Ever since, he started waiting for the next one.

The Ninth God, the Tenth God.

Even when the fight reaches the eighteenth righteous figure in the mythological period, that is when the Lord falls on the twenty-first day.

He felt like he had a chance now.

Life is nothing more than this.

More than a dozen consecutive defeats did not dampen the passion in his heart, but instead made him look forward to it even more.

After all, those figures before were either geniuses or great gods in the past.

So he can still survive it.

The worst case scenario is that all those people from the mythical age will die, and he will compete with his descendants for the position of God.

He didn't believe it.

He has experienced twenty-one gods, and many of his old friends have specially preached and practiced for him.

Under such generous conditions, can he still be inferior to the practitioners of this later generation?

So he resolutely sealed himself.

In this environment, today, one hundred thousand years later, he woke up.

But when he heard about the realm of quasi-god, his whole body couldn't help but feel numb.

For a while.

Even the warm blood that had been maintained for hundreds of thousands of years began to slowly cool down at this moment:

"How can this be?"

As a God who has experienced more than ten generations, Wang Qian has many good friends and brothers.

Can he not know what Quasi-God is?

The quasi-god in the age of mythology is a being who has taken a step towards the ultimate realm of heaven.

The weight of twenty-one gods.

The first three Supreme Beings, the Three Supreme Beings, and the Three Supreme Beings are miraculous and terrifying, and are the supreme gods in everyone's hearts.

So no one dares to count.

However, among the subsequent eighteen gods, only five have achieved the achievement of quasi-gods.

After all, Zhang Chen started this, and let future generations know about this quasi-god realm.

For example, in certain eras when the competition for gods was more terrifying, there were animals with extraordinary talents who stepped into the realm of quasi-gods and overwhelmed the heavens.

so.

When the imprint of the Quasi-God realm entered the entire universe and the world, the first thing Wang Qian thought of was his own emperor:

"Emperor, you are cheating people~"

"You've tricked me, Old Wang, to death now..."

His claws immediately became numb.

For a while, I didn't know what to say at all.

It has been sealed for hundreds of thousands of years.

Counting the ancient period and the existence of the ancient heaven, he simply couldn't remember how many years he had lived.

Lived for so long.

Seeing one after another of his fellow disciples preaching to God, he still lives tenaciously. Why?

It’s not because I want to become God for once.

I want to truly control this universe, the sky, the sky and the earth!

But now everything is gone.

He knew that he would never reach the quasi-god state in this lifetime.

so.

He simply broke the star that he had sealed away.

I randomly found a living ancient star and planned for the rest of my life:

"Life is so fragile..."

Another place.

Outside the starry sky, it seems to be in a chaotic space somewhere outside this vast world.

The energy of chaos surges like the sea.

Dragons rise one after another, ghosts and gods surge.

And in such an environment, a small island, not too big or too small, hangs on it.

The whole island looks very ordinary.

It looks like an ordinary island on the ocean, with flowers, grass, and trees.

Nothing too mysterious.

However, in such an environment, only a few extraordinary beings were seen, sitting in one of the elegant courtyards, playing chess and chatting.

The beings among them, sitting or lying down, seemed to be very comfortable.

Every one of them has an endless aura of vastness.

It looks like a starry sky in the universe.

This is the domineering and domineering attitude of the true Lord of Heaven.

Count carefully.

There are only eight people here.

At this moment, Wei Yi, who was holding a white piece in his hand, first glanced down, and then looked at the person in front of him with a half-smile:

"Now you've made a big mistake for your old friend. Maybe his Taoist heart will be broken at this moment."

"This time we are really in big trouble."

Hearing what Wei Yi said, Zhang Chen couldn't help but smile.

Then he looked helplessly at the old friend below:

"He has experienced too much and has met too many amazing Taoist friends."

"At this time, even a little thought has been lost. In this case, there is nothing I can do."

When he said this, Zhang Chen turned around and said:

"Besides, this matter is not my fault."

"Even if there is really a problem, it should be everyone's fault here."

"If it hadn't been for them, generation after generation, this realm of quasi-God would have been engraved in the starry sky of the universe."

"How can this vast world be subconsciously regarded as a realm?"

When he finished speaking, he glanced at the others.

only saw.

In the courtyard at this moment, there is a golden-winged roc, a green dragon, and a basalt.

There is also an ordinary grass.

These are the five beings who truly proved to be quasi-gods in the age of mythology.

Each of these five quasi-gods can be said to be amazing.

Every existence has made certain adjustments based on Zhang Chen's self-proclaimed method.

It is precisely because of this.

Only then were the five of them accepted by Wei Yi and others, allowing them to enter this island and coexist with them.

To some extent, he has his own ideas.

If you keep it, it can be considered a seed.

As for the other people, they can only seal themselves up and find a place to live.

Anyway, you are just asking for blessings.

At a certain moment, Zhang Chen seemed to have thought of something, so he casually picked up a chess piece on the table, and then flicked it:

"He's still an old friend after all."

"Give him a chance and wait for millions of years to fight again."
To be continued...