Mystic God-level Emperor System

"Who are you? Our Moon Worshiping Kingdom. When did we ever offend our seniors and make them do such a cruel thing to my Moon Worshiping Kingdom?"

The contemporary Moon Worshiping Emperor looked at Obota with sad eyes and said in a hoarse voice.

He has a golden body of seven kalpas, but precisely because he has a golden body of seven kalpas, he can feel the aura that other people cannot feel.

The aura on the opponent's body was like an abyss, with no end in sight and unfathomable depth. In front of the opponent, Moon Worshiping Emperor felt like he was just an ant.

"No, maybe not even an ant. Such a strong man is probably the legendary saint who controls luck!

Why would the Saint attack my Moon Worshiping Kingdom? Why? "

Moon Worshiping Emperor thought bitterly in his heart.

Behind the Moon Worshiping Emperor, there were only six Dharma ministers left, some male and some female. They were all very old. They were ready to sacrifice at any time. They were holding the magic weapon and staring at Obota.

They couldn't feel the despair of the Moon Worshiping Emperor, and felt that maybe as long as they risked their lives, they might still be able to fight each other, so everyone had a strong fighting spirit!

"You have indeed not offended me."

Obota glanced around with a smile, "But that Sage of your human race offended me so much that my divine race fell apart. Today, I am just collecting some interest.

You humans really like to reproduce. I can feel the aura of hundreds of millions of humans. Killing so many humans at once can make you feel a little bit evil. "

"The human race's Su Saint offended him?"

The Moon Worshiping Emperor was stunned, with a look of despair in his eyes.

He guessed right, since the other party can enmity with the saint, he must also be a saint!

With the strength of the Moon Worshiping Kingdom, how could it resist a saint? The other party even thought of killing all the hundreds of millions of people of the Moon Worshiping Kingdom, just to vent their bad breath?

"Senior, why does the fight between you saints affect us innocent mortals?"

Worshiping the Moon Emperor said bitterly.

The six Dharma figures behind him were a little surprised and uncertain. What the word saint represents is also clear to them. Although they have never seen a saint, they have traveled around and heard some things about saints from various foreign warriors. Rumor, I know that kind of thing deeply

Existence, to ordinary warriors, is a god!

With a single thought, mountains and rivers can crumble, and with a single palm of your hand, mountains and seas can be turned upside down!

"Oh, I don't want to either.

Who told Kunlun, your human race, to hide from a Holy Lord?

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't take it out on you ants.

But fortunately, Nan Hua is now dead in the Xuanding clan, and there is only one saint left in your human clan, Su Han. As long as I find a chance to kill him, the bad breath will be gone.

As for the Holy Lord hiding in Kunlun, I will dig him out if I have the opportunity in the future. "

Obota smiled, with a hint of cat-and-mouse in his eyes. He did not intend to kill these humans so easily. He ran through countless plans in his mind and decided to give each one a try.

Only by watching these human beings die in despair can the anger in his heart be somewhat relieved.

Thinking of this, Obota chuckled, raised his hand and grabbed a mountain range in the distance. He grabbed it alive and threw it to a corner of Kyoto, the Moon Worshiping Country.

There were countless refugees hiding there. Their faces were dull and they were looking at this scene in despair. Faced with this kind of method, even warriors were no different from ordinary people.

"Hehehe..."

Obota laughed.

Just as he was admiring the desperate expressions of these humans, a special aura rose in the direction of the refugees.

It was a middle-aged man. He flew into the air, held the falling mountain with both hands, and then threw the mountain into the distance.

boom--

The mountains fell to the ground, shaking them directly and filling the sky with smoke and dust. For mortals, this scene is like the end of the world!

At the same time, a whirlpool suddenly formed in the sky, with thunder and lightning flashing inside, as if it was about to fall at any time.

"At this time, the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle."

The figure suddenly spoke.

The smoke and dust in the sky disappeared instantly, and the thunder tribulation vortex also disappeared.

and the earth shook no more.

The Moon Worshiping Emperor looked at this figure with a look of surprise in his eyes. The other person must be a human race, and not an ordinary warrior. He was probably a saint!

"As you say, you are a quasi-sage from the Kunlun Kong family, and you have been promoted to a saint without knowing it. Your human race's luck has indeed improved."

Obota looked at Quasi-Sage Haoran and said with a half-smile.

Quasi-sage Haoran smiled and said, "The luck of the human race has indeed improved, and I have benefited from it. I was suddenly promoted to a saint during the retreat."

"Your saint's authority can even resolve thunder disasters. It's really good."

Obota affirmed the quasi-sage Haoran.

After a pause, there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "But you shouldn't show up at this moment. I don't know what method you used to cover up your aura. If you just hide yourself, maybe I really won't be able to find you." exist.

But you show up now. Killing a new saint from the human race is far more satisfying than killing these ordinary people. When the time comes, I will send someone to Kunlun to hang your head. "

Quasi-sage Haoran's face twitched twice.

How could he not know this truth?

At the beginning, he did plan to hide his whereabouts quietly and avoid this disaster.

When he came up with this idea, he was only a quasi-sage and had not yet been promoted to a saint.

But in the process of Obota slaughtering countless human races, he suddenly had an epiphany, broke through the last level, and successfully promoted to a saint.

At this time, as a saint of the human race, he could no longer watch his fellow humans being slaughtered and tortured by the other side.

Even the Thunder Tribulation of the Saint was resolved with the authority of his words. This made his strength less tempered by the Thunder Tribulation after he was promoted to Saint, which would leave some hidden dangers in the future. However, it would not be realistic to survive this thunder tribulation in front of Obota. Let alone whether the other party would let him survive the tribulation safely. Even if he survives the tribulation safely, he would lose his combat power in a short period of time. Don't say anything by then. After saving some human races, he himself must also

However, there is not even a 10% chance of escaping!

"I don't know which god among the gods my senior is, but the gods are the earliest and were born out of the human race. Why do seniors always remember past grudges? Can't they just laugh away the grudges?"

Quasi-sage Haoran smiled.

For a moment, Obota was almost shaken. He really wanted to smile and let the hatred go away.

But then, this thought was immediately expelled from his mind by the authority of the saint in his body!

“I didn’t expect that a little saint could use his authority to influence my thoughts.

Let's do this. I will transform you into a god. Are you willing? "Obota looked at Quasi-Saint Haoran, with a flash of brilliance in his eyes.