After signing in for fifty years, I became the leader of the vampire clan

The realm of people in his small world cannot break through to the divine realm. This is fate.

After he was suppressed and killed, Fang Qingyan immediately felt that the shackles on his head disappeared. As long as he found a place to retreat for tens or hundreds of years, he could break through the divine realm and ascend to the divine throne.

Rumble——

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The originally good Three Thousand Worlds suddenly began to shake violently, crumbling and gradually collapsing.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they all looked horrified, not knowing what was happening.

Fang Qingyan's pupils shrank violently, and he immediately roared: "Three thousand worlds have been imprinted with the mark of his soul. Now that his soul is annihilated, the world will be destroyed."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

This guy is too ruthless. He has planted a mark on every world. In this way, even if he is killed by the enemy, the world will collapse with it and he will not become the enemy's trophy.

"Father, what should we do? There are still many clan members inside."

His daughter Fang Siyan asked.

Petrasha, Elizabeth, Caroline, Dracula and others also all looked at Fang Qingyan.

"Everyone, go back, I will use the laws of time and space to freeze the world."

Fang Qingyan made a quick decision.

After everyone heard this, they no longer hesitated and all returned to the world.

The wings of time and space behind Fang Qingyan bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and the vast laws of time and space rolled out, freezing the small world and temporarily stopping the collapse.

"But...what about other worlds?"

He raised his head and glanced around, and saw that one world after another collapsed one after another, like fireworks blooming, and then turned into nothingness.

There are hundreds of millions of creatures in each small world, and the sound of "Puff" comes one after another, just like the extinguishing of a candle. Every sound is the death of a world.

Fang Qingyan sighed and decided to save every one he could.

He was getting ready to take action.

Suddenly, a terrifying pressure that destroyed the heaven and earth fell from the sky.

A white-clothed god stepped onto the galaxy, carrying a terrifying divine power that made people's scalp numb. This was a middle-level god, and just looking directly at him caused severe pain like tearing one's soul.

He came from the far end of the universe, tore apart the space in one step, and then arrived in front of us.

This is a god with an old face, and there is a godhead in the middle of his eyebrow that is exactly the same as Aiwass, because he is Aiwass's father!

There are seven major divine clans in the Divine Realm, and each god has its own iconic godhead.

The members of the Vanir Protoss are born as lower gods, with a diamond-shaped godhead between their eyebrows.

As the father of Aiwass, he noticed that his beloved son's soul had been annihilated and completely fallen. Then he rushed over from the distant universe with anger and hatred.

"Ah!!! My son, why are you so stupid? Since you are in a tough battle, why don't you ask for help from your father and clan members? Your self-esteem and competitiveness are too strong, and the arrogance in your heart eventually harms you!"

He felt the breath of his son in the air.

Suddenly he looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes shed tears of blood, and the roar contained terrifying divine power, causing the heaven and earth to shake and the world to collapse.

"you!!!"

He suddenly looked at Fang Qingyan, his eyes full of resentment and hatred, as well as blazing flames. He gritted his teeth and roared, "You are just a mere ant, dare to touch my son, dare to kill the direct descendant of the Vanir Protoss. I will kill him." Pull out your soul and refine it in the fire of purgatory for hundreds of millions of years! Only by suffering the most painful torture can you relieve the pain of losing my son and the hatred in my heart!"

Rumble——

The extremely terrifying pressure of the middle god came like a landslide and tsunami...

Under this divine power, the universe collapsed inch by inch, and space shattered piece by piece, unable to withstand this terrible divine wrath.

Fang Qingyan's face turned pale, and he finally managed to resist the pressure of the middle god.

"Fatian, do we have a chance to deal with him?"

"No, Master, the gap between a lower god and a middle god is infinitely greater than the gap between a demigod and a lower god. Run quickly."

The cold voice of the God of Heaven Sword sounded in his mind.

When Fang Qingyan heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he no longer hesitated. He grabbed the void with his right hand, folded and compressed his small world with the power of space, until it became only the size of a fist, and then grabbed it.

Buzz——

The wings of time and space behind him suddenly burst out.

He froze time, traveled through space, and escaped toward the depths of the universe.

"Laws of time and space? No wonder my son fell into your hands!"

The middle god roared angrily, the divine light between his brows flourished, and the terrifying power of law exploded. He shattered the void and chased Fang Qingyan with a gloomy voice, "Where can you run? Go up to the poor blue and fall down to the underworld, my capital I want to kill you to sacrifice my son’s spirit in heaven.”

He practices elemental laws and is not good at chasing enemies.

But with the foundation of the Median God, its speed is terrifying, and it can span the galaxy.

…

Buzz buzz~

Ding ding ding!

The wings of time and space behind Fang Qingyan shook violently one after another, freezing time while folding space, leaping away, fleeing like crazy, and in the blink of an eye, he was dozens of light years away.

However, the middle god was determined to kill him and still pursued him.

"System, sign in!"

"Ding! The sign-in is successful, congratulations to the host for getting: God-Gathering Soul-Forging Pill x1!"

A pill appears in the backpack.

Fang Qingyan looked ecstatic. Sure enough, as long as he killed him, the Lord of the World, he could advance to the divine realm, and the system would give him things for advancement.

God-gathering soul-casting pill.

It can greatly speed up the condensation of the godhood and the fusion of the soul and the law.

Fang Qingyan took out the pill and swallowed it directly.

Rumble——

The wings of time and space behind him trembled violently, the light became brighter and brighter, the feathers became clearer and clearer, and the soul gradually merged with the law.

He looked back with cold eyes and gritted his teeth: "Old thing, if you have the ability, keep chasing me. When I become a god, I will send you to see your son in a minute!"

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Chapter 118

Boom!

"Where are you running!!!"

Behind him, the terrifying and horrified roar sounded like thunder, shaking the universe.

He exuded a heart-pounding aura of a middle-level god, the godhood between his eyebrows shone brightly, the elemental law roared, tearing open the space and chasing Fang Qingyan, crossing layers of universes.

"Hmph!"

Fang Qingyan's eyes were cold, and the wings of time and space behind him vibrated continuously, freezing the time and space along the way as an obstacle to him, and at the same time he jumped into space and fled far away.

Boom---He waved his hand to break the shackles of time and space, just like cutting through thorns, and rushed out with overwhelming force, continuing to pursue.

The law of the middle-level god has too much suppression on the status of the law of the demigod.

These means have little effect on him, and can only affect him for a moment at most.

This middle-level god has experienced the pain of losing his son, and he hates Fang Qingyan to the bone. He will never give up unless he kills him.

But fortunately, the ability of the law of time and space to escape is very amazing!

Although Fang Qingyan has not yet condensed his godhood, he can keep a good distance from him by using the law of time and space well, and will not be easily caught up.

Buzz---Folding the space again, he jumped to the end of the universe.

Fang Qingyan looked down at the small world in his hand, his eyes were firm.

He couldn't die anyway. If he died, the small world would collapse.

His eyes could see inside the world.

The Kingdom of Nikara, the Capet clan.

The city of Bristol, the family castle.

Elizabeth, Petsha, Dracula, Caroline, and his daughter Fang Siyan, all looked at the sky nervously.

They didn't know that Fang Qingyan was being hunted by a middle-level god and was running around the universe with the small world.

It was just that this small world was on the verge of breaking.

The three thousand laws of the river were all dried up and exhausted, and the rules supporting the world also collapsed and became chaotic. Fang Qingyan used the laws of time and space to freeze the world, allowing it to temporarily maintain the state before the collapse.

The time and space in the small world were completely still.

Only their group of people could move freely.

"I'm in a little trouble. You stay inside. Wait until I solve the problem outside and then find a way to repair the world."

A magnetic voice suddenly fell from the sky, and Fang Qingyan tried to make his voice sound calm and natural.

"You must be careful!"

Elizabeth said hurriedly. Petsha shouted, "Master, you must come back safely."

Fang Siyan also shouted, "Father, we are waiting for you to come back!"

She has long been a graceful young lady, as beautiful as Elizabeth, and very sensible. It's a pity that Fang Qingyan was unable to accompany her to grow up.

"Don't worry, I will be fine."

Fang Qingyan smiled.

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"System, sign in!"

"Ding! Sign in successfully, congratulations to the host for obtaining: Concentrating Soul Casting Pill x1."

Fang Qingyan took out the pill directly and swallowed it.

While refining the medicinal power in it, he used the law of time and space to escape far away.

The middle-level god behind him is still chasing, and will continue to chase.

Time doesn't mean much to gods. It may take billions of years to take a nap.

Once caught up, Fang Qingyan is basically dead. Even with the Sword of Heaven-Fighting, it is impossible to beat a middle-level god.

Chasing and fleeing, Fang Qingyan crossed one universe after another, passed many remnant worlds, and saw many desolate star fields.

As he fled, he slowly advanced to the realm of God.

Only when he became a lower god, he dared to turn back and fight Him.

Since the Vanir clan dared to call themselves the seven great clans of the divine realm, they must have many terrifying bosses, so Fang Qingyan did not dare to stop, fearing that this guy was not as arrogant as his son, and called a bunch of people to chase and intercept him, wouldn’t that be a disaster?

"Fattian, I become a lower god, and with your help, I should be able to kill him, right?"

Fang Qingyan communicated with the Fatian sword in his mind.

It used to stay in the furnace, and the weapon-raising furnace was to cultivate its placenta. After it was conceived, it was an innate chaotic divine weapon, knowing many secrets of the divine realm and laws.