The years when I was not the protagonist

The autumn wind whizzed past the Yuanqing Peak, and all kinds of carefully cultivated spiritual plants in the mountains rattled amidst the whistling sound, and a murderous air filled the air silently.

A layer of mist was silently shrouded on Yuanqing Peak, the red sun shone down, and various colors flowed and intertwined, just like a fairy tale dream.

This is the opening of Yuan Qingfeng's mountain protection formation. At this moment, Yuan Qingfeng is like a cage, with no way to get in and out. Only the one who survives is eligible to open the formation and go out.

"Master, brother, what are you talking about?"

"Which way are you going? Brother A Niu is still here, you..."

"Liang Qing" kept looking, trying to find that greedy little thing.

Unfortunately, as early as a quarter of an hour ago, Ah Niu grabbed a roast chicken on the table and ran down the mountain.

Straits of brown and red mist appeared in the arena, which was the innate supernatural power of the White-headed Protoss, the breeding space.

Everyone looked at Gu Chuan coldly, a strand of white hair on his forehead was revealed, dancing strangely as if alive.

"Yeah, it's time to get on the road, let's get on the road~"

"Yuan Qing" crushed the cup in his hand and issued an order.

squeak~
There were bursts of ear-piercing and grinding voices roaring one after another, as if someone was holding a wooden board next to your ear and scratching it with their nails. It was very uncomfortable.

Ka Ka Ka ~
There was a sound like peeling walnuts, and today's guests all became grim.

With the white hair on the head as the center, it was torn from the scalp, and the cracks were smooth and neat.

Then a pair of sharp hands pulled out from the Tianling Gai, and each of the white-headed protoss shed their human bodies, revealing their true colors.

The limbs are slender and slender, short and short, and the white-headed gods have different shapes. The brown-red skin is wrinkled and cracked, a bit like a weird treant.

"kill~"

All the white-headed gods waved their sharp claws and rushed forward, vowing to tear Gu Chuan into pieces.

The brown-red mist became thicker, and it continuously blessed the rushing white-headed protoss, making them even stronger.

They are not yet worthy to be called Them, but His race.

"Ax come~"

Gu Chuan stretched out his hand, and a golden ax appeared in his hand.

As soon as the ax blade struck out, the head of a white-headed god clan flew up.

"Supernatural powers, one thought of common people~"

Gu Chuan narrowed his eyes, and the invisible spiritual power gushed out from the heaven, like a whirlwind, and swept towards the white-headed gods who rushed up.

In an instant, the eyes of the white-headed protoss who rushed up became dazed, as if their heads had been stabbed fiercely by a sharp awl.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gu Chuan gathered his strength and poured the cultivation base of the Venerable Realm into the axe.

The divine ax struck out horizontally, and a huge golden ax light pierced the void, tearing towards all the white-headed gods.

blah~

There was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and the white-headed protoss who came back to their senses were split in two and fell to the ground.

But even so, these white-headed protoss did not die, but roared to the sky, and streaks of brown-red mist emerged from their bodies.

The mist followed the human bodies parasitized by them one after another.

Just in an instant, those human flesh bodies seemed to have been drained of blood, and the full force withered away.

And the White-headed Protoss, who had been divided into two, grew new lower limbs from the head.

The weird scene made Gu Chuan frown. This ability is almost equivalent to having an extra instant full blood card, and carrying a blood bag with him at any time.

"Clap~Clap~Clap~"

There was a burst of applause, and a well-proportioned man in a white robe, with white hair and a well-proportioned figure stepped out from the recovered white-headed protoss.

"Not bad, not bad, really worthy of being the previous generation of the Taiqing Sect's holy son, with good strength, skill, and courage, but the talent is a bit weaker."

"But it doesn't matter, your soul and your body are enough to be the birth carrier of the Son of God."

"The God Son of the White-headed God Clan will be conceived in your body and grow in your soul. You will be the chosen one of our White-headed God Clan. You should feel honored."

Gu Chuan was puzzled, "You sons of gods dare to send you to the Taiqing Gate, aren't you afraid of accidents?"

It seems that not only Gu Chuan has thoughts about them, but they also covet Gu Chuan.

"Hehehe~ You don't need to worry about this, as long as you obediently act as a container, maybe the Son of God can keep you alive."

Gu Chuan was not talking, the aura of his whole body was gradually rising, and the extremely powerful strength was constantly accumulating, and the body of power demon appeared quietly.

The hands holding the divine ax had explosive power, Gu Chuan moved, and approached the white-haired man with a dodge.

The golden ax slashed out, like lightning breaking through the thick clouds, turning into a bolt, and slashed at the white-haired man's head precisely and sharply.

The white-haired man's eyes turned brown-red, and his body kept retreating, dodging Gu Chuan's axe.

The brown-red mist became thicker and thicker, almost affecting Gu Chuan's vision.

A burst of itching came from Gu Chuan's scalp, as if someone was holding a saw and constantly pulling on the top of his head.

"Supernatural powers, short-sighted~"

Two inches of light pierced through the fog and went straight towards the white-haired man, who hurriedly dodged to the left.

Gu Chuan predicted the opponent's position, rushed out of the thick fog on the left, and struck the white-haired man with an axe.

The white-haired man felt the pain, his white palm instantly became thinner, and his five fingers joined together to grab Gu Chuan's chest.

Gu Chuan did not evade, he raised the divine ax high, and a suffocating coercion came from the divine axe.

The white-haired man was also a ruthless man, facing the oncoming giant axe, he did not avoid it.

This kind of ultimate move that hurts both sides compares who is more ruthless, and whoever retreats will be at a disadvantage.

However, Gu Chuan has long been prepared.

The five claws of the white-haired man did not dig into Gu Chuan's chest, and a turtle shell at the chest blocked this sure-to-kill move.

However, Gu Chuan's ax did as he wished, and directly split the white-haired man's head, and half of the head fell to the ground smoothly.

The white-haired man who lost half of his head was still alive. He retracted his right hand that was fractured by the shock of the turtle shell, trying to escape from Gu Chuan's range.

But Gu Chuan would not let go of this opportunity, several inches of light flew out, and the remaining head of the man in white burst open.

"Supernatural powers, one thought of common people~"

The power of divine sense poured into the white-haired man's soul and smashed it to pieces.

A series of quick and fierce actions, "Yuan Qing" and "Liang Qing" never thought that the white-haired man would be defeated so quickly, making it too late for them to rescue.

"Good, good, very good."

"Yuan Qing" roared angrily, the kind and kind expression on his face was long gone, and it became ferocious and terrifying.

"I promised Ah Niu that I will invite him to dinner later, a table of ten people."

Gu Chuan walked slowly, with an incomparable murderous intent in his eyes, and the murderous aura shot up into the sky, constantly stirring the thick brown-red mist.