Help! This savior is too stupid!

This is the last year, write your last words quickly!

The Spirit Master is gone, the Supreme Origin is missing five fragments, and the fourth catastrophe is coming...

This series of changes will trigger countless chain reactions, but these are beyond Ling Zun's consideration.

As part of the deal, Ling Zun has done what he should do and laid the groundwork for the fifth catastrophe. He has done what he should do and it is time for him to enjoy the fruits of his victory.

Let them fight...

When the bronze door closed, Ling Zun knew that he would never return to this place again, and this place would certainly not welcome him.

This time, the Holy Lord is really going to die.

But can I live again...

"Only God knows."

The fourth catastrophe came suddenly, and most people did not have time to react, but there was one person who was different.

When the fourth catastrophe came, Dark Moon, who was sitting in a wheelchair, suddenly stood up and looked into the distance in disbelief.

"It's getting fierce. Did you get struck by lightning again?"

Behind Dark Moon, Red-eyed Jiang Bai bumped into Dark Moon. The thunder of the fourth catastrophe pulled the remaining thunder and lightning power in Dark Moon's body and exploded!

“Boom boom—”

Jiang Bai was furious, "An Yue, you're going to hit me with this thing?!"

He is not sick, and He has not appeared yet because He is waiting for the right time to appear.

The fourth catastrophe is the best time...

"We don't have much time left."

Jiang Bai and An Yue stood side by side, looking down at Shengwu City, and said slowly,

"Ling Zun has already pledged his loyalty. Dark Moon, do you want to show your loyalty as well?"

Jiang Bai's throne is not so easy to take.

Dark Moon, as the new human throne, is not the only choice. Jiang Bai can let Ren Jie be the human throne at any time, and there are even more candidates.

Secretary Huang's apprentice, the guy named Momomo, is also qualified. Even Secretary Huang himself is not out of the question.

After all, if you really count, there are quite a lot of people around Secretary Huang, so it is well deserved to be called a person of all kinds of people.

Listening to Jiang Bai's words, An Yue's expression darkened. He knew what Jiang Bai wanted, and he was also very clear that Jiang Bai's request was not excessive.

Ling Zun went to the polar regions and took away a fragment of the supreme origin, while not accommodating any world. As long as he did this, Ling Zun had completed his mission brilliantly.

The Earth Throne is quite special, and the deal between Pure Land and Him is most likely to allow the Earth Throne to accommodate as many worlds as possible.

You must know that if no one accommodates the great world or the small world, it will become a world without an owner, just like water without a source, and will soon disappear.

At the same time, don’t think that this is a good thing. The more worlds you accommodate, the stronger the divine power you carry, but the weaker your self-awareness will be.

This is the price of becoming the throne. As the defeated party, they do not have much right to negotiate terms.

When he arrived at Dark Moon's place, he also needed to help Jiang Bai do one thing:

"You, go and kill Wuyuan."

If he had the ability, Dark Moon would not tolerate Wuyuan being so arrogant, but the problem now is that he cannot defeat Wuyuan!

Dark Moon said truthfully, "I am no match for Wu Yuan now."

"Then hold Him back and find a way to kill Him."

Jiang Bai replied calmly, "Fighting sometimes requires more than just strength, you can also use your brain."

Hearing this, Dark Moon got angry. Do you have a brain? If you have a brain, would you turn God Sequence Zero into a psychopath?

What qualifications do those who play weak games all day long and even use cheats to win have to say this?

An Yue didn't want to stay with Jiang Bai for even a second longer, so he plunged straight down and returned to Shengwu City to confront Wu Yuan.

Jiang Bai looked at the densely packed timeline in front of him, without any hesitation, he had already made a decision in his heart.

"The most important task for others is actually to become the throne. And the task of the throne is to find a way to accommodate more worlds..."

Jiang Bai's mission is different from theirs. Jiang Bai has to maintain the stability of the main timeline.

If something goes wrong with the main timeline, everything in the Land of Origin will have a chain reaction, and coordination between the inside and outside will be problematic.

If Jiang Bai wants to survive until the ninth mysterious tide, the battlefield must be at the place of origin. Only by "killing people" here can he achieve the effect of "destroying immortality"!

"They only took five fragments. Although they can use a bug like a slogan, '1234, 2234 again', to accommodate more fragments... even if they have the ability, the Lord will not give them this opportunity, let alone give them time to develop the power of the origin..."

In the communication between Jiang Bai and the psychologist, there is one thing that is very important.

On the Pure Land side, four people are needed to accommodate the fragments of the Supreme Origin.

Moreover, these four people do not include the old pillars.

"It's a pity for Ren Jie, but fortunately he doesn't care about these things..."

Jiang Bai looked at the Pure Land now and felt a headache.

"We can't ask the Four Heavenly Emperors to contain the fragments, can we?"

Empty, martial, disaster, ghost.

There is no problem with the first three, but the Ghost Emperor... is a bit too abstract.

"Let's think of a way. There should be a way..."

Jiang Bai took a step forward, and the next moment, he appeared on the snowfield. Time and space froze, but butterfly-like snowflakes were still flying.

Jiang Bai was eager to try, "Do you want help?"

In the snow, a Taoist priest walked slowly, shaking his head.

"Need not."

When the Taoist priest walked in front of Jiang Bai, he was already dressed as a psychologist.

Jiang Bai asked, "How long will it take?"

"One year."

"good."

Jiang Bai nodded, "Then I'll get busy."

Jiang Bai's figure disappeared in the wind and snow.

But the solidification of time and space was not lifted. In the wind and snow, the Supreme Origin was shaking. The Holy Lord was bearing the fourth catastrophe and seemed to be breaking out of the ground and forcing himself to appear in the world.

Today's psychologists are no match for the Holy Lord. If they were to face the Holy Lord, it would be very troublesome.

It was because Jiang Bai realized this that he took the initiative to come over and ask if he needed help.

The psychiatrist said no.

It’s not because He can solve this trouble, but because in the place of origin, He is not fighting alone.

He does not need to shake anyone.

People will come on their own, so it doesn't count as being drawn.

In the frozen time and space, even the psychologist's movements became slow, but there was one person who was not affected at all.

Jian Tu came out of the wind and snow with murderous intent.

He came empty-handed.

He did not come alone.

He was followed by a swordsman named Xue Ye, who had bright eyes and a pale face.

Because of some experiences while growing up, Jian Tu likes to have people watching when he takes action, even if these bystanders cannot see anything clearly.

It doesn't stop them from praising themselves.

When passing by the psychiatrist, Jian Tu paused, remembering that he had no weapon.

"Do you have a sword?"

The psychiatrist shook his head, "There is a knife."

As He spoke, He took out a scalpel, and when He handed it over, it turned into a Dao Knife.

"A knife will do."

Jian Tu took the Dao sword, made a knife flower with it, and said casually,

“Actually, I can use a knife, too.”

As He said this, He slashed out with His sword.

With one strike of the sword, the Milky Way appears, all things are annihilated, and the Supreme retreats...

Xue Ye, who saw the knife clearly, had bright eyes and a paler face. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and said stupidly,

"It turns out... I don't know how to use a knife."

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(Today is still two chapters. The closer I get to the end, the harder it is to write. I feel like there is still a lot I can write, but very little has been written...

There are 95 days left, come on, work hard and dream of the 100-day sprint.

Sleep, yeah.)