The prince of heaven only wants salted fish

The huge light element palm dispersed, and the domain pressure that had previously enveloped everyone in the dark forces also disappeared.

Clara was finally able to move, and she was so lucky to have survived after such a huge disaster that she couldn't even care about what Jicheng said before. She couldn't help but turn her head and glare at Jicheng: "I only took action at the last moment, but I really have you!"

Jicheng smiled with a smile on his face: "Aren't all protagonists who appear at the last moment like this?"

Clara: "Bah!"

God knows how panicked she was during the two minutes she faced St. Autopheus.

She probably knew that Jicheng wanted to lure Saint Autopheus out by attacking the Holy See of Light, but when they actually came out, Clara was really scared when faced with that overwhelming pressure. What if Jicheng also came out? What should I do if I can’t beat St. Autopheus?

But okay——

When St. Eutrophis dispersed his light element palms in Jicheng and revealed his identity as a false god, his expression instantly became furious: "Who are you? Why are you talking nonsense!"

However, if you analyze the tone of St. Ottopheus carefully, it is not difficult to find the panic in it.

Jicheng looked at St. Autopheus with a bright smile. At this time, he did not hide anything, and the "God's Abandoned Mark" on his forehead shone particularly brightly in the sun: "You can't recognize me now? Lancelot... Autopheus.”

He directly called St. Autopheus by his real name. At the same time, the thousands of sword shadows in the sky suddenly merged into one, and the tip of the giant sword pointed directly at Autopheus.

And Jicheng said in a friendly tone, "I am your father."

*

The gorgeous palace collapsed, and among the ruins of the holy city, the corpses of the legion strong men were everywhere. On top of the corpses of the two holy-level strong men, the Pope and the Director of the Inquisition, there was another even more majestic body. ——He is wearing golden armor, with ancient and mysterious divine patterns outlined on his face. This body makes people feel full of power even if it just looks like it. However, just above his chest, there is a terrifying penetration. Wound.

Until the last moment, Autopheus's eyes were still open.

His eyes widened, and even though he had lost his energy, it was not difficult to guess from his facial expression what kind of surprise and... panic he faced at the last moment.

After all, even if he is just a "false god", his power in this world has reached its peak. And to be able to kill a god with one blow, how terrifying is this power?

And even someone like Clara, who already knew the details of Jicheng, couldn't help but look at him with fear in her eyes, as if she was worried that if she didn't say anything right, the other party would attack her.

"With such power... you are a god, right?" She couldn't help but ask.

"You can already build another divine court."

Jicheng put away the remaining hundreds of flying swords - the force used when he collided with Autophes just now was too great. Even if these thousands of flying swords were carefully refined, many of them were from the dwarves behind him. The clan had stepped up their efforts to refine it, but it could not withstand such a fierce collision, and most of it had been destroyed.

He looked down.

In the collision just now, even the carefully refined flying sword couldn't withstand the torment, and how could the temple below Autophes withstand such a force? Even under Jicheng's deliberate control, the entire temple had been destroyed into ruins, and most of the holy city had been affected.

And this seems to be the next fate of the Holy See of Light.

"Establishing the Holy Court? There is no need," Jicheng said with a smile. "How about establishing another Holy See of Light and letting people overthrow it?"

Hearing what he said, Clara relaxed a little and burst into laughter: "Then what are you going to do next?"

"Let's go back to my hometown." Jicheng raised his eyebrows.

When he said this, many dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky, and white light rolled at the same time, as if thunder and lightning were brewing.

Before Clara and others could react, the two saint-level elders of the Elf clan had already reacted and exclaimed: "Divine Tribulation!!"

Boom! !

Lightning strikes!

Jicheng gathered all the flying swords that remained before, and also slashed them with a backhand sword energy!

——August 36879, the Holy See of Dust and Light launched a decisive battle, killing the false god Lancelot Autophes with one sword, and smashing the divine calamity with another sword. On this day, a new god was born. A new era begins.

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After leaving the Sibajiuwu small world, Jicheng did not go to the next small world immediately, but found the Siming God: "Tell me, what is going on."

——

I pretended to be out of touch when I was in Sibajiuwu’s small world, now let’s continue pretending to him!

Jicheng sneered: "Don't tell me that this is an imbalance of luck." Things like false gods have come out, and this is definitely not an excuse for him to save him because of the reversal of luck.

Siming Tianshen's eyes drifted left and right: "This... this..."

Jicheng still sneered, as if to say, I want to see how you are going to quibble.

Siming God's face turned from red to white and then from white to red. In the end, judging from his expression, he probably couldn't come up with any reason, so he simply stamped his feet and waved his hands, and another group of Gods quickly gathered.

Taking advantage of Jicheng's current soul state, they swarmed up to pick him up again and rushed toward the boundary gate: "His Royal Highness, rush to the duck!!!"

Siming Tianshen also took the opportunity to encourage: "This is the last world, Your Highness the Crown Prince! When everything is over, you will know what happened!"

"His Royal Highness the Duck Prince!!!"

Jicheng: "???"

Between the misty peaks, clouds and smoke linger.

In the huge school, hundreds of boys and girls in white disciple uniforms sat in it, most of them holding paper and pen, copying something furiously.

Standing at the front of the lecture hall was a gentle woman: "Our Wuding Sect has a long history..."

She was wearing a green shirt, and the special decorations embroidered on the collar showed her golden elixir cultivation - this is absolutely an elite disciple in any sect in the fairy world. If it is a smaller sect, it is enough to be an elder.

In the fairy world, the cultivation method of spiritual power has long been popular. Even the most ordinary people know two or three simple formulas. As long as they have some talent in cultivation, they can try to join the major sects and seek the true path to immortality.

Of course, the major sects of cultivating immortals also have to pay attention to the threshold when recruiting disciples. Whether you can join a good sect depends entirely on your talent - or if you really have a good background, then there is no need to say more.

This is the top sect in the fairy world, the Wuding Sect, which specially opened a school for reserve disciples.

The Wuding Sect recruits disciples differently from most other sects. It is not that you just put your hand on the crystal ball to test your spiritual power talent and that's it. The Wuding Sect is peaceful and upright, even to the point of being a little slow: they will first gather the disciples who come to register together, arrange for people from the sect to come to teach, and everyone will practice and test together. After a year, they will select the real entry disciples based on the situation of this batch of applicants.

Although it is a bit slow, it is undeniable that this gives many practitioners with mediocre talents and family backgrounds a chance. They may not be talented enough to join the Wuding Sect, but in the year of Wuding Sect's assessment and practice, they can also learn good skills and some knowledge of cultivating immortals. No matter whether there will be opportunities later, there are always more possibilities.

Therefore, the reputation of the Wuding Sect in the fairy world has always been excellent.

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Wuding Sect has a long history and is profound. Even when teaching reserve disciples, they are all about the comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor. In addition to the cultivation of spiritual skills, the course content will also include formations, refining equipment, refining pills, controlling beasts, cultivating spiritual plants and a comprehensive overview of the history of the sect.

Of course, because there is only one year, these courses are basically broad but not detailed, and most of them are just an overview.

When Ji Cheng's consciousness slowly recovered in his new body, he felt that his whole body was light and floating as if he was in the clouds. The voice of the Jindan disciple in front of him was sometimes far and sometimes near, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

- In human language, he was dozing off.

"Ji Yunzhi, Ji Yunzhi!" Seeing Ji Cheng's hazy eyes as if he was about to fall asleep, the people next to him pushed him and said, "Wake up."

"You fell asleep in history class," said his deskmate, who was very disappointed. "You have no chance in the final assessment!"

As the top sect in the fairy world, Wuding Sect is lenient to reserve disciples, but the real entry standard is still very strict. There are several thousand reserve disciples in this batch, and the proportion of those who can pass the assessment and enter the formal entrance is probably less than one in ten.

And Ji Yunzhi's cultivation talent is mediocre among these thousands of people. If he doesn't get enough points in other courses, he will be completely finished.

Ji Yunzhi's body is not very old, about a teenager. After entering this body, Ji Cheng took a few seconds to receive all his memories.

Hearing this, he opened his eyes sleepily and said lazily, "Isn't history class for falling asleep?"

The deskmate immediately showed a look of shock.

However, despite saying so, Ji Cheng still straightened his body slightly and listened to the Jindan disciple on the stage.

Ji Yunzhi's experience in the past ten years is really unremarkable. He is an ordinary orphan who was picked up and raised by an ordinary cultivator. The cultivator was about to reach the end of his life and died two years ago. After that, Ji Yunzhi embarked on the road of studying abroad.

Ji Yunzhi is also a person who goes with the flow. He has a little talent for cultivation, but he is only average among many immortal cultivators. The immortal sect he has heard the most about since he was a child is Wuding Sect, so after his adoptive father died, he went directly to Wuding Sect. Then he waited for half a year beside Wuding Sect, just when Wuding Sect recruited new disciples, so he became a reserve disciple.

And his grades - just like his performance of falling asleep in history class, he is very easy-going.

Ji Cheng listened to the Jindan senior sister on the podium talking about the sect's awesomeness, while slowly sorting out the situation in his mind - Ji Yunzhi's life was only secondary, and he was mainly thinking about what Siming Tianshen said about "wait until everything is over".

It happened that the Jindan senior sister on the podium said: "Our Wuding Sect has a very wonderful name. Wuding seems to be as weak as duckweed, but in fact it is free and elegant, and it is vigorous and lonely at the same time, as if it has no fixed trace... I wonder if the junior brothers and sisters have any opinions?"

The boys and girls present immediately lowered their heads, looking at the table, looking at the floor, but no one looked in the direction of the podium.

So Ji Cheng, who was half-leaning his head, reached a perfect eye contact with the senior sister.

The Jindan senior sister's eyes lit up: "Ji Yunzhi, right, what do you think?"

Ji Cheng: "..."

He thought about it and replied: "I think it's better to call it Wuying Wuzong?"