoke, "Have you not eaten? You are so weak, go back and take care of yourself."

"Hmph, you're not that strong. You're just good at talking." Lin Zi kicked out and moved back one meter. The sword blade turned into an afterimage, making it difficult to capture.

"The worm shakes the tree and brings humiliation to itself." Yao Ge sneered.

He threw away the folding fan. The fan made of meteorite iron was indestructible. He suddenly jammed the blade of the sword and used force on his wrist. The long sword broke and the fan slapped his opponent in the face.

With this blow, Lin Zi's left cheek was torn open and the flesh was torn apart, and he screamed again and again!

The Seventh Elder couldn't sit still. The Sword Sect currently had very few geniuses, and any casualties would be a painful blow. "We will admit defeat in this battle!"

Unexpectedly, Yaoge swung his fan, cut off Lin Zi's head, and kicked him towards the Jianzong area.

"You!" The seventh elder's face was ashen and extremely ugly.

"What do I do?" The handsome Yaoge's eyes were scornful, "Kunlun Terrace, a life and death battle, it's either life or death, there is no such choice as surrender."

As he spoke, he looked around at his peers present, full of arrogance, "Everyone, please come up and think clearly. The weak do not deserve to live. This is a stage for the winner. Kindness is worthless here."

The words were clearly aimed at Jian Xi. Everyone looked sideways. Jian Xi, who was already seriously injured, was filled with blood and anger. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his breath became even weaker.

It was the first time she participated in this kind of fighting, but she still underestimated human nature and the Daomeng family. Now that she thinks about it, it feels more like a joke.

Jian Cheng became angry, and the power of the Holy King exploded, smashing the floor with his feet and rushing towards Yao Ge.

Boom!

The fists clashed, and the quasi-immortal weapon arena started to tremble. Of course, it was not Yao Ge who resisted Jian Cheng's attack, but the Little Demon King, the biological son of the contemporary Demon King, an extremely powerful genius.

"Take action against my followers, you are seeking death!" The muscles in the little demon king's arms expanded in a circle, repelling the sword's reach.

Chu Lan appeared in the middle of the ring, raised her hand to suppress the two of them, frowned and said:

"Outside the ring, it doesn't matter if you want to fight. On top of the ring, you must abide by the rules. It's not your fight now. Get back!"

The little demon king was indifferent, and Jian Cheng didn't move either.

This made Chu Lan's face gloomy. The two juniors didn't even listen to what the powerful man on the other side, the great elder of the Fairy Palace, said.

The Little Demon King showed disdain in his eyes, "Shut up, old woman, you Fairy Palace bullied me, the elder of Ten Thousand Demons Palace. Don't even think about brushing this off. I heard that Mo Qingwu has an apprentice. I won't bully rubbish either. Let her The apprentice will fight my followers, life or death, and this is understood.”

Black Dragon Aotian stared at Chu Lan with a pair of dragon eyes, threatening:

"What, you want to take action? If you dare to bully the small, I will destroy your Fairy Palace today!"

Xuan Jiu was riding a nine-headed lion, supported by others, and was very confident. He shouted loudly:

"Everyone, I'm tired of watching the fighting. Let's have a little interlude. Mo Qingwu bullies me first. No one can swallow this tone."

Suddenly, the pressure was on Yun Ni, everyone was watching, and no one was meddling.

"I'll chop them to death!" Mo Qingwu's face turned frosty.

"Master, I'm going!" Yun Ni stopped Mo Qingwu with firm eyes.

"Go to Hammer, you are in the early stage of magical power and have not obtained any magical power. That guy's magical power is at the peak, you..."

"Master, I'm going!" Yun Ni interrupted, speaking decisively.

Mo Qingwu was shocked. She had never seen her apprentice look at her so seriously, "Silly girl, my master doesn't care about other people's evaluations and opinions."

"I care!" Yun Ni clenched her fists and took a deep breath, "You are my master. Once I am a master, I will always be a father. If others insult you, as a disciple, I will say it for you!"

You idiot, don't be sentimental to me. As a teacher, I don't do this... Mo Qingwu shook his head and scolded:

"I said no, it just can't be done!"

A bronze tripod the size of an egg appeared in Yan Fan's right hand.

"Don't get excited. If the child wants to play, just let her play. It's not a big problem."

He hung the bronze tripod around Yun Ni's neck and smiled peacefully.

Mo Qingwu looked at it for a few seconds, but could not tell the origin of this cauldron, which was protected by a light golden power.

She stretched out her palm, "Dad Yan, I want one too, give me one!"

"You want wealth, you want this, you want that, you are greedier than a thief." Yan Fan said half-jokingly, tapping the woman's head.

"Stingy." Mo Qingwu stared at the bronze cauldron, reluctant to let go. She turned away faster than flipping through a book and pointed at Yao Ge on the stage, "Go and beat that bastard to death!"

Yun Ni: "...ah?"