My believers are time travelers

The so-called protoss and scripts are extraterrestrial demons.

Greedy and cruel by nature, coveting all the beauty of the prehistoric land.

As the top of the ancient pyramid, the Protoss naturally attracted creatures to follow suit.

Today's Great Desolation has long been polluted by demons, not blood, but spirit.

Xia Qihong, who won the first battle, returned to Dongfu, recalling everything he saw today.

Feeling a little lost.

Is this the prehistoric world for which Master gave everything?
Is this still the dragon clan where everyone is like a dragon?
The moment he beheaded Tang Qing, the audience in the audience, regardless of the protoss, mixed blood or pure blood dragon.

The applause was like thunder, and the cheers shook the sky.

It was not because of him beheading a bastard, nor because of his unrivaled supernatural powers.

Instead, she was purely thrilled by this bloody scene.

The gods have ruled for countless years, and the newly born prehistoric creatures have long been no different from the gods in terms of spirit and value orientation.

Even if the extraterrestrial demons are exterminated, how should we treat these descendants of the alienated dragon clan?

Master, what should disciples do.

It seemed to have sensed Xia Qihong's distress.

As soon as the sea of ​​consciousness moved, the information transformed by the obsessive fragments of Taoist Bodhi burst into a tumbling burst.

Four words full of Dao rhyme emerged.

"Teach without discrimination"

This is the last karma taught by Taoist Bodhi as a master.

Xia Qihong kept comprehending the Tao rhyme of the four characters.

Feel the true meaning of Master.

At this moment, the idea is extremely clear.

enlightenment!

After expelling evil spirits and re-establishing the prehistoric, enlightenment is carried out.

The gods have spent countless years alienating the spirit of the prehistoric creatures.

Then, it will take countless years to educate, that's all.

He wanted to understand, his state of mind broke through, and he seemed to have stepped up to another level.

……

After one night, Xia Qihong stood on the ring again.

After two rounds of elimination, the people who are still in the ring are either the Protoss or the people who have a deep connection with the Protoss.

For example, Hong Lin, a disciple of Western religion in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist, if you cherish your life, why not jump off the ring right now."

Hong Lin, who was born in a refined manner, persuaded Xia Qihong to abstain from power and save his life.

"What if I don't?"

"On the ring, the fists and feet have no eyes, and the poor monk is afraid to start killing."

Xia Qihong narrowed his eyes, and his heart was full of killing intent.

There is no such thing as a monk in the prehistoric land, but it came from outside.

Hong Lin called himself a poor monk, and he was afraid that he was another person who practiced evil magic skills.

Kill!

"Since that's the case, then let's see the real chapter under your hands."

"The poor monk offended."

Hong Lin distanced himself and muttered something.

A faint halo emerged behind his head.

The metallic luster on the body looks solemn and sacred.

"Baoxiang Heart Curse!"

Under the arena, there are well-informed protoss who recognized Hong Lin's practice.

This technique looks sacred, but it also looks solemn when it is performed.

But the most insidious thing is that it is a curse method.

Through continuous beatings, resentment is aroused, and the opponent's demons are aroused.

"boom"

Jin Xianjing punched Hong Lin's golden body with the ultimate punch.

The golden body was almost shattered under this punch.

"It hurts, it hurts, the poor monk is going to tear your corpse into thousands of pieces."

Hong Lin, who was so painful that tears flowed down, did not fight back, but just chanted the inner mantra.

"Click"

Xia Qihong directly broke Hong Lin's arm with a punch, and a pale golden liquid flowed out from the broken section.

He threw down the bunker that was on his hands in disgust, and bombarded him continuously.

Hong Lin's golden body was smashed to pieces with only physical force.

"This Lin Fan's physical strength is so extraordinary."

"Looking at the information, Lin Fan is from the three-eyed clan, so I'm afraid he's cultivating the Indestructible Body."

"It is said that this technique can shatter the void when it is cultivated to the extreme."

The battle on stage was not exciting, but Hong Lin was beaten unilaterally.

The audience in the audience also seemed to criticize what the two had learned.

"Speaking of which, the Baoxiangxin spell is also a first-class supernatural power, but it is too slow to activate."

"If Hong Lin can use it smoothly, no one in the Golden Immortal Realm will be able to match it."

A luxuriously dressed Protoss man asked.

"Are you interested in taking a gamble?"

"Fifth prince, how do you gamble?"

A person who recognized the identity of the God Clan son asked.

This luxuriously dressed son of the god clan is exactly the son of the god emperor of today's court, Ye Wen.

Ye Wen glanced at the man and said:

"We'll bet on whether Hong Lin can successfully cast the Baoxiangxin spell before the golden body is shattered, and I'll be the banker."

At this time, Hong Lin's golden body on the stage was full of cracks, and it only took two or three punches to break it.

As for the activation of the heart spell, at least there is still a cup of tea.

For a while, everyone bet that Hong Lin would not be able to use it smoothly.

"Fifth prince, I'm afraid you will pay for it."

The gamble turned out to be one-sided, and no one was optimistic about Hong Lin.

Ye Wen didn't speak, but just quietly looked at the stage.

Xia Qihong on the stage heard everyone's conversation.

He has no interest in the Fifth Prince, gambling or anything like that.

But he became interested in the heart curse known as the invincible Golden Fairyland.

Under the restraint, the fist that was thrown slowed down and its strength weakened.

Hong Lin's golden body was also slowly recovering.

Without knowing it, Hong Lin thought that Xia Qihong's previous outburst was caused by some kind of kung fu.

"Hahaha, the successor is weak, just wait, the poor monk will kill you alive."

Hong Lin, who was beaten to the point of tears, said the most hated words.

Soon, it's time for a cup of tea.

The halo at the back of Hong Lin's head became colorful, as if connected to the unknown.

An invisible demon emerged from the halo and flew towards Xia Qihong.

Xia Qihong, who had already opened the eyes of reincarnation, could see clearly.

A mass of miscellaneous energy aggregates flew towards him.

It seems to be a mental attack, and I should be able to bear it.

He weighed in his heart the damage that the heart spell could do to him.

As the energy body penetrates into the sea of ​​consciousness, the heavenly demon illusion follows.

He, who had long recalled Kusen's illusion, was almost immune to this scene.

Is this the invincible heart curse of the Golden Fairyland?

Xia Qihong was very puzzled, the inner curse seemed to be exaggerated.

What he didn't know was that today's prehistoric creatures are extremely weak because of their relationship with the gods.

If you encounter a heart demon below the golden fairyland, you will die without life.

This is also the reason why Western religions are not provoked.

Xia Qihong, who felt bored, mobilized the power of merit in his body to refine the demon and turn it into nourishment for the primordial spirit.

Hong Lin thought that he had already fallen into illusion.

He took out a dagger and walked towards Xia Qihong.

He wanted to trap Xia Qihong's primordial spirit in his body, and cut him one by one, so as to relieve his hatred.

When Hong Lin raised his knife and was about to cut it off, Xia Qihong moved.

"bang"

Hong Lin's head burst like a ripe watermelon.

The pale golden liquid sprayed towards the sky like a fountain.

The bloody scene aroused the frenzy of the audience, and they vented their emotions forgetfully.

"Lin Fan, Lin Fan, Lin Fan!"

The jeweled monk at the VIP table looked at Xia Qihong without concealing the killing intent in his heart.

Ye Wen, who won the bet alone in the audience, smiled as expected.

Xia Qihong's third round ended in a rain of blood.

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