seven gods

Chapter 153 Immortal King Emperor Hao
"Don't poke..."

"Really...don't stab me..."

"Ah ah ah ah..."

In his mind, the middle-aged man was still enduring the disaster of the golden chain piercing his brain.

"Brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

"Whatever you say from now on, I will follow you!"

The middle-aged man huddled in a corner and begged for mercy.

"Oh? The attitude is so good?"

Xianghuo Faxiang looked at the middle-aged man in surprise:

"But I still like your rebellious appearance at the beginning..."

The middle-aged man said loudly: "Don't stab me, I can continue to be unruly!"

Xiang Huo sneered: "Still thinking about being unruly? It seems that you haven't been stabbed enough!"

Puff puff!
A few more golden chains pierced into the middle-aged man's body.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"Stop poking!"

"Please, don't stab it!"

"My brain is going to break..."

"It's so uncomfortable...it's too deep...~~~"

The middle-aged man begged for mercy.

But Xiang Huo's handsome face had a cold expression, and more and more golden chains stabbed at him.

"Say...do you still dare to be rebellious?"

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Then after I don't stab you, do you still dare to be unruly?"

"I don't dare... I don't dare..."

"But I still like your original rebellious appearance..."

When the middle-aged man heard the words of death, his forehead suddenly went numb.

But he soon came to his senses, and said humbly, "You like what I am, and I am what I am..."

Xiang Huo laughed, the middle-aged man was finally trained to look like him.

"Take refuge with me!" said the incense stick.

"Take refuge..." The middle-aged man struggled.

But it is just a wisp of remnant soul, a wisp of remnant soul that shouldn't be left in the world, so...

"Convert..." The middle-aged man suddenly said, as if he had relieved some burden.

The next moment, the Nine-Colored Divine Light shaped itself and turned into a statue, juxtaposed with Thousand-Handed Shura!
The training of the remnant soul is actually very mysterious.

The moment the remnant soul uttered these words, Chen Ping felt that the remnant soul was already under his control.

Moreover, the original owner of this remnant soul is an extremely powerful existence, so when the remnant soul converts to him, it directly becomes a vassal of the incense and dharma. Taking the middle-aged man as the prototype, it becomes a nine-colored god statue!
At this moment, everything changed.

Chen Ping felt that he had successfully subdued the opponent.

He also came back to his senses suddenly from a state of confusion.

"Master! How are you doing, master!"

"Don't scare me!!"

Not far away, the White Jade Whale shouted anxiously.

From the duck's perspective, one could only see an extremely terrifying existence that suddenly crashed into Chen Ping's body, as if it wanted to take Chen Ping's body away.

Only then did Chen Ping come back to his senses, and realized that he had a nosebleed, so he wiped it away.

He once again turned his gaze to the dozens of statues that were pressing on him in front of him, and an undeniable supreme majesty bloomed from the depths of his pupils.

boom! ! !
Golden energy shot up from the throne.

The world in front of Chen Ping began to fall apart.

The perfect hall began to collapse, the walls, pillars, and ground were covered with cracks.

Cracks began to appear on the surfaces of the majestic statues of immortals, the immortal light collapsed, and the wings behind them were either broken or their feathers withered, stained with thick and thick blood.

A wave of depravity and death, a wave of sorrow that has run through endless years, turned into blood and filled the entire palace.

Dozens of statues shed blood and tears, their bodies were shattered, their wings were broken, only a bright red, and that deep despair shrouded the world.

They are no longer fairy spirits, but fallen with broken wings.

"quack?!"

The white jade whale covered its head with its wings, showing shock.

Chen Ping looked at the world full of ascension and mistyness before him, which suddenly turned into a bloody world of despair. With complex eyes, he said softly: "Is this... the truth of this world?"

All the statues no longer glared at him angrily, saying loudly that he was unworthy.

They looked at Chen Ping sitting on the throne, shed blood and tears, and looked at Chen Ping with despair.

"King...help me..."

"We don't want to die..."

A sad voice sounded.

It is completely different from their stalwart and powerful bodies.

It is obviously extremely powerful, like a god, but now it is like a puppy being bullied and forced into a corner, begging for the protection of its master, begging for the hope of survival...

Chen Ping was shocked, and his body was almost overwhelmed by extremely strong emotions.

At this moment, the statue of the remnant soul in his mind released countless streams of information.

All of a sudden, Chen Ping's spiritual thoughts were pulled into a brand new world.

The vast and endless continent.

The sky is round!

There are thousands of races competing for glory here, there are gods and immortals fighting, there are mythical beasts and monsters fighting for hegemony, many powerful powers are like rain, moving mountains and filling seas at every turn, breaking mountains and rivers!
It was in such a prehistoric era when there were many strong men.

There is a man wearing a royal robe who reigns supreme in this world!

He created an immortal dynasty that was extremely powerful in ancient times.

When Chen Ping saw that person, his face was infinitely majestic and possessed a unique vigor.

His name is Emperor Hao, and he is amazingly talented. He called himself king in that era, created the Great Qin Dynasty, and built that dynasty into the most amazing cultivation force in that era, making all worlds submit to him, and ten thousand immortals worship him.

The Great Qin Dynasty was growing at an astonishing speed.

Di Hao's reputation is getting higher and higher, attracting countless powerful followers.

He has everything in this world.

Power, prestige, wealth, women...

Countless people envy him.

Countless people respected him as the king of immortals.

Everyone in the world thought that he got everything in this world and that he was the happiest person in this world.

But only he knows.

He is not happy.

Because the way he seeks...

It hasn't been improved in many years!

He is almost invincible in the world.

He has almost everything the world is looking for.

But the way he pursued, the higher realm he pursued, was closed to him!
Immortal King Dihao stood on the top of the fairy mountain, looked up at the vast starry sky, stretched out his hand, but could only feel the deep malice this world had brought to him.

"I don't seek longevity, I don't seek eternity..."

"I just want to take a look at the ultimate of my way! Why...why are you blocking my way?!"

Di Hao shouted in grief and anger, even though the entire starry sky was shattered, there was no response!
Inside the palace.

Dozens of supreme immortals looked at the immortal king on the throne respectfully.

"King! You will definitely be able to lead the Great Qin Dynasty to immortality!"

"We are willing to follow you forever!!"

Dihao looked at the extremely respectful immortals below with melancholy eyes.

"Toward immortality..."

The Immortal King on the throne suddenly said seriously.

"Don't worry... this king will definitely lead Daqin to the top of the world and become an eternal and immortal dynasty!"

Below, countless strong men raised their hands high, their faces full of fanaticism.

"Da Qin!"

"Da Qin!!"

"Da Qin!!"

Their voices are like thunder, and it seems that they can really shake the world.

Looking at the countless fanatical powerhouses.

However, Di Hao felt bored for no reason.

Hehe... towards immortality...

Why should I lead you to immortality?
I don't even understand my own business...

Why should I lead you people to eternity?
Although Dihao was impatient, his Great Qin Dynasty had come to fruition.

More and more creatures come here attracted by the name, and more and more powerful people are willing to follow. The prestige of the Great Qin Dynasty is getting higher and higher day by day. For Immortal King Di Hao, the call for the Great Qin Dynasty to be immortal is getting louder and louder.

Dihao was very depressed, the power under his command was getting stronger and stronger.

But his personal strength, but not the slightest improvement.

There is even a setback!

Yes, Dihao's cultivation is regressing!

Immortal King Dihao panicked completely, the forces created by Lao Tzu were almost invincible.

In the end, his cultivation was regressing?

However, what Di Hao really pursued was the improvement of his personal way, and this situation was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Master Immortal King, I broke through again!"

"Hahaha! Thanks to the power of the Great Qin Empire, I have finally become the leader of the White Wolf Clan! I will always follow the Immortal King!"

"Thank you, Lord Immortal King, I have been contemplating your Thousand Illusory Dao Body Law day and night, and today I finally see the Dao, and now I am about to break through again!"

One by one, all the followers following him reported the good news to Dihao enthusiastically.

They have made great strides on the road, and their realms have frequently broken through.

The Great Qin Empire seemed to be on the hook, becoming stronger and stronger.

Dihao obviously didn't do anything.

However, the Great Qin Empire is like a wild horse that has run wild, growing continuously, and more and more fanatical followers of the Immortal King and Di Hao, all extolling the prestige of the Immortal King.

Dihao looked at the Great Qin Empire with a melancholy expression, wondering where the problem was.

Immortal King Dihao is worshiped by hundreds of millions of creatures.

Since the creation of the Great Qin Dynasty 100,000 years ago, he has never made a move.

The four loyal immortals can help him sweep away all enemies, and he doesn't need to make a move at all.

It is precisely because he has never made a move, and it is precisely because his four younger brothers are able to sweep away all enemies, that the world feels that this high-ranking Immortal King is more invincible and more unpredictable.

Only the Immortal King himself knows that if this continues, the strength of those four younger brothers will surpass him...

(End of this chapter)