The Three Worlds

Today's world.

Among the magic weapons, the highest level is the innate sacred weapon.

However, among this innate holy weapon, there are also three, six or nine levels.

Those innate holy weapons that were born earlier are naturally more powerful.

Era changes, and in each era, new innate holy weapons will be born.

However, the Innate Sacred Artifacts born in the earliest era since the Creation of Heaven are undoubtedly the strongest batch.

Moreover, after the sacred weapon falls into the hands of a strong person, its power can continue to increase.

The newly born innate sacred weapon is actually equivalent to the seedling of a plant. As the supreme, immortal gods, saints, and even more terrifying beings nourish and transform these sacred weapons, they will eventually grow more and more. The stronger.

At this moment, the golden boots they saw were probably the magic weapon used by a certain supreme prince in the previous epochal battle.

Because, on these boots, there is a powerful concentration of luck.

These fortunes are very much like those left by ancient princes.

In all the worlds, not only the human race has canonized princes, but other races also have princes, and their strength is definitely far beyond the ordinary ninth-level supreme.

Although Su Chen didn't know what the realm above the Supreme was.

But he knows very well that in today's world, the ninth-level supreme being is definitely not at the highest peak.

There is no other reason. It is impossible for an existence that truly strives to reach the top to be revealed to the world. And now, ninth-level supreme beings are not uncommon in all realms.

It can even be said that the number is quite large.

At least on the human side, among the nine immortal families, those who have entered the ninth level of supreme realm include the masters and the supreme elders.

"It's a thing of an ancient prince... Tsk tsk, what kind of bad luck did this guy Feng Juebian have to have such a treasure?"

Shi Wuao licked his lips, with a hint of greed in his eyes.

A magic weapon of the level of an ancient prince, not to mention him, even the Supreme One would be moved by it if he saw it.

…

not far away.

A group of divine emperors all looked horrified.

"The boots of an ancient prince. This guy Feng Juebian must be crazy. He even took out such treasures!"

Zhou Yuan took a breath of air.

Originally, he also had doubts. The appearance of the Wind Clan was very sudden. Was there any collusion with the Fairy Clan?

But now, watching Feng Juebian suppress the immortal clan with ancient prince-level boots, the doubt in his heart suddenly disappeared.

The Immortal Clan is not yet capable of making the Wind Clan be so obedient and cooperative.

"Sir, are we going to join the war?"

At this moment, a blond tribesman standing behind Zhou Yuan asked in a low voice.

"Joining the war? Are you tired of living?"

When Zhou Yuan turned around, he gave this tribesman a cold look.

"No...no, if our God Clan doesn't take action, I'm afraid we won't have a share when the treasures are divided later!"

This tribesman was a little frightened by Zhou Yuan's stare and said in a trembling voice.

"Idiot, I shouldn't have promised your brother to bring you this waste!"

Zhou Yuan was so angry that he wanted to slap him, but in the end, he held back.

After all, you don’t have to look at the monk’s face but also the Buddha’s face.

This guy's brother, whose strength is not inferior to his own, really wants to slap people, and word spreads around, giving him a bad reputation.

"Sir, I..."

The blond tribesman was trembling all over, obviously frightened by Zhou Yuan.

He rarely saw Zhou Yuan get so angry at his own people.

But he didn’t feel that he had said anything wrong!

To divide the treasure, isn't it just to see who puts in the most effort and gets the most in the end?

"Hmph... don't talk! Shut up! Just watch from the sidelines!"

Zhou Yuan suppressed the anger in his heart and turned around.

Out of sight out of mind.

He didn't even know how such an idiot could survive to this day?

Could it be that when he was on the battlefield of the heavens, this guy had been hiding under his brother's wings and living quietly?

"Sir, don't argue with Xiao Yuan. It's his first time leaving the God Realm and he doesn't understand the dangers of all the worlds!"

An older-looking tribesman said helpfully.

"Leaving the God Realm for the first time?"

Zhou Yuan was stunned for a moment and became even more speechless.

He really didn't know that there was such a weirdo in his team.

After cultivating to the imperial realm, this is the first time he has left the divine realm. No wonder he is so stupid!

When he thought of this, his heart became even more unbalanced.

This guy Su Chen must have left the human realm for the first time. Before this, he didn't even know that there was such a famous person in all the worlds!

Look at other people's families, and then look at your own clansmen, there is a world of difference.

"Earlier, I promised your brother that I would bring you back alive, but now it seems that I am probably about to break my promise."

Zhou Yuanda gave the blond man a meaningful look and said.

"this……"

The blond man was suddenly frightened and his face turned pale, and he was confused.

"Okay, okay, I lied to you. When the war breaks out, you can hide in my world. As long as I can come back alive, you can."

Zhou Yuan chuckled lightly, his eyes a little complicated.

In fact, what he just said was not a joke at all, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so fragile, and he couldn't help being scared at all.

"Hey... I don't know how many such 'hothouse flowers' there are among the gods!"

He felt helpless in his heart.

The leaders at the top must have known about this problem, but why haven’t they solved it yet? The reason is simple, because these ‘hothouse flowers’ are all the descendants of these leaders.

In addition to the proud sons of heaven and the invincible emperor, a race will also have many mediocre and cowardly people.

Not everyone wants to be a hero, and not everyone has the talent for bravery and fighting. Most of them are just ordinary people who hope to live an ordinary life, not seeking the scenery of galloping on the battlefield, but just want to have a plain life.

“There is no such thing as a peaceful life, it’s just that someone is carrying the burden for you!”

Zhou Yuan looked at the blond man and couldn’t help but think of his brother, the arrogant butcher.

Yes!

It’s the butcher!

The butcher ‘Shenhan Xiao’ who once broke into the ancient starry road of the human race alone and slaughtered half of the city!

"Sir, when the war breaks out, can I also hide in your origin world?"

Suddenly, a timid voice came over.

Zhou Yuan frowned and looked over. He found that it was a tribe member with no strong background in the tribe. He immediately despised him.

"Hmph... Who do you think you are? You also want to hide in my origin world?"

Zhou Yuan sneered in his heart.

However, he did not show it in person, but patted the tribe member gently and said meaningfully:

"As warriors of our generation, we should ignore life and death and work hard to have a bright future!"

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