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White feathers fly and scatter.

Su Changxing appeared on the side of a high-rise attic. His skin was gray-white, his nails became pointed and long, his eyes became scarlet, and he looked like a zombie.

Through the ability of zombie transformation, he can temporarily transform himself into a zombie-like creature, greatly increasing various basic values.

After breaking through the fifth level, his various values ​​have exceeded fifty and are close to sixty, and his physique has reached a value of sixty-seven.

Although this kind of physique is not as good as the Titans, it definitely surpasses most species.

After turning on the zombie state, Su Changxing's various numerical values ​​increased significantly, basically reaching over sixty, and his physical constitution reached a terrifying value of seventy-eight.

Basic attribute values ​​become more difficult to improve as you go later, and every improvement is a qualitative change.

An improvement of more than ten points is definitely an unimaginable leap. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an improvement in life level.

With his current physique, he can be reborn even with a drop of blood. If he wants to kill him, he can only do it by completely killing all parts of his body in a very short period of time.

Because of his position, it is even more difficult for Su Changxing to die now. Even if his true body is completely killed, he can be reborn as long as his clone is still there.

But what kind of process this is is unknown.

"Monster." The saint from hundreds of religions said contemptuously when he saw Su Changxing's appearance.

Su Changxing didn't care about such ridicule at all, and chuckled: "You are not, and you are not. Human beings who are so powerful are themselves monsters."

Extraordinaryness itself is a process from human to non-human.

When it is so powerful that it loses its identity as a human being, it is probably a god or some other species with a higher level of life.

A slender scarlet sickle appeared in his left hand. He jumped up high and slashed it with the sword. The figure turned into seven, and seven turned into forty-nine.

In an instant, there were shadows wielding sickles in front of the attic. Su Changxing swung thousands of knives, radiating his power with maximum efficiency, pouring it all in the direction of the saint of hundreds of religions.

The domains of both sides formed a brief balance in the impact, but Su Changxing realized the terror of the Saint of Hundred Religions. His domain contained majestic power, although its own rules were not as complete as those constructed by Su Changxing.

Su Changxing has been able to increase the concentration of his mind to more than two hundred times, but this is already the limit of this ability.

The terrifying force collision caused violent vibrations in the space, and the entire attic was razed to the ground in an instant.

Numbness, dizziness.

Su Changxing was holding a sickle and standing among the ruins. Half of his body had disappeared, but no blood flowed out. His body recovered at a visible speed. In a few breaths, his missing left hand and left foot grew back.

"You are no match for me." The Saint of Hundred Religions said calmly, looking at Su Changxing indifferently, with his hands behind his back, intact.

In the battle just now, Su Changxing was indeed at a complete disadvantage, with half of his body destroyed.

But this actually gave Su Changxing some confidence. He knew the approximate strength of the opponent. Although he was much stronger than him, the two sides were at least on the same level.

This is not a hopeless fight.

The fact that a saint can be born in the world of Litian is enough to prove its profound foundation.

The world's power system is often shaped into a pyramid. The higher you go, the smaller the number of people. Eventually, it will reach a limit. Such a limit is difficult for people in this world to break through, unless there is external force.

A ferocious smile appeared on Su Changxing's face: "Do you regret provoking me? You didn't expect me to be so strong."

The stars in the eyes of the saints from hundreds of religions are brilliant, blending with the stars in the sky. Just standing there is a myriad of things:

"regret?"

"Of course I don't regret it, but you interest me very much. The reason why saints are saints is because beneath them all are mortals, an existence that is elusive but elusive."

"But you have broken this restriction. You are not a saint, but you have the power of a saint, which has never been seen since ancient times."

Human beings are creatures with strong desires. The higher they go, the more they crave. The more they crave, the more they want to go up.

The same is true for extraordinary people. They will not let their desires disappear, but will go to extremes in a certain direction.

The saint of the Hundred Religions looks very good, and he looks to be forty or fifty years old at most, but he has become a saint at an unknown age, probably several thousand years.

"You have to know that people are still human after all. When I first became a saint, I was so ambitious that I was bound to break the boundaries of life and reach a height that no one before me could reach."

"Time can wear away all fighting spirit, and then I gave up, knowing that it was impossible to do, at least as a human being, it is impossible to do it. Human beings themselves are a miserable race, pretentious, but like dust.

"

The face of the saint from hundreds of religions became older at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his majestic momentum increased again. The whole world was under his control, pressing firmly on Su Changxing's head.

…

In a certain room, a huge bronze mirror on the wall reflected this scene. There were only a few people in the room, all wearing gray robes and looking nervous.

A young shota with fair skin and regular facial features, wearing the same gray Taoist uniform, said doubtfully: "That devil shouldn't be the opponent of the founder, right?"

The atmosphere at the scene was very solemn, and they couldn't quite see the situation clearly.

"It's hard to say. Although the Patriarch is said to be a saint, the fact that the demon can kill so many people is enough to illustrate his strength."

"Logically speaking, the devil cannot be the opponent of the founder, but why have they been facing each other for so long?"

The Saint of Hundred Religions is probably the only saint in the world of Li Tian, ​​and he is also the most powerful existence.

This battle is related to the fate of the two worlds. If Saint L of the Hundred Religions can kill the devil, it will be a good thing, and they can successfully transfer back to their ancestral land.

What if the saints of the Hundred Religions were not the opponent of the devil...the consequences would be disastrous.

…

Boom ~ ~

There was a huge impact, and the entire mountaintop was flattened with one palm, and Su Changxing was knocked into the ground again.

The strength displayed by the saints of the Hundred Religions is extremely powerful, and even among the extraordinary people in the world, they may be the top beings.

Su Changxing was almost in a state of being beaten throughout the whole process, and could only passively defend, relying on his domain to mitigate the attacks of the Saints of Hundred Religions time and time again.

Su Changxing's mutilated body recovered again, as if nothing had happened, he looked at the saint of hundreds of religions and asked:

"Logically speaking, with the strength of your Litian world, you shouldn't be so afraid of the blood moon."

The Saint of Baijiao just glanced at Su Changxing coldly and did not answer, but Su Changxing also analyzed it with the eye of data.

The power system of Litian World is built on the so-called inheritance tree, which is a huge golden tree with leaves shining with golden light.

This can make them unable to resist the blood moon. The power of the blood moon will directly erode the golden tree, causing the foundation of their power to be damaged.

Although the Litian world is powerful, it is vulnerable to the blood moon. If it is not transferred, it will quickly perish at an unimaginable speed, turning this world into another blood moon world.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Su Changxing continued: "What is the need for a power system that is so dependent on other creatures and has huge flaws to exist, and there is no need to spread it."

Having said this, a strange smile appeared on the face of the Saint of Hundred Religions, which seemed to be a mockery but also a sneer: "Su Changxing, you are too young and do not have a thorough understanding of many things."

The battle between the two sides reached a stalemate. Although Su Changxing was suppressed and beaten by the Saint of Hundred Religions throughout the process, he was able to recover immediately after his body was broken. After he fell, he was able to get up immediately and continue fighting.

This is the time to compete for endurance.

It's just that during the battle, Su Changxing became stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and became more familiar with his own power. His physical body was also constantly being damaged and repaired, becoming more condensed, and his numerical value exceeded 80.

The Saint of Hundred Religions also became more and more frightened as he fought, feeling that Su Changxing was just a weakling who could not be beaten to death no matter how hard he fought.

Even though he used all kinds of methods, he couldn't kill it completely. Instead, he felt that the little strong man was struggling harder and harder, and his size was getting bigger and bigger!

This kind of fighting lasted for dozens of hours from dusk to dawn and then again, and everything within a radius of dozens of miles was razed to the ground. There were only large and small deep and shallow potholes, and the shapes of these potholes were large and small.

Some of them are palm style.

In such a long and high-intensity battle, even Su Changxing could not help but feel a little tired. Although he had a lot of faith as support, his mental power had its limits after all.

The saint of hundreds of religions also became very embarrassed, his clothes were in tatters, and there were large and small wounds on his abdomen, chest, arms and face.

These injuries were all caused by Su Changxing, but they were not fatal.

The Saint of Hundreds of Religions tore off his tattered clothes, revealing his not-so-strong figure, and said with more determination in his eyes:

"You are very stupid and do not understand the meaning of inheritance and accumulation. From the beginning to the end, we have wanted to bring the human race to a new level without being affected by external factors."

"We, Wanfang, will inevitably reach a new height by inheriting the unique knowledge of the saints. This is also the ambition passed down by every saint!"

After the words fell, more than a dozen vague figures appeared behind the saint of the Hundred Religions, a master holding a scroll, an old man carrying a backpack, a three-meter-tall general wearing armor, a swordsman carrying a sword and a bamboo hat, and even a

A child under ten years old wearing a tall hat...

"This is a pilgrimage. They all died on the way to pursue the great road. No one died due to lack of vitality and aging!"

A white mist-like brilliance appeared in his right hand, grabbing countless fine words from the void, which were rules condensed into substance.

"Psychologically speaking, I approve of you. Maybe you can reach higher heights, but if you stand in our way today, you must die!"

"Withered Bones God-Destroying Curse!"

Circles of waves spread out from all directions like the sound of the great avenue, and white words as smooth as mist spread everywhere in the space.

Su Changxing's body was torn apart by these words, and big white hands stretched out from the void to grab various parts of his body.

In a daze, he heard the voices of thousands of people talking, getting closer and closer, and saw their busy lives, and finally grew old in confusion and fell asleep with sighs.