The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

The deep sea is roaring with rage, and the sky is roaring with blood and thunder.

The heavy rain poured down like a celestial river, water splashed everywhere, and the whole world was confused.

"So, the immortal soul in our hands is fake?"

A fused monk asked with grief and anger. He was holding a transparent glass bottle. There was a black shadow inside, struggling desperately, as if trying to break out of the wall.

"Immortal soul?" Tu Mu chuckled.

"If there is such a thing as an immortal soul, will it be your turn to be a fake human being? It has long been occupied by my perfect human race."

"Actually, we don't know what it is that was delivered to you."

"I, the Perfect Human Race, fished them in this sea area many years ago using monks as bait. Later, I divided them into many parts and gave them to you."

"As for the purpose, it's just to lure you here. It's a little conspiracy."

Suddenly, a member of the Huari clan said in a low tone: "You acted like this, but have you thought about the consequences?"

Tu Mu's expression was still gentle, with a light and airy air.

"In the Fate Realm, there is my perfect human race. Even if there are immortal-level creatures in your tribe, do they dare to enter the Fate Realm?"

"But, maybe it's a good thing to die here. After all, down here is the place of reincarnation. You may be able to have a good birth in your next life."

Tu Mu said it very seriously, but in the ears of countless creatures in the audience, there was a chill in their hearts.

They looked at the otherworldly figures. Their auras were extremely blazing, vast and unpredictable. When they gathered together, they seemed to make the mountains and rivers eclipse, and the sun and the moon lose their light.

As for the four people at the front, they were beyond their comprehension. They could see them when they opened their eyes, but they could no longer feel them when they closed their eyes. They could not even outline their figures in their minds.

"Tu Mu, this time our Perfect Human Race has dispatched thousands of ships with a total of 100,000 people. Now I leave it to you."

“Remember, kill slowly and fish slowly.”

"If you move too fast, it will be counterproductive."

Listening to the seemingly meaningful words of the man in front of him, Tu Mu bowed respectfully.

"Yes, ancestor."

At this time, all the creatures of all races were looking at each other with blazing eyes. At this point, they had no choice but to give it a try.

"If your clan's second-level immortals don't take action, will we and our fellow tribesmen be afraid of your mere 100,000 perfect humans?"

Fan Jiu glared angrily, and a black light bloomed on the back of his head, as if some magical power was about to be born.

But what he said makes sense. After all, the creatures of all races that have sneaked into the world of life all have their own extraordinary qualities.

But as soon as he finished speaking, another silver thunder penetrated the sky and the earth, and human figures appeared in front of all living creatures accompanied by the thunder light.

There are also no less than 100,000. Their cultivation is in the two realms of transforming into gods and refining the void, and they are human monks.

"Twenty percent are fake gamblers. Can I get you to bet your lives?"

Tu Mu smiled, and the smile in this dark world made people feel full of horror.

"The cultivation of these pseudo-human beings was forcibly pushed up by our clan. They are half a bucket of water, but it doesn't matter. They are just consumables."

As for the countless human monks in the thirteen Immortal Lands, their eyes were full of confusion, because they could not understand a word of the words 'perfect human race' and '20% gambler'.

But one thing became clear, and that was that the four men standing at the front were immortals, and not just ordinary immortals.

At this moment, despair, fear, regret, helplessness, so many emotions, like rain pouring down, all flooded into their hearts.

On a boat of good fortune, a young man wearing a black sun and moon robe and two swords hanging from his waist suddenly rose into the sky.

There was anger in his eyes, and his voice penetrated the heavy rain curtain, and everyone could hear it clearly, "Run away, everyone, run away. If you stay here, you can only wait for death."

"Although this sea area is blocked by the Perfect Human race, we may be able to break through it with our combined efforts."

Below, Lin Daiyu and others were stunned in place.

He was still only holding Ripples, and his tears seemed to be intertwined with the rain, "Brother Li, we can't escape, and we are not stupid."

"That's an immortal, or some kind of shoulder-to-shoulder road, an immortal in the second realm, how can he escape?"

On the side, Fairy Yansu looked at the figure in the sky with a smile on her face, "Fellow Daoist Li, if we die today, would we be considered to have lived and died together and been reincarnated together?"

In the air, 'Li Chuyi' took a deep breath, his tone seemed to be filled with anger, "I told you, I don't like women."

When Yan Su saw this, the smile in her eyes became even bigger.

And the perfect human race started to take action.

First of all, there were the 20% gamblers. They seemed to be in a state of madness and rushed forward without fear of death.

"I have a game where I bet my life with you."

Screams shook the world, as if this was the last song they could sing in their short lives.

One by one, all the clans in the seventh and eighth realms were forcibly pulled into the game by the power of gambling immortal life, leaving no room for resistance.

There are also creatures from all races in the Ninth Realm, but their numbers are very rare.

The only targets of these gamblers are all living beings.

As for the countless monks in the thirteen Immortal Lands, it was natural that the Perfect Human race would do it themselves, which would give them an almost innate pleasure in hunting.

Among the one hundred thousand perfect humans, there are about fifty in the ninth realm, and the rest are mostly in the seventh and eighth realms, which is equivalent to the combination of monks to overcome the tribulation.

Their bodies were shining brightly, their blood was like a rushing river and sea, dragons were roaring, and the fluctuations in their aura swept across the world in an instant.

At this moment, they spread out and headed towards countless monks.

The one-sided massacre began.

Even the fusion monks who had previously dominated one side were crushed in an instant against a perfect human race of the same level.

A perfect human man stood in the air with a proud expression, "The tiger has the power of the tiger, the dragon has the power of the dragon. As humans, we have our own power."

"As soon as people show their power today, they will let you hypocrites know what it means to face us as if you are facing the heaven and the earth."

After he said that, he placed a palm down, and the old woman in the Void Refining Realm opposite her instantly turned into a puddle of flesh, and even her soul could not escape.

For a moment, even the pouring rain could not suppress the horrible smell of blood that filled the entire place.

In addition to the perfect human race, thousands of shopkeepers in the Miracle Pavilion also ruthlessly participated in the massacre and no longer concealed themselves.

There is only one exception.

The first magical pavilion, 'Li Chuyi'.

At this moment, he was standing in the air, with Lin Daiyu, Lianyi, Yansu, Wei Wushuang, Moyu, Luoyu, etc. all under his protection.

But around him, he was already surrounded by shopkeepers such as Hao Ren, Yu Long, and Wu Weizi.

"Shopkeeper Li, it seems that you are really out of the master's control. Let me tell you, you are always a fake."

The good guy's eyes were full of murderous intent, "It's ridiculous that you still want to protect them today."

Hearing this, Lin Daiyu and others were all stunned.

They were extremely surprised that the master of the Magic Pavilion suddenly participated in the massacre, but what did this fake mean?

'Li Chuyi' had a sneer in his eyes, followed by the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

He pointed his sword at everyone, his mouth filled with murderous intent.

"No need to say anything, just come if you have the ability."

"Level 2 limit, open."

On the thatched boat.

Jin Lin was clenching his fists, and in his eyes, a Nine Realm Jin Lin was fighting with a perfect human being.

They even revealed Jiwei's true body, standing in the sea like a demon god. With every move of his hand, the void exploded, blooming like fireworks, and the scene was extremely breathtaking.

But even so, he still couldn't defeat the perfect human race.

But now no one cares about the many mortals on the thatched boat, but they can only huddle in the corner and wait for death to come.

"Brother Li, should we escape too?" Jin Lin said in a faint tone.

Li Chuyi shook his head expressionlessly: "The Immortal of the Second Realm, resisting the Great Dao with his shoulders is a shackle."

"I guess I can't escape, besides."

He looked at the bloody rain outside and took a deep breath, "I don't seem to be complete."