The strength is much worse than the divine realm in a basic world like the Ten Thousand Gods Continent.

"It seems that in this small world, although you can cultivate into a god-level powerhouse, the Taoist principles are incomplete and your strength will be greatly reduced."

"Far less than the gods in the vast world, they have infinite supernatural powers."

"Besides, he has no divine character yet."

With Zong Shen's current strength, if he encounters a truly god-level powerhouse in the vast world, he will never be able to suppress the other party so easily.

If you can cultivate to the god level, how can you be weak?

It is not surprising that the battle between true gods lasts for tens of thousands of years, and it is difficult to decide the outcome.

Not to mention killing the other party.

Zong Shen concentrated his mind and tried his best to activate Liusha River.

The sword edge that the Lord of Blood-killing Prison could not resist was even resisted.

One loophole after another is being ground.

More red quicksand drilled in, constantly shaking and rubbing against his body.

Although he could not break his body.

But he was always slapping the magic in his body.

"You want to kill me?"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

"My body is linked to the origin of the world of Blood Killing Prison, and the power of hell is endless!"

"And no matter how powerful your attack is, your power will gradually be exhausted!"

"Wait, I will squeeze your essence, blood and soul into your own!"

"Then attack the realm where you are!"

The Master of Blood-killing Prison's eyes were cold, like a poisonous snake, staring at Zong Shen tightly.

It seems to be about to swallow him alive.

"Oh? Link to the origin of the world?"

Zong Shen smiled without being shocked.
Chapter completed!