Luo Yuan looked at the prosperous land and fell into deep thought. He asked himself that this town was indeed what he wanted to protect, but in the end he did not defend anything except the few people taken away by the great man. All the mortals died, and all the streets, pavilions, ancient tombs and buildings were all turned into ruins and ashes. This was by no means the result he wanted, nor was it the scene he wanted to see.

The world did not fulfill his wish, and he took action to kill the invading enemy, but instead promoted the destruction of this city. Things went against their wishes and were often the most uncomfortable. This time, if only the Nascent Soul Cultivator came, he could kill him with one thought, and no one in this town would die, nor would there be any damage. If his cultivation reached the level of the Great Perfection of Transformation of God, or even refining the void, he could also wipe out the supreme in one thought. But, the cultivation of the visitor was higher than that of him, and if he took action, he would definitely have a magical confrontation.

He had thought that he had killed the enemy and turned into a guard, but after some calculations, it was still no different from this result. Although Mo Liu dispersed the god body in the realm of transforming the gods, he was good at attacking and killing. As for defense, he could not do it without any leakage. But even if there was a slight fluctuation of magic power leaking into it, no matter how small it was, it was definitely something that ordinary people could bear. And the deity was the same, and could not protect everything.

"After all, I still lack cultivation. If I can achieve refining Voids or even become a true immortal, then who else in the world dares to act like this in front of me, and who dares to disobey my will? If there is no cultivation to become empty, it turns out that this refining Voids refer to not only my own life, but also everything I want to protect. Without the support of powerful cultivation, nothing can be kept. If the one who comes today is a refining Voids, I will die and disappear." Luo Yuan shook his head, becoming more and more persistent in the pursuit of power.

He looked at the ruins of hundreds of miles apart, with only endless regret and sighs. He did not need guilt, nor did he feel guilty. It was not his duty to protect them, it was just a love affair. It was a pity that everyone would not protect them, but it was not necessary to take irrelevant responsibilities on himself and leave a flaw in his heart of Tao. Although it was because of his actions that led to the destruction of this town, if he did not take action, this city and this country would perish. On the contrary, he also helped these dead mortals to avenge them, which was a kind of kindness.

Luo Yuan's eyes flashed over the earth again, and his eyes went from emotion to calm, and eventually turned into as emotional as ever. It was like a pool of stagnant water, with no waves in the ancient well, without any waves. Then, he looked into the distance, on a mountain five hundred miles away, the Nascent Soul Man led Xu Qiuyan's family and Yu Ge, leaning on a thick tree trunk at this time.

Luo Yuan took a step forward, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the world. The next moment, he appeared in front of Xu Qiuyan and the others.

"Brother Tao!" When the Nascent Soul Man saw the fluctuation of space in front of him, he couldn't help but speak in surprise when he saw Luo Yuan walking out of it. In fact, from Luo Yuan's attack to this moment, it had only been dozens of breaths, but in the feeling of the man, every breath seemed as long as a hundred years. Even though he had already guessed in his heart, he still asked carefully in an incredible tone: "Brother Tao, that god-transforming cultivator?"

"Dead", Luo Yuan responded in an extremely plain manner, as if killing a Supreme God Transformation Master was not a big deal for him.

"Die...Diet?!" Even though he had speculation, he was still shocked when he heard it from Luo Yuan in person. After all, the powerful god-transforming gods are hard to find in the world, but now one fell before his eyes. What a stimulation to him.

Luo Yuan looked at the big man with a shocked look and said lightly: "But he is a person who has incarnated, his strength and means are probably not even 70% of his own. He will die if he dies, which is not worthy of the truth."

After hearing Luo Yuan's words, the man came to his senses a little: "No wonder, he was just an incarnation. How dare you ask Brother Dao what plans are next?"

Luo Yuan glanced at him and said calmly: "Go to the palace and kill him."

"This!" The man was shocked to an unparalleled level when he heard this. The powerful god-transforming god has a perfect means and his cultivation is unimaginable. It is the goal of many monks who have been striving for the rest of their lives. But for Luo Yuan, the god-transforming god is so valuable, and he kills him whenever he wants to kill, which is simply sensational. For a moment, he didn't know how to speak, so he could only stand in a daze, wanting to say but stop, stopping his words and desires, and finally... forgot what to say.

"Big brother is so powerful. I knew that the eldest brother is the strongest. No one can be more powerful than the eldest brother." Xu Qiuyan's eyes were full of admiration, and he ran straight to Luo Yuan's side, picked up Luo Yuan's arm and began to praise him.

"This, Brother Luo Yuan, are you an immortal?!" Xu Shanhu was stunned. He had been with Luo Yuan for many years and always felt that Luo Yuan's identity was unusual. But he never thought that this friend who was called brothers and sisters would be an immortal or an unimaginable existence.

Lu Jie was also shocked, but more of it was grateful to Luo Yuan: "Thank you for saving my family's life. For such a great kindness, our family will be determined..."

"Sister-in-law is serious. This is my duty. There is no need to be called an immortal, nor is it so reserved. I think if I had exchanged positions with Brother Xu, Brother Xu would have saved me like this." Luo Yuan waved his hand and his expression returned to normal.

"Then...Brother Luo, how old are you this year?" Xu Shanhu asked carefully.

Upon hearing this, Luo Yuan couldn't help but look at Xu Shanhu, then touched his nose and responded with a slightly weird look: "Brother Xu, do you really want to know?"

Xu Shanhu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. He was extremely curious about Luo Yuan's age.

"Based on the time I spent, I guess I should be over 600 years old." Luo Yuan said in an uncertain tone.

"What?! Over 600 years old?! Then you still call me brother? You are older than my ancestors!" Xu Shanhu exclaimed repeatedly, then swallowed his saliva, looking at Luo Yuan's eyes, as if he was looking at a god.

"What?! Brother Dao, you are only over 600 years old?! At such a young age, you have such powerful strength and cultivation. You are really a young talent and a genius!" The big man also exclaimed repeatedly, just sighing at Luo Yuan's youth.

When Xu Shanhu heard this, he was immediately dissatisfied. He shouted at the man: "I recognize you. You are the man who has been fighting in the front street for more than ten years. How old are you? That's more than six hundred years, and a mortal may not live for a hundred years in his life."

The big man spread his hands and said helplessly: "No matter how I say I am, I am two thousand years old, and I am better than your ancestors."

"Ah? Are those swearing words true? Are you the old man who said that uncles and aunts?" Xu Qiuyan spoke in a naive and surprised look.

When the man heard this, his face immediately collapsed: "Go away, you little girl understands what you mean by immortality. How did your elders teach you? You really say this..."

"It's me, you said yes, what's wrong with her?" Luo Yuan glanced at Xu Qiuyan, and he was from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing this, the man dared not say anything else. After secretly squeezing and nodding, he smiled and said, "This is really right. It makes sense. That's the case. Yes, yes, yes..."

"Please move the immortals to the imperial city and save the people of my country!" Yu Ge knelt in front of Luo Yuan and begged to speak.

Luo Yuan nodded: "I know, and that person should know that I am going to find him. That man still doesn't know your name."

"Hahaha, I don't have a Taoist name, I'm a rough man. If Brother Dao wants to shout, just call me a blacksmith." The Nascent Soul Man laughed and said in a very rough and heroic manner.

When Luo Yuan heard this, he took a step forward and his figure suddenly disappeared. Then, he heard only one sentence echoing on the top of the mountain: "I'll kill people, you take them to other towns and protect their safety."

The man was about to agree, but Luo Yuan in front of him had disappeared, and he couldn't help but sigh again.

Above the Imperial City

"Well? I have some means to kill the incarnation of the deity. It is hidden very deeply by just a half-step transformation of the god. However, this makes the deity even more interested." Above the sky, a middle-aged man in a black robe stepped on the sky and murmured.

The palace should have been heavily guarded, but at this moment, the magnificent and magnificent spirit had long been replaced by blood flowing into a river. The corridor was back, the eaves were high, the carved beams and painted buildings, and the carved railings and jade were all dyed with blood. There was a bloody mist in the sky that was so rich that it could not be resolved, and wherever the eyes were, there was a bloody color. On the city wall and in the hall, tens of thousands of guards turned into corpses and lost their vitality.

On the dragon throne, a middle-aged man in a dragon robe had horror in his eyes. In front of him, dozens of people were guarding him. This person was the emperor of this country, the 95th emperor above millions of people. In front of him, Zhao Jiu and Zheng Fang stood side by side. Their hands were covered with blood, without their own or enemies... At their feet, there was still a floor of wood chips scattered. These wood chips were once an exquisite wood carving.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to worry. The immortal master will definitely come to kill this clerk." Zhao Jiu turned his back to the emperor, holding a long sword in his hand and spoke coldly at the sky.

"Really? Then when will he arrive? Does anyone know about the Immortal Master? Where is the National Master? Quickly and Xuan Master to save the Lord." The emperor spoke in a panic. The crisis of death made him lose his former calmness.
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