God-level Stealing System

Seize the Dao Sutra!

The road to seize the world!

Silence was slightly startled. When he heard the name, Sutra was so domineering that he couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Wasn't this guy just lying to him?

"Don't think too much. A strong man should have the self-confidence of a strong man. If he is timid, how can he be considered a hero?" After all, Long Ying has experienced countless years, and his vision and mind are only higher than that of Silence. He can see through his thoughts at a glance. , sneered proudly.

This feeling of "telling" made him gradually enter the state.

Silence didn't suppress it this time, and saluted again: "How dare you ask senior to teach me!"

"Heaven and earth have roots, and the great road has spirit. The one who preserves heaven and earth dominates heaven and seizes spirit..."

Long Ying mouthed the sutra to seize the Dao. As soon as the first word came out, a thunder flower was born, but it was not golden thunder, but red like blood, as if it was not born from heaven and earth, majestic and aloof, but contained countless eras. The sorrowful roar of countless creatures since then!

The silence was surrounded by scriptures, and visions appeared in his eyes, as if he had returned to ancient times and witnessed a period of magnificent times for all races. At that time, the sky was millions of feet high and the earth was hundreds of millions of miles wide. There were countless mysterious creatures living in the sky and the earth. Another breath that made Silence tremble came one after another.

Suddenly one day, the earth cracked, the sky collapsed, countless unspeakable catastrophes appeared all over the continent, everything was in chaos, and countless races were wiped out in an instant. Even the powerful quasi-emperors were as insignificant as ants in this kind of catastrophe. .

Only supreme beings can have any power to protect themselves, but if they protect themselves, they will be unable to save their clansmen. The anger and fear of watching their clans perish under the catastrophe of heaven and earth has collapsed their way of doing things. Heart, let them look up to the sky and be furious!

Silence's mood seemed to be affected, because he saw a group of humans, dressed in the simplest coarse linen clothes, hiding between the two mountains, kneeling on the ground tremblingly, praying to the gods in the sky to spare them. .

But their fantasies were false after all. A mountain peak suddenly collapsed, and countless rolling stones fell towards them. Some tribesmen were smashed into pulp on the spot!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Those strong young people roared angrily. They could not tolerate the death of their own people, and they even joined forces to cast a magical spell to protect everyone in the middle.

But how can human power resist God? In ancient times, the human race was the weakest ethnic group. It had no magic of its own and could only learn from other races. But how could the magic of foreign races be suitable for humans?

They had only scratched the surface. After blocking ten breaths, the layer of protective light was shattered. Hundreds of young people suffered backlash and exploded to death together.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

An angry voice sounded, and a middle-aged man walked out of the center of the group. He was wearing a tiger skin shirt, which was a symbol of strength and meant that he had killed a king of the tiger clan.

It could be seen that he had been injured before, and the tiger skin clothes were full of blood, so he did not come out immediately.

But now, after all the young men in the clan who know magic are dead, if he doesn't come out, his clan will really be destroyed!

The strength of this middle-aged man is really strong, comparable to that of the current strong men in the Law Realm. After punching out, he roared like an angry tiger and directly smashed the hilltop into pieces!

With such strength, among ancient humans, he was definitely a strong man!

But no matter how strong he was, his blood would eventually end. When the mountainside collapsed, he could no longer roar. He could only hold the biggest stone and use the power of self-destruction to buy the last bit of time for his people.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Maybe that middle-aged man is one of their tribesmen? After seeing his death, the humans who were about to escape from this place roared in despair, but they did not retreat. Some old people looked at each other and laughed loudly.

They knew they didn't have much time, so they didn't leave. Instead, they looked back and walked proudly to the back of the team, using their only blood to build a final barrier for the tribe.

Bang!

A stream of gravel fell and hit the blood barrier, causing countless waves to splash and killing seven or eight old people immediately.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After all, those old people were old and lacked blood. They might have been strong men when they were young, but now they didn't have much strength. Under countless rubbles, they finally made it to the end, using their lives to continue the journey for their people.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The strong ones died, the young ones died, the old ones died, and now there are only some women and children left in this ethnic group.

Those women seemed to have realized their fate, but they were still walking hard, because it didn't matter if they died, the important thing was to send their children away, and the tribe's inheritance couldn't be lost!

Bang!

A piece of gravel fell and hit a woman at the back of the team, but it did not hit her waist because she still had a child in her arms.

"Son, mother, I'm sorry for you..." the woman wailed. She didn't cry when her clan leader died, and she didn't cry when her man died.

But she is crying now, but not for herself, but because she is leaving her child and will never see them again!

This is just a microcosm of this tribe. The tribesmen who are left behind are basically experiencing this kind of thing. Other tribesmen are shouting, but they do not look back. They just take the children of the dead people with them and continue on their way.

It's not that they are ruthless, but they were born in ancient times and they can only do this. If they act on their own initiative, their tribe will really perish!

"Mom..." Some half-year-old teenagers were already shouting and moving forward with a child in their hands and a child on their backs, but some two or three-year-old children were still in a state of ignorance and crying sadly.

When they were tired of crying, the last glimmer of innocence in their eyes disappeared, and then they fell silent. When they woke up again, they seemed to have forgotten everything and were unconsciously yelling along with the tribe.

This is a required course for the survival of the ancient human race. They do not have the powerful magical skills of other races, so they can only vent their hatred in this way.

But venting it doesn't mean they forget it, it just hides the death of their people in the deepest part of their hearts. One day, that hatred will turn into seeds, supporting them to continue moving forward in the rough ancient times.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Silence's eyes were red and roaring, he saw those young men dying, saw the patriarch die, saw those old men die, saw those women die, and then saw the children's transformation process.

A certain door in his heart seemed to have been blasted open, and an extreme anger filled his chest. He wished he could go back to ancient times, fight side by side with that clan leader, and tell the ruthless sky about the unyielding backbone of other clans!