God-Level Choice

They gather in the underworld, which makes the underworld full of souls. Fortunately, the underworld is strong enough, otherwise the underworld would be confused first. Kuafu sits in his Du Feng temple every day. Monitor the cutting of the underworld to prevent thieves from taking advantage of troubled waters.

Big Yan Luo, a real Taiyi man, is very busy and encounters tens of thousands of ghosts every day. Their workload is almost equal to the total amount of the past month, which makes Big Yan Luo complain. The world order gradually returned to normal, and became as calm as before, but from time to time, magical geniuses jumped out to harm the party, but were quickly killed by disciples of various sects.

Such a peaceful life passed quickly. The blink of an eye is the year. This year, the human race of Dongsheng Shenzhou regained some vitality. Datang, which once dominated the affluent central region, was replaced by many countries. Shenzhou and Dongsheng showed a trend of prosperity.

In the chaotic void, several saints who were meditating in their own small world woke up from their concentration, then shook their bodies and left their caves. into the abyss of chaos.

Zi Xiaogong, who had not appeared for a long time, fell into chaos again, and several saints came to Zi Xiao Palace one after another. After the ceremony, they came to the palace and sat on their futons.

"Whoosh!" They became saints, and the saintess appeared in front of them, but they were still unnoticed.

"Disciple, meet the teacher!" A saint hurriedly greeted the holy aunt. In this world, only the saint can make way for the saint. And the low is still so smooth, without any resentment.

"Today, I called you here to tell you something!" the holy lady said without hesitation.

When the saint heard this, his heart was broken. Thoughtful, but concentrated like an old monk, nothing changes. "A world of demons is about to be born, and a catastrophe is about to begin!" The words of the holy aunt confirmed the saint's thoughts.

The birth of the underworld had already been expected by them, but what the saint said next surprised them.

"This magical world was born to complete the way of heaven, but I don't know if the way of magic can be recognized by the way of heaven. There is something in the words of the saint. All saints are child prodigies." Now he understands the meaning of the saint.

"The underworld is its own world, and it is controlled by the master of the underworld. Whoever wins the treasure of the underworld can become the master of the underworld and command the underworld! Although the master of the demon world cannot be sanctified, as long as he is in the demon world, he can have It's stronger than a saint!" said the saint, without eating the fireworks. But the cold voice gave way to the excitement in the saint's heart, and his eyes looked eagerly at the saint.

Hearing this, they already knew what the saint meant. The birth of the underworld is unstoppable and inevitable, but the Lord of the underworld also has variables. Moreau is not the master of the underworld, but a smoke bomb. As the saying goes, the general trend cannot be changed, but the small trend can be changed 000 times. All Tiandao wants is to make up for himself. He doesn't care who the Lord of the Underworld takes.

"The demon world will be born in the next year. At that time, you can arrange for the disciples who committed murder to enter the demon world to complete the murder!" the holy lady continued. "But you can't enter the underworld while waiting for a saint!"

"Yes, teacher!" a saint bowed in response. The saint's words are imperial decrees, and they dare not disobey them.

"Okay, you go!" After hearing his words, the holy lady disappeared silently again.

"Congratulations! The teacher was worshiped by the saint again. Then he slowly exited Zixiao Palace and walked towards his dojo...