When Qin Changsheng asked the Wushen Sect, he was also asking himself.
Just ask himself, when he steps into the Divine Lord and has the qualifications to exchange for the world, he will also absorb the resources of this world.
Nothing else.
Because there is a divine king above the divine king.
Qin Changsheng will never forget that he has already formed a grudge with the Dragon Clan.
In the future, when faced with Bi An, this hatred will evolve into a life-and-death feud.
In addition to the Dragon Clan, there is also the Sima Family.
This is the pseudo-god clan of the Wuji Divine Realm, and Sima Nan is a veteran god king.
Thinking of this, Qin Changchang let out a long sigh.
Now when I look back at the forces that led to the world being sealed, I don't feel so hateful anymore.
All for myself.
Not so particular.
But what disgusts Qin Changsheng is that Tuman, a guy who talks about benevolence and morality, is actually full of selfishness.
Carrying the banner of morality to seek benefit for oneself, what is this but a hypocrite?
Tuman calmed down, pushed aside the crowd, and looked at Qin Changsheng.
"Yes, I did it for myself."
Qin Changsheng tilted his head and said nothing.
Tuman continued: "I want to control the world, I want to own the resources of the entire Fuyao world, and I want to become a god. And you, Fuyao Mountain, and the Fuyao elder you call are all stumbling blocks for me to control the Fuyao world."
"No more pretending?" Qin Changsheng teased.
"No more pretending!"
Tuman took one step forward, and the violent mana in his body suddenly recovered.
He raised his hand and struck a palm, and a large formation was instantly destroyed.
He looked at Qin Changsheng provocatively and said, "Come on, let me see how you, a young boy who has just joined the quasi-emperor, can suppress this shaman sect like me."
Qin Changsheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he directly pulled out the sword of life and threw it into the center of Wushen Sect.
The sword energy was raging, and the disciples of the Wushen Sect were wailing everywhere.
Qin Changsheng took out the Greedy Wolf Sword again, and with his other hand, directly activated the formation that enveloped the Wushen Sect.
Six sets of killing formations, a total of thirty-six seats.
Although four of them were destroyed, the remaining killing formations still displayed terrifying strength.
The quasi-emperor of the Wushen Sect has no ability to resist in front of the killing array.
Soon, the Holy Saints and Quasi-Emperors fell one after another, leaving only fourteen emperors in the field.
Qin Changsheng held the Greedy Wolf Sword and remained motionless.
"The foundation of the Wushen Sect is still strong. It has actually cultivated so many emperors. If it were placed in the world where I was born, it would be enough to sweep all the gods' families in the secret world."
Tuman waved his fists and tried desperately to break these formations.
The wails of the Wushen Sect disciples kept echoing in his ears, and the anger in his eyes became more and more violent.
"Ah, I want you to die!"
Tuman's body surged, his fists hit the formation, and the formation collapsed again.
Other peak emperors followed suit.
The weak Emperor Realm elder breathed a sigh of relief.
It was already very difficult for them to resist one of the eighth-level peak killing formations, let alone more than thirty at the same time.
Fortunately, they can relax a lot with the presence of the Supreme Being, who is half a step ahead of the gods, and the Sect Master, who is at the peak of the Imperial Realm.
When there were less than ten formations left, Qin Changsheng curled his lips and took action again.
There were golden patterns beating on his fingertips.
With a wave of his hand, a formation was formed.
Especially after obtaining all the resources of the Nine Lives Sect, he almost no longer had to worry about the formation not being powerful enough.
Tuman saw that the number of formations had increased again, and he was so angry that he almost exploded.
"Shuzi, do you dare to confront me openly?"
"Don't dare."
Qin Changsheng responded decisively.
Are you kidding me? There are fourteen quasi-emperors here, one of whom is still half-step into the divine realm and can initially master the power of the divine realm.
Although his physique is powerful, his magical power is only in the early stage of quasi-emperor. Facing so many emperors at the same time, he might be beaten to death.
When he was dealing with the Nine Lives Sect just now, he used formations to kill 80% of those people's strength before he was able to completely annihilate their opponents.
Therefore, he planned to do the same when facing the Wushen Sect.
Of course, the main thing is to kill those who are in the way first, and leave Tuman behind in the end, just so you can test your own strength.
"ah!"
Tuman's clothes burst open, revealing his solid muscles.
Even though his hair was gray and he looked like he was about to die, his body was not inferior to that of a young man at all.
After Tuman was undressed, the muscles on his body twisted, and strange black patterns appeared on his body.
When these lines appeared, Tuman's aura suddenly increased tenfold.
The formation that originally took more than a dozen punches to break now only requires one or two punches.
Qin Changsheng looked at Tuman carefully.
He also has this method of increasing his strength in a short period of time, and he is stronger than Tuman.
But the patterns on it are a little weird.
He seemed to have seen it somewhere.
"Alas, Su Xin is gone, and now there is no one who can help."
Qin Changsheng rubbed his wrist and watched as Tuman smashed the last formation into pieces. Golden ripples appeared under his feet, and then he disappeared from the spot.
Tuman was stunned for a moment, and then heard the wailing coming from behind him.
When he turned around to look, he found that the elders of the sect, whose strength had been greatly reduced, were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of Qin Changsheng.
Every time Qin Changsheng flashes, an elder falls.
"You really deserve to die!"
Tuman's eyes were red, and two hot dragon auras were sprayed out from his nose.
The space around him continued to be compressed, and then there was an explosion, and Tuman rushed towards Qin Changsheng like a falling meteor.
Intense oppression came over me.
Qin Changsheng eliminated the last elder who was not at the peak of the Emperor Realm. He looked at Tuman who was rushing over, and the energy and blood furnace in his heart was in full operation.
The Shura armor was put directly on his body.
The star armor is attached to the Shura armor.
For a time, a violent and ferocious aura swept through the entire Wushen Sect with Qin Changsheng as the center.
Greedy Wolf Sword let out a happy cheer.
In conjunction with the Devouring Martial Soul, it devoured the surrounding mana and energy and blood souls.
At this time, Tuman was already close.
Tuman clenched his fist like a millstone and smashed it down hard.
The strong wind brought by the fist hit Qin Changsheng on the face first.
Qin Changsheng, however, calmly summoned the Jiuqu Blood River and blocked it in front of him.
Tuman punched the Jiuqu Blood River with anger, causing ripples to form in circles.
At the same time, a sizzling sound came from Tuman's fist.
The corrosion and pollution of the Jiuqu Blood River made Tuman feel pain. He quickly withdrew his fist and looked at Qin Changsheng with a horrified expression.
"You are at the quasi-emperor level, how can you withstand my punch."
"That's how far apart you are from the world."
Qin Changsheng's tone was calm and he continued: "You can't beat me, a little guy who has just entered the quasi-emperor, how can you escape your fate?"
"You're lying to me!"
Tuman shouted in disbelief.
Qin Changsheng shrugged: "It doesn't matter."
He raised the Greedy Wolf Sword and opened his lips lightly.
"Sword Blade Madness!"
