Ancient Gods

Facing the three ancient antiques with extremely strong cultivation in the ancient land of the ancient race, the divine fortune teller looked unusually calm and indifferent.

Before he came here, he had been sitting cross-legged outside the mist. It was obvious that he was waiting for something here, or perhaps waiting for these ancient antiques.

The three strong men looked at the divine fortune teller with some surprise at this time, and their eyes kept looking back and forth at him. However, the more they looked, the more confused the expressions on the faces of the three ancient race strong men became.

Because they couldn't see through it at all, even their cultivation couldn't be seen. They wanted to deduce secretly, but they couldn't deduce it.

"Today's human race actually still hides a strong man like you. It really surprised us!" An old man said in a deep voice.

Another old man stared at the divine fortune teller and asked in confusion: "Who are you?"

Because at this time he was very uneasy in his heart. The more he looked, the more he felt a dangerous breath sweeping over him. What kind of cultivation did the human old man in front of him have to give him such a feeling?

There was no other expression on the wrinkled face of the divine fortune teller, and he said, "I am just an unknown person in the human race!"

If the words of the divine fortune teller were in the eyes of ordinary people, naturally no one would doubt them, but now there are several strong men from different ancient races standing in front of him, and each of them has a cultivation level above the realm of creation.

The three strong men from the ancient races stared at the divine fortune teller coldly, and no one spoke for a while.

They didn't know about the divine fortune teller at all, and even before today, they didn't know that there was such a strong man on the Xuantian Continent.

"You are not simple!" One of the old men couldn't help but say this again.

The divine fortune teller looked calm, and his seemingly turbid eyes slowly swept over the three ancient races. Then he said, "As long as you don't walk out of this fog, I won't do anything. If you turn back now, you can survive!"

When the divine fortune teller said this, the expressions of the three ancient races changed immediately. Two of them were furious, and then they laughed angrily, staring at the divine fortune teller with a grim look, saying, "I said you are strong, do you really think you are not an ant?"

"You are looking for death here, and we will fulfill your wish!"

The other one sneered, raised his finger and pointed at the divine fortune teller, saying, "Or I can give you a way to survive. Get out now, and we won't take your life. How about it?"

The divine fortune teller sighed lightly, and his expression became serious. He slowly raised his hands, and then turned his palms and pressed lightly.

"Boom..."

With his action, the world suddenly trembled, as if the sky was collapsing.

The three seemingly invincible ancient race warriors suddenly changed color at this moment, and their bodies trembled violently, as if they were struck by lightning. The bodies that were originally suspended in the air were instantly shaken down and directly pressed to the ground.

"You..."

The three warriors' faces turned red, and they seemed to be struggling to resist and wanted to stand up, but no matter how they struggled, it was useless. Their bodies were pressed to the ground by an invisible force.

The divine fortune teller still had a calm expression, and then a palm was raised, and then it fell again, and then it shook gently.

"Boom..."

An invisible palm fell from nowhere, and it felt that the land was shaking suddenly. In the distance, there were patches of smoke and dust that were shaken up. The three warriors only had time to let out a roar, and their bodies were crushed one after another.

From a distance, there was a huge handprint deeply imprinted on the ground.

The divine fortune teller sighed lightly, then glanced at the surging mist, and slowly sat down again, just like at the beginning.

The three strong men from which ancient race and ancient land were crushed, and they were completely motionless. Their life fluctuations had completely dissipated, and only a few floating blood mists were dispersed in all directions with the wind.

The battle here ended too quickly, and even the cultivators passing by dozens of miles away did not notice it.

If a strong man saw it, he would probably be shocked beyond words, because the three strong men of the ancient race who were killed in one blow were extremely terrifying. If they were placed in the human race, each of them could be the ancestor of a sect.

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In the southern wilderness, outside the gate of the Buddhist sect, an old monk who was sweeping the floor looked up at the sky and sighed lightly. He slowly put down the worn-out broom in his hand, and then his figure flashed and disappeared outside the gate of the Buddhist sect.

Not long after, dozens of miles away, an old monk appeared and blocked the young men of the ancient race who were originally going to return to the Central Region.

"Who you are chasing has nothing to do with me, but you should not slaughter my people at will!"

The old monk who swept the floor looked at the young men of the ancient race, and his words were actually cold.

"Old baldy, does the Buddhist sect want to stand up for the human race?" A young man of the ancient race stared at the old monk with a bad look, and his words were very bad.

"I am just a sweeping monk, and I have nothing to do with the Buddhist sect. I took action only because I am a human!"

The old monk stood there, looking a little trembling, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

"Old immortal, no matter whether you are a human or a beast, we are in a hurry to leave. If you don't get out quickly, today we will also wipe out your Buddhist sect!" Another young man of the ancient race shouted coldly.

The old monk swept his eyes over the young man who had spoken, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes. However, the young ancient race's expression trembled slightly, and the spirit in his eyes seemed to fade. In the blink of an eye, his eyes were empty, and then he stood still.

"You slaughtered the human race at will, but you have thought that you will suffer the consequences again and again. If you take sin as the cause, you will suffer the consequences!"

The old monk seemed to have not made a move, but he had already brought out the other party's inner demon.

This is a terrifying method of killing people invisibly. As the sweeping monk's eyes slowly swept over, several young ancient races froze one after another, their eyes were blank, and their eyes were empty.

He stood there silently, and then sat down cross-legged on the spot, and chanted scriptures from his mouth...

After about an incense stick of time, the chanting stopped abruptly, and the old monk slowly stood up, without looking at the young ancient races, and turned away tremblingly.

The bodies of the young ancient races were still standing there, their eyes were still open, but the life force on them had disappeared without a trace. Silently, the young ancient races with strong cultivation bases actually fell like this.

"What a good saying: If there is no devil in your heart, you will see Buddha in your eyes..." The old monk who swept the floor walked for a while and said this sentence like he was laughing.

At this time, his aura changed drastically. As soon as he said this, the cultivation barrier that had been silent for who knows how long suddenly opened up, as if he had stepped into a new world.