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

Zhen Qi looks like a young man, quite handsome, wearing a red robe that looks like blood.

But for some reason, he, together with several other figures watching the show, gave people a very uncoordinated feeling.

As soon as he finished speaking, two luminous vines rose from under his feet, tightly entwining him and the silver scale Jiwei.

"Okay, now neither of us can leave."

Zhen Qi clapped his hands and smiled cruelly at the silver scales.

He continued: "I'll tell you the rules again. Let's slap each other."

"When the slap falls, you can use all methods to avoid it, do you understand?"

"Of course, if you think your body is strong enough and you can carry it forcefully, you can be considered capable."

Suddenly, Zhen Qi paused for a moment, raised his head, and looked at the figure who was much taller than himself with gloomy eyes.

"But, if you can't resist, haha..."

"Okay, I'll give you a chance to slap me first."

After Zhen Qi said that, he stretched his face out and urged: "Hurry up, if you win, we will let you go."

This Silver Scale Ji Wei saw this, but his body was shaking even more violently. He was as tall as a demon, but at this moment he was as fragile as a baby.

I saw him slowly raising his arm and was about to fan him out.

But Zhen Qi suddenly split into three, turning into three identical figures, standing side by side.

Their breaths and expressions were all the same, and they all had sickly and sinister smiles on their faces, and then they said in unison:

"Haha, we are two fake and one real, don't slap the wrong one, after all, you only have one chance.

When Ji Wei saw this, his heart suddenly trembled, and his rhombus eyes became sharp.

As a member of the Jiwei clan, he can die, but he cannot just be cowardly and die in fear.

I saw his aura rising crazily, and a ray of light began to gestate in his hand, which contained shocking killing power.

Then he aimed at Zhen Qi in the middle and slapped him hard.

But the moment he was slapped on the face, Zhen Qi turned into a ball of black smoke and dissipated without a trace.

Undoubtedly, he chose the fake body, and this slap was in vain.

"Haha, it's my turn, it's my turn."

The remaining two Zhen Qi instantly merged into one, smiling wantonly.

The silver scales shone slightly, and the many restrained figures on the ground lowered their heads at the same time, with a sad look in their eyes.

"I'm about to start, it's up to you."

After Zhen Qi said this, he slapped him with a mysterious and unpredictable trajectory.

When Yin Lin Jiwei saw this, he quickly used his clan's secret skills to deal with it.

Unfortunately, it was useless. Zhen Qi's slap seemed to have eyes, and the next moment, a "bang" was heard.

The tiny head was completely shattered like a watermelon, with blood covering the brain and splattering everywhere. The scene was extremely terrifying.

Then his body fell straight down and became one of the many corpses on the ground.

But Zhenliu stepped forward in a few steps, pulled out the Jiwei Yuanshen, and then sealed it away.

"These souls are of great use and must not be wasted like this."

He said something to himself, then turned around and returned to his original position, again pretending to be watching the show.

Zhen Qi, however, didn't take it seriously. He just stared at the figures on the ground, seeming to be choosing a suitable target.

Among them, there are about three thousand human monks, all of whom are Nascent Soul or above. There are also more than a thousand creatures from all races, and there are three perfect human races.

"Let me see, who should be next?" Zhen Qi's eyes were like hooks, and he kept scanning over them.

"How dare you, these evil beings, dare to lay hands on my perfect human race? Don't you want to live anymore?"

A woman glared angrily, her face still beautiful even though she was behind bars.

Zhen Qi then looked over and said, "Yes, it's you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he photographed this perfect human being opposite him, and a vine rose up, binding her tightly.

A man and a woman just looked at each other across the small wooden table.

Zhen Qi reached out and gently lifted the other person's snow-white chin, with obsession in his eyes, as if looking at a piece of art.

But the next moment, there was a sneer on his face, "Perfect human race, haha."

"Of course I know that you are very strong. You are the best in the world of life and all the worlds."

"There is one realm among many immortals, the immortal of time."

"There are also two realms of immortality: the one who carries the road on his shoulders, and the immortal who is in chains."

"There are even three realms of immortality, ancient and modern immortals."

When Zhen Qi said this, his tone was full of admiration, "In the three realms of immortality, only by stepping into the past and present and being invincible can you become an immortal in ancient and modern times."

"There are even rumors that your perfect human race still hides the Immortal of the Four Realms."

"That's the Immortal of the Four Realms. In the post-immortal era, few people know how to call this realm."

"But you, the perfect human race, might actually hide such an existence. How can you not make people fear you?"

Opposite, the beautiful woman was also proud of you, and then looked at Zhen Qi with disdain.

"Since you demons know so clearly, how dare you attack the three of us?"

When Zhen Qi heard this, he chuckled, a little noncommittal.

"Who do you think sent these pseudo-human monks and creatures from all races to us?"

"To tell you the truth, you are the perfect human race."

After Zhen Qi finished speaking, this time it actually split into seven, turning into seven identical figures.

They all stared directly at the woman in front of them, and the seven voices together sounded like a magic voice.

"So, if we occasionally kill two or three perfect humans, your immortals won't blame us."

"Tsk, tsk, I still give you a chance to slap you first."

At this moment, the beautiful woman was in a daze and began to struggle crazily, trying to escape from the restraints of the vines.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

"Impossible, impossible, how dare you demons, this is the place of origin, how dare you..."

After struggling for a long time, the woman seemed to feel that there was no hope at all, and her eyes had a look of death.

She raised her palm and brought down a stunning sword light. One Zhen Qi was immediately beheaded, but the remaining six were instantly put together.

"Haha, it's my turn again."

Zhen Qi smiled gloomily and was about to slap him when a crack suddenly appeared in the sky.

A young man with bare feet, wearing a black monk's robe, and a string of Bodhi beads on his wrist suddenly appeared.

At this moment, Zhen Qi, Zhen Liu, the remaining men watching the theater, and the perfect human race woman, all the restrained creatures were stunned, and then they all looked at the sky.

In the air, when the young man saw this situation, his throat rolled.

Sansan smiled and said: "Everyone... everyone, continue, I just went the wrong way, do you believe it?"