I, the Emperor of Heaven return

Muyu City, Mushen Realm, the Sacred Council Branch, the second floor hall.

The man in white had a faint twinkling look in his eyes, staring at Nie Tian closely, and his harsh voice resounded in the hall.

Nie Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't expect this guy to be so arrogant, and he directly scolded all the warriors in the Jingshen Realm as trash!

Nie Tian's consciousness swept over the man in white, and he couldn't help but be stunned, with a flash of horror in his eyes.

The strength of the man in white exceeded his expectations, and he was actually in the early stage of the middle god.

However, there was nothing strange about this, but most of the warriors who participated in the lower god competition forcibly suppressed their strength and did not break through. As soon as the competition was over, their strength was immediately promoted, which was very normal.

What really surprised Nie Tian was the age of the man in white, who was only in his twenties.

This person was really in his twenties, not just in his twenties.

Most of the warriors in the God Realm looked very young, but the man in white in front of Nie Tian was not young in appearance, but really young.

Nie Tian had a very strong perception ability, and this person's bone age was only more than 20 years old, and there was absolutely no mistake.

A mid-level god warrior in his twenties is really scary!

Actually, Nie Tian is also in his twenties now, but he has lived two lives, so his total age is more than two hundred years old.

Xue'er is very young, but her identity is different, so she is naturally not comparable to other warriors.

Nie Tian couldn't understand why the man in white in front of him was so strong.

It is obvious that this man's godhood was not inherited or plundered, but condensed by himself.

"In his twenties, the strength of a mid-level god!" At this time, the Broken Hearted Young Master also noticed something, his eyes trembled violently, and he couldn't help but screamed out, obviously very shocked.

Such a demon's strength and talent cannot be matched even by the top geniuses of the upper three realms.

"Yu Jiuxiao, he is Chen Wuqing, the leader of the lower god of the Litian Realm. Compared with the leader of the lower god of your Jingshen Realm, he is probably a dragon and a snake." Seeing the Broken Hearted Young Master so surprised, Jiang Baoyu couldn't help but sneer, and his sinister eyes swept over Nie Tian and others, appearing even more contemptuous.

Xue'er's martial body is very strange, and other people can't tell her bone age.

So even if she is very strong, Jiang Baoyu is not surprised.

As for Nie Tian and Mo Ruxi, their talents are amazing, but compared with Chen Wuqing, they seem to be much worse.

Chen Wuqing and Nie Tian are both leaders of the lower gods. One is the strength of the early middle god, and the other is the strength of the late lower god. The gap is indeed obvious.

Broken Heart Young Master looked at Chen Wuqing with burning eyes, as if thinking about something, and was speechless for a while.

"This lord." At this time, Nie Tian stepped forward, his eyes swept across Jiang Baoyu, and said lightly: "He and I are both leaders of the lower gods. Who is the dragon and who is the snake is not certain."

Nie Tian admitted that Chen Wuqing's talent was indeed shocking, but he believed that if he fought with this person, the outcome would be hard to say.

After the Twelve God Palaces Competition, his strength has also improved a lot, especially the Nine Extremes War God Art has broken through to the sixth level of the Wind Extreme Heaven Realm, which has made his combat power a qualitative leap.

"Boy, you are arrogant in front of me, you chose the wrong person." Chen Wuqing smiled coldly, suddenly took a step forward, and released a sharp murderous aura from his whole body, turning into an invisible blade, and rushed towards Nie Tian.

"Puff!" The void trembled slightly, and then a sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded.

Nie Tian's face sank, and a sword intent burst out, blocking the invisible blade in the air.

His eyes couldn't help but turn cold, looking at Chen Wuqing coldly, he didn't expect the latter to dare to attack here.

Chen Wuqing attacked with a move, which was easily blocked by Nie Tian, ​​and his face was slightly surprised.

His move was not to kill Nie Tian, ​​but just to make the latter embarrassed.

Unfortunately, Nie Tian's strength exceeded his expectations.

"Hmph." Chen Wuqing calmed down immediately, laughed sinisterly, and said, "Boy, you are quite strong, no wonder you can get the lower god champion. But in the next competition, you will definitely lose to me!"

"Competition?" Nie Tian was slightly stunned, a little puzzled.

But he thought about it, the competition Chen Wuqing mentioned should be a contest between several champions, in order to get the attention of the Holy Council.

After all, they are now in the Holy Council, even if Chen Wuqing is so arrogant, he dare not fight.

Nie Tian has no intention of entangled with Chen Wuqing, turned to look at the Broken Heart Young Master, and said, "Lord Holy Judge, let's go."

Broken Heart Young Master nodded slightly, and left with Nie Tian and others.

"Yu Jiuxiao, I will never forget what you did to my sister back then. One day, I will definitely kill you with my own hands!" Jiang Baoyu looked at the back of the Broken Heart Young Master, with extreme coldness flashing in his eyes, and said fiercely in his heart.

"Lord Holy Judge, the strength of that silver-haired boy is a bit strange." Chen Wuqing looked at Nie Tian and couldn't help but whispered.

"When we enter the Glazed Demon Tower later, if there is a chance, kill him!" Jiang Baoyu's face was cold and he spoke coldly to Chen Wuqing.

"Yes." Chen Wuqing nodded heavily, with a murderous chill on the corner of his mouth.

The Broken Hearted Master led Nie Tian and others into the third floor, and under the guidance of an old man in green, they temporarily came to a room.

After entering the room, the Broken Hearted Master's face eased a little, and he exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and the whole person was much more relaxed.

Nie Tian frowned slightly. He could faintly see that there seemed to be a very deep hatred between Young Master Duanchang and Jiang Baoyu that would never end.

However, Young Master Broken Heart obviously did not want to get entangled with Jiang Baoyu, and there seemed to be some guilt in his eyes.

Nie Tian didn't know what grudges there were between the two, and he wasn't interested, so of course he wouldn't ask.

"Nie Tian, ​​you must be careful about Chen Wuqing!" At this time, Young Master Duanchang looked at Nie Tian with a worried expression on his face and warned him cautiously.

"This person's talent is indeed very strong, I will be careful." Nie Tian nodded slightly. Even though Chen Wuqing's talent was strong, he was not afraid.

Young Master Duanchang shook his head at this moment and said: "If I read it correctly, Chen Wuqing should be an innate divine warrior!"

"Innate divine warrior?" Nie Tian was slightly startled, not quite understanding what Young Master Duanchang said.

Young Master Duanchang's eyes tightened and he said: "Godhead is the symbol of a warrior in the divine realm. Many people inherit their godhead. Only about one-tenth of the warriors who have truly condensed their godhead. But there is another way to obtain the godhead, which is extremely It’s rare, so it’s rarely mentioned.”

"Godhead can also be born!"

"Innate godhead?" Nie Tian's eyes trembled slightly, and his face couldn't help but become weird.

This was the first time he had heard that godhead could be born.

"Yes!" Mr. Broken Heart nodded heavily and said: "In this world, there are a very small number of warriors. When they were still fetuses, their martial bodies were different from others. They were very devouring and could swallow powerful power from the mother's body. , directly cultivating the divine personality in the fetal stage!”

"This..." Nie Tian's eyes trembled violently, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.