In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed, and the era of God-making will officially begin.

The space-time wormhole has been built, and Xiao Fan does not plan to go in now, and wants to wait until the battle of creating gods is over.

Including the martial arts exchange conference, it will be delayed until the battle of creating gods.

But hell doesn't seem to plan that way.

"When a battle of creating gods is over, many people may die in our hell."

"Besides, the purpose of this martial arts exchange conference is to get to know each other and improve everyone's overall strength."

On the round table, Xiao Fan looked at the Thirty-Eighth Ancestor and frowned: "Isn't it just a martial arts exchange conference?"

“When will it not be held?”

The Thirty-Eighth Patriarch shook his head and said, "Many of us little geniuses have just used holy medicine to condense our body, and we urgently need a way to use it."

"So this martial arts conference has been a huge improvement for us!"

"Otherwise, let's add money?"

"Anyway, it's just a martial arts conference. You don't have to come in person. Just send some geniuses of the same realm to come."

Xiao Fan was not moved by the money, and he felt that there would be problems in this martial arts exchange conference.

"Sorry, we have very few talents in the Galaxy. Now there is not much time left to start the First Battle of God Creation. We must devote all our energy to it."

This passage made the Thirty-Eighth Ancestor look a little ugly.

Because the tyrant told him that he had to convince the Milky Way to start the martial arts exchange conference early.

But Xiao Fan didn't have any oil and salt in his mouth, so he just wanted to delay.

In the end, the Thirty-Eighth Patriarch could only grit his teeth and leave. The former arrogance had disappeared, and his face was filled with deep panic and uneasiness.

Because he failed in his mission, he couldn't imagine what kind of torture he would suffer when he went back.

In hell.

Hun Shitian looked down at the spirit kneeling on the ground, raised his tender white arms, shook his goblet, filled with red alcohol.

In half a month, he digested most of the holy medicines he obtained from the Milky Way, and came to the Great Holy Body in the physical realm, and his body was no longer as thin and old as before.

The face was extremely young and even a little white, but it always made people feel a little sick. Coupled with the still cruel eyes, no one would think that he was a simple person because of his body.

He ranks high above the throne.

Hun Shitian's eyebrows and eyes were slightly sunken.

The Thirty-Eighth Patriarch didn't need to speak, he already knew the ending.

He was even lazy to say more nonsense.

He raised his hand and pointed at the Thirty-Eighth Patriarch, and a spiritual light burst out, piercing through the spirit body.

The 38th Ancestor's face was instantly distorted and he knelt on the ground and wailed.

The light of his spiritual body is gradually dimming.

The Hell Realm has accumulated and foundation for countless years, but there is only one strong man with divine will.

It’s not because those ancestor-level figures are not strong enough.

It is because their mental power was all taken away by Hun Shitian!

This dark and huge world is actually a sheep pen that belongs to Hun Shitian alone.

The thirty-eighth ancestor's spiritual power gradually fell from the true divine awareness to the third level. Hun Shitian swung his finger, and the thirty-eighth ancestor was thrown out of the hall, and a word of insult echoed in his ears.

"waste."

"Switch to the other person to deal with the affairs of the Milky Way!"

Finally, Hun Shitian sat alone in the silent black palace.

Raising his hand condensed his divine will.

He stared at the strong force, his eyes gradually became irritable.

How many years have passed.

How much mental power he absorbed.

But why did this divine will not make any progress?

Why does the intensity always stay at the perfection of small success?

He leaned on the seat and looked up at the mural on the ceiling.

There are dozens of figures in the painting surrounding the bonfire, laughing, burying their heads to eat, or kissing me and me with my female companions.

Everyone who has stepped into this palace can see this painting.

But no one thinks that this painting is special, it should be just a simple decoration.

But at this moment, Hun Shitian looked at the painting and murmured to himself: "It's almost back."

"But you probably don't want to see me now."

Suddenly, Hun Shitian sneered with a slight self-deprecating sneer.

The sound is harsh.

"Actually, I don't want to see you again."

Then, his mental power quickly passed through countless earths and fell into the ears of the Fourth Ancestor.

"Send all the strongest people of the younger generation to this battle to create gods."

"There is only one target, killing the contestants in the Milky Way."

"You must do secrets and never be discovered."

This news made the Fourth Ancestor's eyes shocked.

Is our emperor crazy?

Are we ambiguous with the Milky Way now?

If this kind of thing is discovered, it will definitely affect the friendship between the two parties to a great extent!

But although the Fourth Patriarch couldn't figure it out, he did not dare to disobey the tyrant's orders.

Then, news came that the Thirty-Eighth Patriarch convened an emergency meeting.

The Fourth Patriarch hurried there.

The content of the meeting was that the tyrant wanted to negotiate with the Milky Way with another person.

At this time, the Seventh Ancestor of the Think Tank actually wanted to go there himself.

And he still brought the thirty-eight ancestors with him.

Everyone had no objection.

Everything seemed very calm.

But Hun Shitian looked at the seventh ancestor's departure back and felt a little uncontrollably uneasy in his heart.

Thinking of this, he exerted a spiritual force.

But one step slower.

The Seventh Patriarch and the Thirty-Eighth Patriarch have already entered the wormhole of time and space.

Looking at the disappearing figure, Hun Shitian's eyebrows and eyes frowned tightly.

When he reaches his level, the sixth sense is terrible, and he will notice any danger.

But he couldn't understand why the Seventh Ancestor brought him this feeling?

Maybe it's because he's too calm?

But over the years, his performance has been very normal and nothing unusual.
Chapter completed!