At this time, the wasteland changed from the previous peace.
Visions can be seen everywhere, especially in Heaven and Lingshan, which seem to be extremely obvious, constantly showing their own miracles.
For a time, the limelight was overwhelming.
Let everyone in the world know that there is something called Heaven and Spirit Mountain in this world.
The heaven is majestic, with lightning and thunder.
The compassion of Lingshan spreads across three thousand miles.
Only the underworld looks the most pitiful, exuding black energy, standing alone in the corner, dilapidated, and without any sense of threat. Only Yang Yun, standing on the projection of the underworld, still has some sense of existence, making people aware of it. This seemingly mysterious organization also has ruthless people.
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"Chang Er, could you please introduce some of your friends in Lingshan who are familiar with you?"
Wang Ye just sat on a boulder and asked lightly.
The long-eared shadow floated out from the relic on Wang Ye's wrist. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head: "There's no one particularly familiar."
"You should also know that my status in Lingshan is quite embarrassing, and I don't have many friends around me."
"They always think that I got to this Buddha position through crooked ways."
"So he usually ignores me."
"You know, if you act playful and smiley, if you're a little more timid, there won't be any problems."
"Well...that's about it. I did have a few apprentices back then, which made it easier to do things, but those apprentices are all dead, so there won't be any flaws left."
...
Wang Ye was speechless after hearing Chang Er's words.
Isn't this just a pure and transparent character? No one will pay attention to you. How can I penetrate into the enemy's interior?
What if they don't even call me during a meeting?
"Okay, I get it."
Wang Ye sighed, nodded, his face began to change, he took out another monk's robe and put it on, and finally took off the relic from his wrist and hid it at his waist.
In just a few breaths, Wang Ye had successfully disguised himself.
Immediately afterwards, two clones appeared next to him.
The first one still maintained Wang Ye's original face and disappeared into the wasteland, while the other clone turned into Thunder God.
"Heavenly Court and Lingshan Mountain must be synchronized to be more secure."
"You have to grasp it with both hands, and you have to be hard with both hands."
Along with muttering to himself, Thunder Lord Wang Ye rushed towards the direction of heaven, while Long-eared Wang Ye embarked on the journey to Lingshan.
In this rapidly changing wasteland, Wang Ye also started his own solution.
Let him destroy Tianting by himself, Lingshan is bragging.
But changing his appearance and stirring up trouble are Wang Ye's special skills.
At this time, people are constantly resurrecting in the wasteland, and powerful auras are constantly awakening, and then they are converging towards the heaven and the spiritual mountain.
this moment...
The strength of both parties was completely revealed.
Some scavengers who have been wandering in the wasteland all year round are filled with fear deep in their hearts.
In their eyes, masters who symbolize invincibility are springing up like mushrooms after a spring rain.
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"Damn, this guy is definitely more than just a ghost king."
A scavenger gritted his teeth and said with a solemn expression, while his figure kept retreating.
A ferocious-looking ghost chased him with a violent and greedy look in its eyes.
Just the next second.
A small hill not far away collapsed quietly.
Immediately afterwards, a kind-hearted old man wearing a pure white robe appeared from the ground. He straightened his clothes and continued to admire the surrounding scenery.
But soon he looked disappointed.
"The energy is mixed."
"The mountains and rivers are broken, and there is no beauty at all."
"Sure enough, after my heaven fell asleep, this world was in a state of disarray."
As he muttered to himself, he soon saw the escaping scavengers and the ferocious ghost.
"Soul mutant?"
"It's a pity that it can't be absorbed, so a lot of it is wasted."
The old man shook his head regretfully, stretched out a finger, and the ghost instantly disintegrated. A pile of minced meat squirmed on the ground, drilled into the ground, and fled away.
The old man frowned: "It's interesting that the vitality is so tenacious."
Apart from a hint of curiosity, there was no other expression on the old man's face.
The scavenger knelt on the ground excitedly: "Thank you to the old god for saving my life. I am willing to work as a cow and a horse for you."
"From now on, I will be a dog by your side."
"As long as you protect my life."
For this scavenger, the old man is already the most top-notch person he can know.
If you can follow a master of this level, then what's the point?
Just a little bit of it between his fingers would be enough for him to have enough food and clothing.
Unexpectedly, I would have both blessings and misfortune today.
The old man's gentle gaze fell on the scavenger, with a kind smile on his face.
This makes the scavengers feel a little more at ease.
He still seems to be a good-natured person.
But the next second...
The old man stretched out his finger again and tapped it gently. In the blank expression of the scavenger, a blood hole exploded between his eyebrows and he slowly fell to the ground.
"Do mortals today dare to look directly at gods?"
"Ah..."
"Are you worthy of being my dog?"
As he spoke, the old man still maintained his kind face, smiling and clasping his hands behind his back, looking at the projection of the heaven in the distance.
But soon, his body froze and became a little stiff.
"Heaven...heaven..."
"Did something happen?"
There is nothing else. There are still enough visions of heaven, and there are also cards, but the buildings above are in a state of disarray, as if they have been gnawed by dogs, and they do not look much better than those in the underworld.
If it weren't for the crushing of visions, I'm afraid everyone would still think that heaven is not necessarily comparable to hell.
At least I can still say that my decoration style is war style.
And you?
Doghouse style?
Frowning slightly, the smile on the old man's face gradually dissipated, his eyes filled with cold edge, and disappeared in the next second.
Only the miserable corpse of the scavenger was left, still lying on the same spot.
After a few seconds.
As the smell of blood spread, several ghosts came over and tore at his body, causing flesh and blood to fly everywhere.
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"North Pole now controls Heaven. If I just go back..."
"I'm afraid it will be detrimental to me."
"We still need to find some more heavenly soldiers. Only when we have military power can we be more confident."
The girl hesitated.
She's not afraid of the Arctic Emperor, she...she just wants to help Heaven regain more combat power!
Don’t even look at what the Arctic is like.
The good Heavenly Court was so ruined under his watch. It was simply a shame for Heavenly Court.
If it weren't for the fact that the king was still sleeping, I would have to punish him severely!
