The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Chen Changsheng suddenly threw his head back and laughed maniacally, his gray hair trembling slightly with the laughter.

The laughter was sad and sad, and the expression was exaggerated and funny.

The protruding eyes were full of madness.

"I am a saint! A saint who knows everything in the world and is omnipotent!" Chen Changsheng stood up and murmured to himself.

The long river of time in the Western Zhou Dynasty stirred up turbulent waves, and the timeline of the past of all living things began to become chaotic. It seemed that this long river of time was also responding to the saint's current mood.

It was because of them that Qing Shi became like this. It was ridiculous that he had set the goal of saving him, but in the end not only did he forget about him, but he even stepped on Qing Shi's shoulders to ascend to the position of saint.

"Elder brother..." Chen Changsheng muttered softly, but then closed his mouth as if he was electrocuted, and closed his eyes with a painful expression.

How could I have the dignity to meet him, and how could I have the dignity to call him senior brother?

Even if you give everything you have now, you can't make up for your debt to him.

How to lay out the past and save the future?

He is just a moth taking credit for his work!

As long as you stand next to him, you and the other two losers are just blood-sucking worms lying on his body!

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes full of determination.

In the turbulent waves of the long river of time, the saint's expression became neither sad nor happy. At this moment, Chen Changsheng understood what he should do!

The next moment, this saint stepped out of the long river of time, as if he had never been there before!

.....

Among the green mountains and green waters, three people sat on the ground.

Bai Feiyu, with clean clothes and clean hands, tasted the fragrant tea in his hands slowly and leisurely, feeling the fragrance of the fragrant tea between his lips and teeth. Bai Feiyu's brows stretched, and a smile appeared on his extremely handsome face.

Speaking of which, my favorite thing is drinking tea. Who knows how to drink when they have nothing to do?

The noisy sounds next to him made Bai Feiyu's face look a little helpless but also a little satisfied.

Two men in green shirts are competing for a plate of fruits, refusing to give in to each other. .

"You're so stupid, you've already eaten three plates and you're still eating it!"

The angry voice was unusually familiar, and Bai Feiyu couldn't help but look sideways.

I saw a young man in a green shirt, holding a fruit plate in one hand, pressing Qianyu's head with the other, and spitting at Qianyu.

The young man, free and uninhibited yet also casual, looked extremely dazzling under the sun.

Bai Feiyu looked helplessly at the young man in front of him and sighed: "Ou Zhizi, can't you give in to Ou Zhizi? He..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Feiyu stopped suddenly and looked at the young man in disbelief. His eyes were horrified, trying to see the young man's face clearly.

But for a while, the originally quiet and peaceful scenery of Western Zhou Dynasty began to spin like a whirlpool.

In the temple outside the thirty-third heaven, Bai Feiyu was drunk and unconscious. His mouth was full of alcohol and he was talking in his sleep.

His still boyish face was flushed, as if he had dreamed of some good dream.

Suddenly Bai Feiyu woke up and sat up suddenly, smelling of alcohol.

This saint of heaven and earth, the Lord of all gods, felt a chill on his back at this moment.

But the dream that I will never remember is clearly staying in my mind at this moment.

Bai Feiyu wiped the cold sweat from his face. As his hands and feet were cold, a figure began to appear in his mind!

When this dream he had dreamed for millions of years was suddenly remembered by him today, the first thing Bai Feiyu felt was fear.

There is actually one thing that I have forgotten, and there is indeed one person that I have forgotten!

"Remember, my name is Ou Zhizi, and I am just a little bit better than Ou Yezi!"

"Hey, Xiaobai, are you tired after playing with the sword for so long?"

"My junior brother is enlightening here, the gods ahead are forbidden!"

...

Picture after picture kept impacting Bai Feiyu's mind. The Holy Saint of Heaven and Earth covered his head and felt an unusual and splitting headache.

"Ahhhhh!" Bai Feiyu arched his body, the blood vessels on his face bulged, and he roared with a ferocious face in pain.

"Ou Zhizi! Ou Zhizi!" Bai Feiyu forgot to wear shoes and socks, and ran out barefoot first, staggering with a splitting headache.

All the gods in the thirty-third heaven saw a scene that they could not forget on this day.

The God Lord, who always took rules more seriously than the sky, ran out of the temple in a disheveled state, bumped his head under his own statue, and then disappeared from the spot.

Bai Feiyu, who is also a saint of heaven and earth, also knew where Ouyang was at the next moment. Almost instantly, Bai Feiyu came to the chaos, outside the Zhongqian world of the underworld.

At this time, outside the Zhongqian World in the underworld, the young Chen Changsheng, dressed in a purple Taoist robe, sat with neither joy nor sadness outside the Zhongqian World, holding up the infinite killing array with one hand and the other. Condensing the power of twelve demon gods in one hand.

Facing this senior brother who had been fighting with him for millions of years, Bai Feiyu completely forgot about the so-called grace and shamelessness at this moment. He measured the sky ruler in one hand and the Book of Gods in the other, and roared ferociously at Chen Changsheng: "Get away!"

Chen Changsheng didn't pay attention to the ferocious Bai Feiyu. The twelve demon gods appeared behind Chen Changsheng in an instant. Chen Changsheng looked at the ferocious Bai Feiyu in front of him with neither joy nor sorrow and whispered:

"Leng Qingsong, come out together! Even if I fight to become a saint today, you two will not even think about stepping into the underworld!"

Leng Qingsong, dressed in black attire and holding a sword in his arms, instantly appeared in the chaos. At this moment, Leng Qingsong no longer looked as old as he did when he was a saint, but instead looked like a young man.

Leng Qingsong calmly looked at Chen Changsheng in front of him and said, "Get out of the way!"

The three sages all looked like teenagers at this moment, as if they were afraid that the person in the underworld behind Chen Changsheng would not recognize them.

Chen Changsheng stood up slowly, carrying the power of the twelve demon gods on his back, stepping on the Zhoutian Formation, holding a bow and two arrows in his hand.

Chen Changsheng looked at Leng Qingsong in front of him calmly and asked: "Why are you still commanding me with the expression of a senior brother? Are you worthy of being a senior brother? The power of this world is in my hands. Do you believe that I took over and destroyed Yincao? Hell?"

Leng Qingsong's eyes narrowed and he looked at the two arrows in Chen Changsheng's hand. He was holding the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, ready to draw the sword at any time, but he still said calmly: "Right or wrong, it all depends on Me, I just want to take a look at him, and after seeing him, I am willing to deprive myself of the status of a saint and be reincarnated as an animal forever!"

When Bai Feiyu heard Leng Qingsong's words, he immediately said: "Let me take a look at him, just one look! After one look, I am willing to give up my position as the Lord of God, deprive myself of the status of a saint, fall into the eighteenth level of hell, and never be reincarnated again!" "

Facing the blood oath of the two holy men, Chen Changsheng laughed. He casually placed the arrow on his long bow, looked at the two people who swore the oath coldly, and said with an evil smile:

"You still want to hurt him now? I, Chen Changsheng, am a bastard. I am willing to deprive myself of the status of a saint and destroy my soul. If it were you two bastards, I would never be able to get close to him!"