"You scumbags, make good use of these three days to maximize your advantages. If you don't have an advantage, you must find a way to create an advantage. Killing a god is not an easy move."
[Bai]'s shadow appeared in front of Li Xiaobai and the others, still shrouded in darkness, with only a vague outline.
"Why us?"
Li Xiaobai asked.
"Because you are scum, what do you think are the necessary conditions for killing a god?"
[White] asked.
Li Xiaobai: "Use your brain."
Jiang Chi: "He is cruel enough."
Da Jianbi: "Can talk."
[White]: "It's easy to talk to scum. No matter what the situation, you will always only think about yourself. You will not think about the difference between yourself and God like the mediocre people outside, and worry about situations that you have never seen happen. , and then have unnecessary worries.”
"Because you only have yourself in your heart, you will always only think about establishing your own strengths and finding out the weaknesses of your enemies. Morality, dignity, vanity, sympathy, soft-heartedness, and passion will never appear in your dictionary, so You are scum, so your fight is the purest.”
"It is possible to kill gods only by throwing away the shackles of the world. This is my criterion for selecting people."
[Bai] stated his criteria for selecting people. The scene at this moment was also projected to the outside world and displayed in front of the world.
He was answering Li Xiaobai's confusion, and at the same time he was also poking fun at the naivety of outside monks.
The stars in the universe and all living things can see the huge picture in the sky, hanging high above their heads. It is so big that it is so clear that even the texture of the weeds can be seen.
[Bai]'s words hurt many people, especially the pretentious young talents. No one has ever taught them this way, but they cannot deny that in a real fight, what [Bai] said is the situation closest to reality.
"Today's monks are complacent when they get a little victory. Some people can even eat it for a lifetime. If they fail, they will lick each other's wounds and vow to work hard to become stronger."
"It's just bad luck this time. I will definitely defeat him next time. His cultivation is better than mine. Although I lost, I gained some insights. It doesn't matter whether I win or lose. Only by understanding can I go a long way. These words are almost Everybody listens, everybody speaks.”
"The surface is indifferent and the mood is lofty, but it is just a hypocritical appearance. In normal martial arts competitions, it can still gain people's respect. But when faced with a life-and-death situation, if you win, you will live, if you lose, you will die. There is no excuse for failure. An opportunity for excuses.”
[White] is elaborating on a thinking mode, a thinking mode exclusive to the strong.
But Li Xiaobai and the other three just wanted to doze off, and whether people in the spiritual world were gentle or not had nothing to do with them.
"How to kill gods?"
"This battlefield is prepared for the younger generation. Doesn't it mean that God will also send young monks?"
"Are there any gods under fifty?"
Li Xiaobai continued to ask, wanting to know more information about the gods. He seriously suspected that the suppression of his senior brothers and sisters was inseparable from these gods.
"The ones you are fighting against are the children of gods. The real gods will be dealt with by Jueding."
"The descendants of God can be regarded as infancy, possessing innate laws, innate fighting consciousness, and some even have the power of more than one law. Their personal abilities alone can overwhelm you, but in their bones they look down on living things other than living things. , being treated with contempt is one of your few advantages.”
[White] patiently introduced the descendants of God.
He didn't know what kind of offspring the gods would send. The monks sent by both sides were kept secret, and their identities could only be confirmed at the moment of contact on the battlefield.
"I remember there are three more people. Where are they?"
Jiang Chi asked, there were six people in total, it would be better to gather together.
"At other points on the battlefield, rest and rest. I will continue to guide you."
"Friendly reminder, killing God is an individual act. No matter how many people take action together, in the end only the person who gives the final blow to the Son of God will get the chance to realize his wish. Amplify your selfish desires and use your darkness to devour the light of God."
The black figures dispersed, and the three of them could only see the constantly rotating battlefield.
The picture that the outside monks saw was also a constantly rotating battlefield, but the outside picture was divided into six parts, corresponding to each person's experience.
"This senior named [Bai] is an incredible boss!"
"I kind of understand the difference between myself and the monks on the list."
"It doesn't matter. I just want to know why there will be a chicken among these six people. That guy named Ji Qingqing is a little yellow chicken!"
"The chicken that can be chosen to kill gods is definitely not an ordinary chicken. Look at it wearing overalls and having its hair parted in the middle. This is a fighting chicken!"
Monks from all corners of the universe started lively discussions.
[White] appeared for a very short time, used the shortest time to explain the situation, used the shortest time to convince them, and used the shortest time to convince the world.
Although they are fearful and uneasy now, there is also a faint expectation. Countless creatures want to see what kind of methods these chosen geniuses will use and what kind of spirit they will show.
Inside the first battlefield.
A young man carrying a golden tree clenched his fists and stared at the screen. A handsome monk beside him patted him on the shoulder, trying to comfort him.
"Master is the strongest, he will definitely win!"
"I will definitely avenge the Zhongyuan Realm!"
…
Deep in the sea.
On the vast lake, three people were floating.
"Among our senior brothers, only the senior sister and junior junior brother were chosen. How shameful. Am I not as good as that Jue?"
"Fourth, please be patient. The so-called contract is just a trick."
"Third brother is right. A piece of paper is useful if it is said to be useful. It is useless if it is said to be useless. This confrontation is just a delaying tactic. The real war will break out one day."
…
Starry sky.
On an abandoned star.
A woman is chasing a fat man and a dog.
The two of them jumped up and down, causing the stars to fall apart, but then they stopped in unison and looked at the huge picture in front of them.
"Woof!"
"Mr. Ergouzi, are you right? That chicken was captured and sent to death. How come this kid was chosen?"
The little broken dog tilted his head and stared sideways, with confusion written all over his face.
The woman frowned: "We just separated not long ago, how come the junior brother has such an opportunity? I remember that his cultivation level is still weak, why was he chosen to fight against the Son of God?"
Fatty said: "Junior brother never fails in any high-end game. The key lies in senior sister. It turns out that she was not suppressed and joined [White]'s camp. Sure enough, the warlike gene in her body has reached a level that no one can compare with." As long as she can fight vigorously, she can join forces with anyone."
"Haha, a guy who only knows how to run away is not qualified to comment on Senior Sister!"
