I Have a City in a Different World

The Seventh Continent is like a giant ship, traversing the chaotic sea at a speed as fast as lightning.

The friction that should exist has been offset by special means, and this is the key to the movement of the seventh continent.

The monk on the land stared blankly at the sky, full of confusion and fear.

They have no idea where the ship caught in the wind and waves will drift, and what kind of fate awaits them?

The goal pursued by practitioners is to get rid of the shackles of rules and truly control their own destiny.

But at this moment, the monks felt helpless, as if everything they were after was a joke.

In the face of the repression of the gods, they are ants, and they have no resistance at all.

Once upon a time, when mortals faced themselves, were they so desperate?

Time passed slowly, and the Seventh Continent had already flown an unknown distance in the Sea of ​​Chaos.

According to the conjectures of the monks, this section of the journey must be extremely long, so as to avoid the search and exploration of the seven major expressions.

There are also many monks who are quietly accumulating strength, ready to give it a go at a critical moment.

But this is in the case of certain death, but if there is a chance of survival, the monks will never do this.

Even ants cherish their lives.

Like other monks, Tang Zhen sat quietly in the ruins, surrounded by the treasure hunters who followed him.

At this critical moment, the team cultivators gathered spontaneously in order to resist a greater catastrophe.

This humble insistence made the monks moved and bitter, and finally turned into a long sigh.

They followed Tang Zhen, but in fact they were just fighting for the last time.

But even in the past battles, Tang Zhen established an invincible image, but the monks were still worried.

After all, their enemy is too strong to resist.

For the next time, the monks on the Seventh Continent spent their time in silence.

Until a certain moment, the Sea of ​​Chaos suddenly broke open, and a huge space was revealed in front of us.

The monks were startled and looked around, then they were stunned by what they saw.

This boundless space seems to have been deliberately destroyed, and there are many lands of different sizes suspended.

If you look closely, you will find that these lands are not destroyed by humans, but are naturally generated in chaos.

Such a special environment is definitely not born, but artificially constructed.

Thinking about their own experiences, the monks can't guess the real origin of these lands.

It was clearly these robbers who looted from everywhere and then piled up again!

The entry of the Seventh Continent caused a great stir.

Each piece of chaotic land itself will automatically form a space to repel the approach of chaotic air.

After the Seventh Continent entered, the space expanded again, and now it is comparable to the Divine Court Continent.

The turbulent scene seems to have opened up the world, and it looks extremely spectacular.

Seeing this spectacular scene, the monks were stunned, not knowing how to describe their mood.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would dare to believe that such a world exists in chaos!

Looking at the scale of the chaotic space, even if it is compared to the major divine courts, it is definitely not inferior.

With the sound of a drum, the Chaos Behemoth stopped moving at the same time.

The chains hanging on them fell off at the same time and fell heavily on the ground.

From the surrounding land, there were icy gazes looking at the monks on the seventh continent.

The monks who were indifferently watched were like wild animals in the zoo at this moment, and inexplicable fear rose in their hearts.

Soon they saw that huge figures rose from the land.

The breath that belongs to the gods is released without concealment.

The trembling cultivator was silently counting at the moment, estimating the number of gods.

Counting and counting, the monks lowered their heads, not daring to take another look.

No one thought of it,

At the end of this strange journey, there will be so many gods waiting for him!

The monks were still pondering, if there was a chance, they would try to escape from the claws.

But at this moment, this idea was completely cut off.

In the face of so many gods, even thinking of running away is simply a dream.

At the same time, figures appeared one after another on the seventh continent.

There are nine paths in total, exuding an oppressive aura, making the monks' souls tremble.

No one knew where they were hiding before, and they didn't even show the slightest breath.

Soon another figure, with a stronger aura of oppression, appeared over the seventh continent.

This is a peak high-level god general, and he is also the builder of the realm of the gods, and belongs to the enemy's last line of defense.

He was suspended in the sky and glanced at the millions of monks in the giant city with indifferent eyes.

In the next instant, the realm of the gods and spirits that blocked the seventh continent completely disintegrated and disappeared.

"Until now, I'm still holding on to luck, do you really think I can't do anything about you?"

A voice came, with sarcasm in his tone.

It is the divine general who has always stood on the bright side and confronted the guarding gods, who is now looking at the center of the giant city.

Obviously, from the beginning, He has always been acting, otherwise the guarding gods would not be able to live until now.

Now that the journey has come to an end, the game is over.

The enemy did not continue to attack, but gave the guardian deity a chance to take the initiative to stand up and surrender.

There are only two options for guarding the gods, either surrender decisively or be beheaded on the spot.

It didn't take long before a figure appeared with a slightly gloomy expression.

Although it is dressed as an ordinary cultivator, but when you sense the breath, you know that it is the guarding deity.

He looked at the figures around him, shook his head with a wry smile, and then let out a long sigh.

A mysterious rune suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the guardian deity.

From the beginning to the end, the guarding gods did not choose to resist, but just let the runes lock themselves.

With the existence of this rune, the guarding gods will be imprisoned, and there is no need to worry about escaping from here.

There was another resounding voice that suddenly sounded, echoing incessantly on the Seventh Continent.

"You monks, there is only one choice now, and that is to accept imprisonment and become a servant of God.

The purpose of this is just to ensure that you will not escape and go to the court of God to inform.

After accepting the imprisonment, you can still search for treasures in the Sea of ​​Chaos as in the past, or accept tasks in exchange for rewards.

In this world, you can exchange anything, even the materials monopolized by the major divine courts can also be freely traded and purchased.

And when you accumulate enough military exploits, you will have the opportunity to obtain a godhead and become a real god!

In addition, I want to tell you that after accepting imprisonment, you will have the ability to come back from the dead.

No matter what the reason is, you can be resurrected in the resurrection pool, and your strength will not be affected in any way! "

The deity who spoke was full of bewitchment in his tone, which made the monks who were originally panic and anxious yearn for him.

Although he is persuading, he can clearly feel the domineering tone of this goddess.

Just because he is very clear, the monks today have no choice.

That's true.

For these monks, the concept of camp is not particularly obvious, and everyone belongs to the Gulan God Realm.

The place of Gulan God Realm is controlled by the major divine courts. Unless the monks actively join the divine court, they will be free.

But from now on, if they want to survive, they must join this mysterious organization.

It is no problem to join the organization. The problem is that this organization is fighting against the Seven Great Courts and has just hijacked a Chaos Continent.

Once the two sides are at war, they will definitely be immortal.

At that time, as a member of the organization, he must enter the battlefield.

If you refuse to join, you will surely die.

The monks at this moment only had one thought flashing, which was to hope that the Resurrection Pond was not deceiving.