The Mighty Little Shennong

"You——are Zhang Laosan?"

In Feilongmen Hall, Long Fan looked at Zhang Bin and said angrily.

"This, it seems so."

Zhang Bin said a little embarrassed.

"You disaster star..."

Long Fan was so angry that he screamed, "And you have hidden it from me for so long? Are you worried that I will snatch your withered godhead? Didn't I tell you that I must obtain the godhead of the way of space to become a god?"

"It's not that I'm worried about you, but my identity is very troublesome. The fewer people who know about it, the better." Zhang Bin said, "Don't talk about the past. What happened? How could there be a conflict with the Hunting Temple?"

"Isn't it the trouble you caused? It was because you were looking for another eighth-level continent on the edge of the Black Sea, and then you were attacked by the Hunting Temple. Obviously, the headquarters of the Hunting Temple is in another eighth-level continent, and they are unwilling to reveal the secret. Of course They are going to deal with us." Long Fan said angrily, "This time we have stirred up a hornet's nest, and they will never let us go."

"Quickly, let all the disciples who are searching for the eighth-level continent in the Forbidden Sea come back."

Zhang Bin's expression also changed drastically. He finally understood why no one knew where the other eighth-level continent on the edge of the Black Sea was. It was because it was the home of the Hunting Temple, and everyone who knew the secret was hunted.

"I contacted you a long time ago. Are you still waiting for you to remind me now?"

Long Fan said angrily.

Of course, the two of them were talking through sound transmission.

"Everyone, in fact, Wenwu is Zhang Bin, who has obtained the withered godhead. He is a genius disciple secretly cultivated by our Feilongmen, and he is also the most genius son of the universe. You have also seen that he created a terrifying way of judgment. In the future, we will The one who creates his own path to becoming a god will be the true god in the future. The last time he went to seize the godhead, he wanted to prevent others from becoming gods quickly in this era, lest the era end soon, so that he would have time to grow up. As everyone knows, To integrate the withered godhead, you must be a super genius, and you must practice the withered way to the ninth level. This is too difficult. Zhang Bin said that as long as one of you can cultivate to this point, reward him with the withered godhead." Long. Fan said.

"Yes..." Zhang Bin also assured him by patting his chest.

This is a good way to stabilize the morale of the military, otherwise Feilongmen will really be in chaos.

Maybe even kill each other.

In fact, this is completely unnecessary, because cultivating the Way of Withering to the ninth level is simply more difficult than ascending to heaven.

"Great, we have a glimmer of hope of becoming gods."

All the demigods' eyes lit up, and their faces showed ecstasy.

"As everyone knows, I also obtained a godhead in the past, which was the godhead of the dark way. However, in that era, no one in our sect could cultivate the godhead of the dark way to the ninth level. At the end of the era, the godhead was It's lost. So, everyone just needs to treat it with a normal attitude." Long Fan said.

Many disciples calmed down, and finally realized that becoming a god is not only possible by obtaining the godhead, but also requires super talent, and must also practice the withering way to the ninth level of the Tao in this era. That is almost impossible. It's possible, and there's no need to spy on the withered godhead.

"Everyone, now we have encountered a super powerful enemy, that is, the Hunting Temple. The scary thing is that they know Zhang Bin's identity and know that he has a godhead, so they will definitely come to snatch it... We must prepare for a big fight. Quasi-god..." Long Fan shouted.

"As expected of an old monster who has lived for more than 4,000 epochs, he has great adaptability."

Zhang Bin admired in his heart.

"Long Fan, come out and die for me..."

A terrifying sound suddenly sounded, coming from outside the Feilongmen Mountain Gate.

Looking carefully, more than three thousand masked killers in black appeared and surrounded Feilongmen.

Any one of them is a Dzogchen demigod.

There was also a leader wearing a bronze mask. His body exuded extremely terrifying coercion and momentum. When he stood there, it was as if he had become the center of the world.

And the killer leader who was suppressing Long Fanda also came over. He stood behind the bronze masked man like a javelin, and looked like the bronze masked man's guard.

The scary thing is that there are three equally powerful guards.

Long Fan and Zhang Bin appeared at the gate of the mountain with many demigod disciples, looking at so many terrifyingly powerful killers with extremely fearful eyes.

The many demigods and quasi-gods in the Demigod Continent were also shocked. They didn't even know how these people entered the Demigod Continent. They never dared to think that there was such a powerful force in the world? Is this going to happen? Are you here to destroy Feilongmen?

"Oh my god, they are temple hunting killers."

"The bronze masked man is one of the three leaders of the Hunting Temple. A true giant in the Hedao realm, invincible in the world. Even Motian will have no choice but to run for his life when he encounters him."

"..."

They all started talking, and everyone was in danger.

But no one dared to stand up and help Feilongmen.

"The bronze masked man is not only a demigod of Hedao, but also a demigod who is not far from the perfection of Hedao. He is only a hair away from becoming a god. His combat power is invincible. His four guards are also extremely powerful. He and Pig-killing demigods, chicken-raising demigods, and Ferris are on the same level. The rest of the killers are also demigods who have entered Taoism. All of them are very powerful, and their strength is no less than mine. Their strength far exceeds ours, and It exceeds the combined strength of all the sects in the Demigod Continent, Zhang Bin, do you know what a bastard you are?" Long Fan said in a message.

"I couldn't just watch you being killed by them, right? If I didn't have to use the judgment ability, I wouldn't have been able to save you. Even that bastard could kill you all." Zhang Bin was depressed. say.

"Long Fan, Zhang Bin, you hand over the withered godhead immediately, otherwise, we will kill him and leave no one behind."

The bronze masked man looked at Zhang Bin and Long Fan with cold eyes, and said with murderous intent.

Obviously, he didn't want everyone to know that Zhang Bin, Zhang Laosan, had a withered godhead. Just the sound transmission.

"You are dreaming..."

A contemptuous sneer appeared on Zhang Bin's face.

He will never hand over the withered godhead, because that means the end of this era.

Many of his relatives and subordinates will die.

And he, Zhang Bin, is bound to die, because only one of the three sons of the universe can survive.

He has only cultivated to the middle stage of Demigod, and against Motian, there is not even a 0.1% chance of victory.

"The Hunting Temple is so majestic, but now that you are exposed to the broad daylight, destruction is waiting for you." Long Fan also shouted.