Prehistoric: Poor people don't want to be gods

"Wait! No!"

Jiang Shang was immersed in it and suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart.

Immediately I remembered the uncertain factor of Li Nezha.

I want to be a quiet and well-behaved dog, but some people don't think so.

Na! Zha!

That guy has never been a stable guy.

Don't look at it, but sometimes he seems to be quite well-behaved.

But that was in front of someone who could punish that guy. Because he had been beaten long ago, he didn't dare to make any mistakes.

Why don't you try it with someone who's not good at it?

That boy will definitely let you understand what the devil incarnate is!!

And that was Nezha from before.

Now that Nezha has been taught "The Whispering Language" by himself, perhaps... he is even more terrifying (╥w╥`)...

"Oops!!"

Thinking of this, Jiang Shang couldn't help but lock his lowered gaze somewhere in Xiqi...

Immediately afterwards...

Then he saw an unforgettable scene in his life...

"Comrades!"

"Have you all gotten your own copy of "The Whispering Language"?"

"Today, Pindao will teach you the secrets of fear!"

Xiqi Military Camp.

Nezha stood proudly among the big men.

The petite body exudes a powerful aura that makes people feel intimidated and even in awe.

"Everyone, listen!"

Nezha held "The Whispering Language" in his hand and spoke with a serious face.

The voice was deep, clear, and loud, rolling past like thunder.

It even contained a mysterious rhythm that echoed in the military camp, shocking everyone's souls...

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

——The originally noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.

"The Master sighed and said, "The deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night!"

"This is what Fear Master is feeling, because he is so powerful that all the people who come to challenge him fall down, but no matter day or night, there are still challengers who come to die!"

"Respect ghosts and gods and stay away from them!"

"This is Master teaching us to make ourselves strong, so strong that ghosts and gods fear us, so that ghosts and gods stay away from us!"

"As long as we defeat all the enemies, we will be safe!"

"..."

Words came out slowly from those young lips.

There was an uproar all around.

Everyone was surprised by Nezha's interpretation, and were also deeply shocked by Nezha's words. This young and immature child actually has such wisdom and courage!

However, is this "The Whispering Language" actually like this?

I always feel like something is weird...

Well……

It seems that if you open the bamboo slips and take a look, it is indeed the case.

"hiss……"

While listening to the lecture, everyone who was reading "Lang Yu" on their own could not help but gasp.

This Mr. Terror...

He must be an amazing sage!

With such a powerful strength, he must be a legendary magical person who can compete with the gods and Buddhas in the sky!

but.

Can we... really become so powerful?

"You guys... don't believe me, don't you believe Master?!"

Nezha suddenly shouted loudly.

This drink seemed to have tremendous power, shattering everyone's hearts and souls.

"No!! We...are not!"

Someone shouted quickly and then fell to his knees on the ground.

One of the leaders spoke out the thoughts of the others, so the others followed suit and knelt on the ground.

In an instant, Wu Yangyang fell to his knees.

"Everyone, please get up."

Nezha nodded with satisfaction.

Although these ordinary people have somewhat inferior qualifications.

But now that I am in Zhouying and have no other preaching targets, I can still make do with it and regard it as life and death.

Besides...

As Mr.

He is not afraid that the students' qualifications are not good, but he is afraid that the students will not listen to greetings.

Poor qualifications.

If you carry it more, you can still bring it out.

But if it's the one who doesn't listen to greetings, it will be really difficult to bring him out.

But he didn't have too many concerns in this regard.

After all, when facing these mortals, it is natural to listen to greetings. If you don't listen to greetings... then just call and listen.

"Okay, that's it for today's explanation of "The Whispering Language". Now I have an extremely powerful magical power, which I realized after practicing the Dao of Fear, and I am passing it on to you."

Nezha decided to teach everyone the magical powers he had recently learned.

When everyone, including Jiang Shang, who lowered his eyes from the nine heavens, were looking forward to it, Nezha said with a serious face: "This is an indescribable technique. Next, I will demonstrate it, and you can understand as much as you can."

It depends on your destiny."

Everyone is looking forward to it.

But for a moment, Nezha suddenly let out a "wow" sound and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His face instantly became as pale as paper, with no blood color anymore, as if he had been fatally wounded.

Everyone who was waiting for Nezha's next words suddenly exclaimed: "Sir! What's wrong with you?!"

"You... you are so insidious! You actually plotted against me!" Nezha's face was full of grief and anger, and he tremblingly pointed his finger in the direction of the big men.

Everyone: Σ(?д?；)!!!

"Sir, you have to be reasonable! You are a moral person, I am no more than a mortal, how can I plot against you!" One of them who dared to speak out said angrily.

Everyone also had a look of shock on their faces.

"You think I'm unreasonable? You know, because I preach to stupid mortals like you, I'm full of inner demons and I'm not going to die soon!"

Said.

Nezha spat out two mouthfuls of blood again.

It seemed as if he was about to die in the next moment.

However, these words left everyone completely stunned.

This...this is okay???

Besides, didn’t you volunteer to preach to us?

Why are you still blaming us?

"Shua——"

A piece of red silk covers the sky and the sun.

But it was Nezha who activated Hun Tian Ling and enveloped everyone, and a mountain-like pressure like a prison suddenly pressed down on everyone.

"boom!"

In an instant, everyone was crushed to the ground.

Even if Nezha was holding back, Hun Tianling's power was less than one ten thousandth, and the soldiers were completely unable to withstand it.

The one who held on and refused to bend his knees had already passed out early, and it was still unclear whether he could recover from his confusion.

Just when everyone was thinking whether their own people would die here today, Nezha spoke again...

"I was seriously injured and I'm close to death. I can't get better without some compensation!"

Everyone was about to refuse.

A golden circle exuding terrifying pressure suddenly appeared directly above their heads.

An inexplicable pressure came over, making everyone unable to move or even lift their eyelids.

"What's this!"

"Are we...going to die?"

Everyone's eyes showed fear and unwillingness.

If possible, they are willing to use everything they have in exchange for their own survival, but they know very well... What can a mortal like themselves be worthy of being valued by an immortal?

When this little fairy boy said he wanted compensation, didn't he mean to take his own life and the lives of others?

But at the next moment.

The endless pressure of the Qiankun Circle and the Huntian Ling that covered the sky and sun all disappeared in an instant.

Only Nezha smiled and said: "This is my realization of magical power, called Pengci."

Hit the porcelain?

As soon as this word was spoken, everyone and the beings who were secretly paying attention to this place fell into a daze.

And Nezha continued: "This magical power of touching porcelain can only be used by the elderly in the human world, and as long as the strength is good, it may have miraculous effects."

"Sir! Please tell us more about your experience with the magical power of touching porcelain. We can't wait to find a few people to experience this beauty... Ah, no, we can't wait to test the power of the magical power!!" Everyone looked at where.

Zha, his eyes seemed to be shining brightly, and he said excitedly.

Nezha felt in his heart that something was wrong.

It's not like this. The Tao-phobic disciples he expected are not like this!

This wave of my own is so good that it’s a bit eye-catching.

"That's it. That's it."

Nezha is not a narrow-minded person.

So regardless of anything else, I first explained to everyone the matters related to the magical power of Qi Pengci.

"You're right."

"Although this magical power of touching porcelain has no age limit, it is not unlimited."

"The premise for this magical power to be invincible must be based on the form of strength crushing!"

"..."

"In short, this magical power is not indestructible in this world and cannot be easily abused."

Nezha said earnestly.

Everyone: Okay, so strong!

But maybe we will never be able to practice the magical power of porcelain to that extent in this life.

…

Heaven.

Gou Chen Tiangong.

Everyone in Jiang Shang was numb.

Nezha learned "Wai Yu" by studying "Wai Yu", and after he realized the Dao of Fear, he realized the Dao of Fear. How did he realize the magical power of touching porcelain and become a porcelain touching enthusiast?

I would like to ask where in "The Whispering Words" there is any content about wanting to touch porcelain? It is clearly a very manly book!

He could already imagine it.

By doing this, Nezha derailed the scene behind a large group of people.

It is very conceivable that in the future, regardless of mortals or gods, as long as they go out to compete with others and crush their opponents with strength, the scene should look like this:

A certain genius on a certain day, a certain year, a certain month.

Fight with others.

Then the dominant side suddenly surrounded the opposing side, then spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then said something like "Why are you so vicious?" "Ten or eight innate spiritual treasures each will not make you better."

This...just thinking about it makes me feel like it's corrupting the atmosphere.

…

on the other hand.

I heard that the Grand Master came to Kowloon Island in the West Sea.

See those waves roaring and smoke billowing.

Leave the mount in front of the cliff.

I saw outside the cave door: exotic flowers and grasses, junipers, cypresses, green pines, new colors.

Exactly: Only immortals come and go, so mortals can't come here.

At this moment, a child suddenly jumped up and was about to come out. Hearing that the grand master came closer, he asked, "Is your master in the cave?"

The boy replied: "My master is playing chess inside."

Wen Taishi said: "You can inform: Shangdu heard that Taishi is visiting."

When the boy came into the cave, Teacher Qi said: "Shangdu heard that the Grand Master was visiting."

Hearing this, the four Taoists all came out of the cave, laughing and saying, "Brother Wen, what kind of wind brought you here?"

When I heard that the Grand Master saw four people coming out,

He was greeted with a smile on his face and invited inside.

After sitting down on the futon, the four Taoists asked: "Brother Wen, where are you from?"

Wen Taishi said: "I came here to pay my respects."

The Taoist then asked: "We are taking refuge on a deserted island. What advice does Brother Tao have for us to come here?"

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