The shocks were passed over again and again, distributed in the space. Several nearby worlds were greatly affected. Under the radiance of the gods, the creatures above began to grow like crazy. At the same time, rules in the world also appeared. Chaos, upside down, day and night reversed, fire flowing on the surface.
Su Changxing opened the door bit by bit. This gate of rules was set up here to prevent the gods from invading the high-latitude world. The method was not clever. It just roughly stacked the rules together to deal with some new gods. It is enough, and Su Changxing's divine power has long been comparable to the powerful ones among the old gods, so it is easy to break through such rules and restrictions.
Su Changxing pushed the door open with one hand. The mass of the high-latitude world was extremely large. After entering here, his body shape began to change and he was forced to compress.
None of the eight statues were here, but there was a mortal standing in front of him, an old man with white hair and a thin body.
"Tsk tsk tsk~ It's really amazing. It's hard to become a god in such an era, but you did it." The old man shook his head and said, standing on the clouds with one foot, drawing a line into the distance.
"Even if you become a god, you should know the rules. It is forbidden for gods to approach here, so you should not approach. This is how order should be."
The old man yawned again: "How about we discuss it? If you retreat from here, I will pretend that you have never been here."
Mortals are insignificant.
Su Changxing noticed that the ordinary person in front of him was different. There seemed to be a terrifying energy contained in his body, which was faintly affecting this place.
"Are you a saint?" Su Changxing asked. He had never seen a real saint, but he guessed that he was more terrifying than the eight saints. He could mobilize high-dimensional rules with just a few movements, just like the gods of this land.
The old man shook his body, as if he was chilled by the cold wind blowing, and he looked like he was scratching his head: "Forget it, I have established my destiny on the ground. Rather than being a saint, I am better off as a saint of this land. "
"I'm here, Hitomi! He is the last saint who survived by chance in the last era. He is still alive, but he must abide by the rules he set. Gods are not allowed to enter this place."
"You go."
Su Changxing stood in this land and gradually began to understand all this. He smiled and said: "That is to say, there was more than one saint in the past. Since there are nine dimensions, there are nine saints."
"High latitude space is the fortress you built, a fortress against the gods."
Hitomi raised her head and raised her chest, looking a bit funny, and said calmly: "That's right, there were nine saints back then, but now I'm the only one."
"This world is already the best it can be. There is no need to change it. The human race is what it is today because our predecessors built it bit by bit with their flesh and blood."
Su Changxing looked down at the other party and said coldly: "But does all this make sense? Do you really understand what happened?"
Tongwei was speechless and stared at Su Changxing quietly, but did not shy away from the gods: "The truth doesn't make sense, you just have to choose."
Su Changxing's mouth moved: "Of course I won't give in."
The sky at high latitudes began to rotate, and everything seemed to come alive. The sound of sharp laughter was like a thread lingering in every space.
Tongwei's head began to flicker irregularly, tilting his head, or elongating it, and it was not fixed for a moment.
Su Changxing seemed to have a choice, but in fact he had no choice. He could only keep walking forward. Once he stopped, an abyss would be waiting for him.
Time is searching for him again and again, almost finding his traces. If the black cat can hide it this time, it may not be able to hide it next time.
Once discovered by time, even if he is a god, everything will come to an end. If he does not get rid of reincarnation, everything will become meaningless, just like him before.
In fact, if he waits a little longer, he will become even more powerful, and Lauren will soon lead the army of the Holy Leaf Empire to capture the nearby world. Once this world completely full of demonic energy is occupied, the connotation of faith will be formed. By recycling, he can once again expand his kingdom of God.
He just couldn't wait, so he took one step at a time. Without knowing the time, he could only keep running with his head down, as if he was wandering in the long night. He could only move forward, hoping to find someone who could escape. A snowy house.
The color suddenly darkened, and the players in the high dimension looked into the sky. They didn't know what was going on, but they only knew that the gods were approaching here.
Soon a news spread on the forum. Hitomi, a saint hidden in the third dimension, went to the border alone to block the approach of the gods.
"What? There are actually saints in our human race? Haven't saints disappeared from the world like gods long ago?" someone exclaimed on the forum.
The saints disappeared earlier than the gods, which happened to be the time when the Titan Zerg attacked the ninth dimension. One of the saints was originally going to the ninth dimension to resist the Zerg attack, but unexpectedly lost contact, causing the ninth dimension Fall.
"Have we ever had such a saint? Why haven't we heard of it?" Someone else said on the forum. Almost all the names of saints have been circulated.
"It can't be that he became a saint in a later era," someone said in surprise.
"How is it possible? Every saint born is accompanied by earthly phenomena, and will be notified in every dimension." An anonymous boss replied, deliberately leaking such secrets to let others know.
The reason why a saint is a saint is naturally to rely on the power of the human race. The higher the prestige of a saint among the human race and the louder his reputation, the more powerful he will be.
Hitomi Wei's name spread rapidly in various dimensions through forums and was known to countless people.
This looks more like a back-up plan of the human race, left behind but used on Su Changxing.
Su Changxing noticed the change in Tongwei, and took action decisively. A series of jet-black feathers fell down, wrapping the land with dirty dreams. In just a moment in the long river of time, Tongwei was obliterated by him, and he took out the sword on this boundary. A pothole about the same size as the normal world.
Su Changxing thought of the words of the Goddess of Magic. Perception determines reality. Such belief is unbreakable, as if the world is engraved with each word.
"I am the center of the earth!"
Hitomi's voice came.
His body turned into a hundred feet in an instant, standing on the ground, with green light emitting from his body, and one hand hanging behind him.
"I passed it. Rules are rules. Even gods should abide by them." His voice came and turned into big characters, which were pressed down like a mountain.
It is hard to imagine that such a terrifying method was used by a mortal, and even Su Changxing was shocked.
Su Changxing was buried by big things. His huge body was unable to move. It was as if all the weight of the world was pressing on him at this moment, forcing him to lower his head.
What is a saint for?
Su Changxing was full of emotion. To achieve this with a mortal body was far beyond his original estimation. As the saying goes, everything depends on man-made decisions.
Rather than this being a saint, it is better to be a human god.
Su Changxing slowly raised his head, his face cold and without any fluctuation: "It is indeed amazing, but this is not enough!"
He knew that some beings were plotting.
Or gods, or something else, so they have been deliberately hiding it. Coming from the seventh dimension, they have been plundering the scattered rules, gathering them together, accumulating a small amount into a big one, and the snowball is getting bigger and bigger. , when he faced the Eight Deities in the sixth dimension, he was already able to break through the rules, but he just didn't choose to do so.
A huge scarlet scythe appeared in Su Changxing's hand. As he swung it, he cut off the characters one by one and cut off Tongwei's arm.
He lifted up this heavy world with one hand, with the sun and moon floating above it.
"you……"
Tongwei was so surprised that he was speechless. As a holy man, he was hung on a sickle and swayed, and the candle was blown by the wind.
"You stole the power of the ancient gods!"
"You're playing with fire!"
