The wind howled and the black and white trees shook violently.
Jiang Ping An stood on the top of the mountain, his white hair dancing in the wind.
He defeated Great Emperor's will, which could shock the whole world, but there was no trace of happiness in his heart.
Looking at the golden sword that fell beside him, Jiang Ping An slowly closed his eyes, and a little blood and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
He once swore that he didn't want his relatives and friends to die in front of his eyes, but he broke his promise.
He worked hard without having fun or taking a break, just because he didn't want his parents' tragedy to happen again.
However, he still hasn't changed.
Severe pain in his heart made him unable to breathe.
"You... actually won."
Hearing the familiar voice, Jiang Ping An trembled, raised his head suddenly, and looked ahead.
Qian Huan Rou was dressed in simple cloth, with a face full of shock and disbelief.
Jiang Ping An also widened his eyes, "Little Xiang! You... you are not dead!"
"What death?" Qian Huan Rou looked at him in confusion. He had just been controlled by Great Emperor.
Suddenly, Qian Huan Rou immediately realized something, "Did you suddenly burst out with such strong power just now because you saw me dead?"
"Not bad."
The ethereal voice sounded again.
The black and white shadow reappeared.
Jiang Ping An immediately became vigilant, the other party was not dead yet!
"This battle is here first. If you want to continue fighting, take some pills and continue." Great Emperor Xuying said calmly.
Qian Huan Rou looked at Great Emperor in confusion, "Senior, you won't kill us?"
Great Emperor phantom asked Jiang Ping An to take some pills and continue. This was obviously not to kill them.
"Why do we want to kill you? Are they worthy of using this emperor to kill people?"
Great Emperor Xuying's tone was calm, but with an innate arrogance. No, it was noble, no, no, in short, it was a kind of tyranny, full of contempt for those who calculated.
Jiang Ping An understood something. The white hair on his head disappeared and returned to black. He cupped his fists and saluted, "More Senior Xie."
Great Emperor deliberately created the illusion in order for him to use all his strength to activate the power hidden in his body.
Now Jiang Ping An has reached a whole new level.
"No need to thank me, it's just boring."
"You have the same demeanor as I did back then."
The black and white Great Emperor's voice is calm and gentle, with praise.
Hearing its evaluation of Jiang Ping An, Qian Huan Rou was once again stirred up in his heart.
Great Emperor's evaluation of Jiang Ping An is actually so high, it even reaches its own level!
Who is Great Emperor? He is a peerless strong man who dominates an era and is invincible in the world.
Now Great Emperor said that Jiang Ping An has the same style as he did back then. This may be the most recognized sentence in the world.
Qian Huan Rou still hasn't reacted yet, Jiang Ping An actually defeated the same level Great Emperor.
Even though this is just the will of Great Emperor, it is not Great Emperor's true body, and it is not as strong as the real Great Emperor.
"Everything else is good. It's just that the quantity of Mental Power is a little off. I'll give you something."
Great Emperor raised his finger and tapped Jiang Ping An's eyebrows.
At this moment, Jiang Ping An felt as if his spirit Divine Sense was injected with life. He quickly sat down and digested this knowledge.
"Divine Thought Art?"
Qian Huan Rou's breathing is accelerated. This is the most powerful spiritual magic.
Great Emperor shook his head, "There is no such thing as "Divine Thought Art". It is just the use of Mental Power. I will teach him how to use it and how to use it. It depends on his own destiny."
"He has his own way. If he teaches me the way, he will never be able to surpass me."
"Beyond you? That's impossible. Being able to reach one-tenth of your level is already great."
Qian Huan Rou thinks Great Emperor is talking politely.
Great Emperor did not respond to Qian Huan Rou, but looked at Jiang Ping An deeply with his deep eyes.
Unyielding will is always mankind's strongest weapon.
This kid already holds this weapon in his hands. It's up to him to create his own legend.
Outside, on Heaven Severing Cliff, on the edge of the cliff.
"Damn assassin! How dare you assassinate me, Demon God Sect Saint Child, don't let me, Mo Chong, know who you are. If you let me know, I will cut you into pieces with my own hands!"
The great elder Mo Chong roared angrily, his voice was loud, and his old eyes were filled with sad tears.
This appearance makes uninformed people really think that Mo Chong and Jiang Ping An have a good relationship.
Ji Fei clenched his fists and stared at Mo Chong.
She suspected that the disappearance of Jiang Ping An might be related to Mo Chong. Even if it had nothing to do with Mo Chong, it was still related to Mo Bufan.
Finally, it was found that Jiang Ping An was missing, it was Mo Bufan.
Mo Bufan hates Jiang Ping An, what is he going to do with Jiang Ping An? And it happens that Jiang Ping An is missing.
Seeing that Mo Chong had finished pretending, he continued to speak loudly to everyone, "Saint Child is dead, Devil Race is ready to make a move, and now we need a new Saint Child."
"My son Mo Bufan is not talented. Although his combat power is not top-notch, his resourcefulness is absolutely outstanding and he can definitely lead everyone to resist Devil Race!"
Mo Bufan The corners of his mouth rose.
What bullshit Jiang Ping An, what bullshit invincible.
Didn't he still die under his plan?
The one who survives to the end is the winner.
As for whether it would lead to Devil Race's counterattack and cause a large number of casualties, it didn't matter to him. He was not the one who died anyway.
As long as he can get the position of Saint Child, he may become Sect Leader in the future, and he can use this resource to become a stronger person.
Suddenly, Mo Bufan felt a chilling killing intent.
He immediately turned around and saw a beautiful eye filled with hatred.
It's Jiang Ping An's little brother, his name seems to be Ye Wuqing.
Ye Wuqing gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, "Did you kill the boss?"
"Don't spit on anyone."
Mo Bufan said this, but he said in private:
"So what if it's me? Kill me if you dare. Do you dare? You foreign bastards are worthy of competing with me for the position of Saint Child."
"Do you think others don't doubt me? But they have no evidence, so what if they have evidence? Will these elders offend my father for a dead man?"
"What's that look in your eyes? You, a guy who is neither a man nor a woman, do you think you are awesome just because you are strong? In my eyes, you are nothing."
"This is my Demon God Sect territory. My father is the great elder. If you dare to touch me, you will die!"
Mo Bufan looked at the angry Ye Wuqing and felt extremely happy.
What I hate the most is these guys who think they are powerful because they are arrogant. No matter how strong a person is, they cannot compete with a super power.
This is power, this is status. Even if you become a strong Tribulation Realm, you will not dare to provoke big forces like them.
The angry expression on Ye Wuqing's face gradually disappeared, and he said indifferently, "As long as I know it's you."
"Then, haha..."
Mo Bufan's laughter stopped suddenly, Protective Amulet on his body suddenly lit up, and a sword hung in front of him, almost piercing his head!
Cold sweat soaked through his whole body instantly. Mo Bufan never expected that Ye Wuqing would actually dare to take action.
His father is still here. Ye Wuqing Aren't you afraid of death?
How could Mo Bufan know that when Jiang Ping An died, Ye Wuqing had no intention of living.
Looking at Ye Wuqing's ferocious face, Mo Bufan felt creepy.
"You're looking for death!"
Mo Chong was talking over there, and his expression suddenly changed when he saw his son being attacked.
He quickly flashed over and slapped Ye Wuqing.
"Bang~!"
Facing such an attack from a powerful person, no matter how strong Ye Wuqing was, it was of no avail as his body was directly smashed into pieces.