All Lords: I Created The Mythical Heaven!

"You have no joke."

Lu Yun spoke decisively, and he slowly walked out of the corner of the city wall, even if it was not a dark area shrouded in moonlight.

"Brother..."

Wu Song's eyes were as bright as a torch, and the simple, timid, and resolute smile of the short figure less than one meter faintly appeared.

Scenes from the past continue to emerge.

[You are an official now, don’t be like me, just don’t be like me...]

[Brother, I’m waiting for you to come back. 】

The three-inch ugly man who was looked down upon, fooled, and teased by all the neighbors.

It is also the age of being without a father or a mother.

He kowtows to everyone he meets and does the most humble coolie day and night.

Wu Dalang raised and raised a three-meter-tall younger brother, and he paid a lot of money to let his younger brother learn martial arts from famous teachers.

It is true that Wu Dalang is a useless good-for-nothing that makes countless people feel ashamed because of his appearance, figure, and abilities.

But he spent his whole life making Wu Erlang literate, practicing martial arts, pacifying right and wrong, finding a way out, and making marriage arrangements...

It was this short and small piece of trash that raised a human Tai Sui who could kill a tiger with his bare hands and carry a cauldron!

The hero of the world, the hero who heard about Wu Song and couldn't help but praise him for his joy and revenge.

[Wu...Wu Dutou...spare me, spare me...]

[I also have an old mother and young children at home...]

The words of the man whose head couldn't be bigger than a bowl were like adding fuel to the fire.

【Home? 】

[You have a home for pickled things like this... Hahahahahaha! You all have a family—hahahaha! 】

[But where is my home? ! 】

【My brother...】

[Pocai, pigs and dogs like you deserve a home! ! --Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! 】

Wu Er laughed in anger, and with just one arm, he forcibly removed the head of Wu Zhuangyuan from Yanggu County.

One night, with anger, he immediately entered the golden elixir.

Time rotates and the timeline is once again set to decades later.

In front of Liuhe Temple.

Patriarch Qing Zhong responded to the calls of Song Gongming and Lu Zhishen, brothers in the past.

Wu Song stared straight ahead, waiting for someone, and seemed to be waiting for the only light in his life.

The fog cleared in the distance.

An honest man with a shadowy figure, a stature that has been reduced by life, a round and broad face, and skin like dead tree bark due to years of hard work.

When Wu Song was about to die at the age of eighty, he only said a common sentence that had been repeated thousands of times.

[Brother...you have been wronged, go home with your brother...]

The three-meter-tall strong man was in the meditation room. When he was dying, he burst into tears and cried loudly. Within a radius of thousands of miles, the whole world was in sorrow.

Everyone who heard this was horrified and terrified.

…

The biting cold wind blows by!

The past disappears like smoke.

Wu Song was left alone in a long unexplainable silence, while Suo Xing continued to drink strong wine one after another.

"Brother——!"

Wu Song shed a line of hot tears, his eyes became hotter and brighter, and a raging fire that could not be extinguished was ignited in his heart.

pain!

Incomprehensible, intense inner grief.

The demon lord, the Tai Sui God, and the heroic man with a body of heaven and man were directly burned, and he shed tears of blood that could not be wiped away.

The [Demon Lord] attribute entry on Wu Song’s panel flashed crazily!

The demonic energy in the sky caused a huge change in Ziweixian City.

The originally weak [Tai Sui God] attribute entry sensed something again and suppressed this penetrating demonic nature.

The invisible rope that once collapsed once again tied the ancient demon god!

Only the divinity of Tai Sui God was left, slowly calming down the anger that had been squeezed in Wu Song's heart for a long time.

"Brother——!"

The deafening sound shook houses for hundreds of miles.

between heaven and earth.

The will of the abyss dropped a ray of light, but was blocked by the great fortune of millions of people in Ziwei Immortal City.

Reluctant to leave.

On the city wall, there were still soldiers coming and going, but everyone was prohibited by Lu Yue from approaching the three-foot area where Wu Song was crying.

However, heaven and earth will always give the most powerful thunder to those who have been silent for a long time.

after one day.

Ziweixiancheng used the most beautiful thunder power to lead an army to kill thousands of abyssal sea spirits and successfully established a foothold in the sea spirit abyss.

evening.

Wu Song walked into the city lord's palace alone and said directly in front of nearly a thousand immortals and gods present:

"Life is like duckweed, gatherings and separations are in a hurry."

"Wu Er...I have never wanted to talk about debt in my life."

"Your Majesty, if you really have the ability to save the life of the eldest brother of the Wu family! Wu Er is willing to do great things alone and devote the rest of his life to loyalty."

"Repay His Majesty's grace."

Wu Song, smelling of drunkenness, suddenly fell to his knees.

The gold hoop originally worn on his head disappeared, and the Hunyuan iron rod in his hand was polished as bright as new.

"Wu Er hates people who are duplicitous most in his life. He can deceive Wu Er more than he can, but he cannot deceive Wu Er with the iron rod in his hand."

"Wu Erduan doesn't mean the slightest bit of threat."

Wu Song looked at the thousands of immortals and gods present, many of whom were straightforward and furious.

After hearing these rebellious remarks, I wanted to come up and defend myself.

"I just made up my mind, if His Majesty deceives a certain family."

"Wu Er is willing to take his own life and return to heaven alone."

Wu Song's categorical words were sonorous and powerful.

The surrounding immortals who were originally angry suddenly extinguished their anger and turned into only admiration.

Who is Wu Song talking to?

The Emperor of Heaven is in charge of heaven, earth, and the underworld, and is destined to stand on the long river of time, covering the past, future, and present.

Are you talking about death?

That could really be a conceptual disappearance in any timeline, time and space, world, or paper.

"No matter what this great cause is, whether it is right or wrong, good or evil, right or wrong... it will all be shouldered by Wu Eryi from now on!"

"you've been drinking?"

Lu Yun asked back.

"The more you're drunk, the more you're capable."

"When you are drunk for five points, your spiritual power will increase by five points. Only when you are extremely drunk can you be powerful and powerful."

Wu Song chuckled, took out and lifted a wine vat the size of a water vat from the storage magic weapon, and drank happily.

"It is difficult to distinguish between humans and ghosts if one has a human heart and no humanity. If there is a realm but no way to practice, how can there be a different path between immortals and mortals."

Lu Yun spoke sadly.

All the immortals and gods around him stared with bated breath, deep in thought for a long time.

"Okay, okay."

Lu Yun said three good words in a row and stood up slowly.

Wu Song looked up.

I just felt that His Majesty's figure, in a trance, seemed to cover the high-dimensional space and the endless world of the underworld, and there were five innate gods standing on the left and right.

"As the saying goes, Tiangang and earth meet together, and one hundred and eight stars support each other in life and death, sharing weal and woe."

"If you can really do something great."

"I swear by the 108 ancient stars of Tiangang Earthsha, I will definitely seek all kinds of methods to resurrect your brother."

Lu Yun looked serious and made a solemn promise.

The sky hurts the star.

If the members of Ziwei's direct lineage don't help in this way, how can they be willing to serve?

"Heavenly Suffering Star, Tai Sui God, Demon Master's Heart."

"A hero who has gathered legends from all over the world. If he doesn't return to his heart, no one would be willing to change him."

Lu Yun watched Wu Song disappear forever.

But there was another thought in my heart.

I can only appreciate Wu Song's transgression.

Besides appreciation, it’s fucking appreciation.

What he wants is this Tai Sui God of Killing who is bloody, willing to grudge and kill all the heavens!

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(PS: There is some emotional tension in these chapters, I will use time to polish it off.)