I woke up after 300 million years

As the saying goes, if you don’t break out in silence, you will perish in silence.

Mu Changsheng's life can be described in a few words: There is a kind of misfortune called robbers massacre the village, there is a kind of encounter called love at first sight, there is a kind of infatuation called I will wait for you, there is a kind of choice called no choice, there is a kind of despair called killing. When it comes to madness, there is a kind of suffering called the world of mortals like smoke.

When I first entered the mortal world, I didn’t know the sufferings of the world. Suddenly, when I looked back, I was already a person in suffering.

In the ice and snow, Mu Changsheng was wearing ragged black clothes, with white hair the same color as the snow, and a three-foot long sword named Beihuang.

In such a desperate situation, if you declare war on millions of immortals with one sword, you will not survive without going crazy!

The Liu family members recovered from their shock, and suddenly became angry with shame, and millions of monks attacked.

"A mere ant from the lower realm dares to make noise in my Liu family!"

"If you have three points of strength, you won't take the sky seriously!"

"You're a kneeling dog, I'll shoot you right through!"

Although Mu Changsheng severely injured Liu Shengtian with his sword just now, everyone thought it was a sneak attack.

Otherwise, how could a quasi-supreme being be the enemy of the mortal supreme being!

Facing the millions of monks swarming forward, Mu Changsheng looked up to the sky and laughed until he was crazy and desperate.

He killed them all with one sword and no fear, and there was no way to escape!

At least, before he dies, he must kill all the bastards in front of him who look down on him!

Dao patterns appeared on Mu Changsheng's black clothes, and Dao patterns surged in his eyes. The Beihuang Sword, which was approaching the quasi-saint soldier, exploded with all its strength, sweeping across countless monks with one sword. It was quite the domineering power of an emperor who could rule over thousands of people!

Liu Shengtian clutched his chest, blood was flowing, his armor was broken, and his face was cold.

"Brother Shengtian!" Liu Ruyan called anxiously, hugging the man with both hands, eyes full of concern, and whispering softly, "Brother, are you okay?"

"No problem." Liu Shengtian responded with a gentle smile and touched the woman's face.

Liu Ruyan does have a way of talking about her brother, and her voice is soft and charming, making people happy.

She was not of the Holy Lord's lineage, but was born in the collateral lineage, but her parents had a high status in the collateral lineage. They paved the way for her since she was a child, and she mingled with people from the direct lineage every day.

Liu Ruyan lived up to expectations. With her powerful talent and considerate tenderness, she successfully attracted Liu Shengtian, and the Holy Lord personally granted marriage.

At this time, a group of clan elders arrived, a total of one hundred and twenty people, all of whom were supreme cultivators, and the first ten were Eternal Supremes.

"Elder of the clan! Kill that lunatic quickly!" Liu Ruyan ordered.

The clan elders didn't even look at her, watching with cold eyes the battle between Mu Changsheng and millions of monks.

That frail figure was so powerful that millions of people could not get close to it.

"This guy is not simple. The way of swordsmanship has become a great success."

"If you really become a master of swordsmanship, you can fight for eternity even if you are a quasi-supreme person!"

"I can't understand what he has experienced in just two thousand years?"

"It is truly amazing. Even my Liu family cannot cultivate a swordsman like Mu Changsheng within two thousand years. It's a pity..."

"It's no pity. If he's not from my race, his heart will definitely be different. Kill him before he reaches maturity!"

This group of clan members commented and expressed their feelings to each other.

Liu Shengtian's face became even more ugly. Even he had never received such a high evaluation from the clan elders. It was absolutely impossible to say that he was not jealous.

Seeing that her fiancé was in a bad mood, Liu Ruyan, a husband-protecting fanatic, immediately stood up and retorted:

"Elder of the clan, Chief Mu cannot survive as a sinner in the lower world. Being strong for a moment means nothing. Brother Shengtian will definitely become a saint in the future. Regardless of talent or potential, he will be the best in an era!"

The rich man frowned. He had always disliked this Liu Ruyan. He was obviously from the collateral lineage, but he mingled with the direct lineage every day. He didn't put much effort in training, but he was quite attentive in dressing up and pleasing Liu Shengtian.

This group of people has lived for tens of millions of years, and all the old monsters can see Liu Ruyan's little thoughts, but they are too lazy to point it out. After all, a powerful monk will have more than one Taoist companion in his life, unless both parties are very infatuated. kind.

Even if Liu Shengtian marries Liu Ruyan, the clan elders will continue to arrange for better and more suitable women to marry Liu Shengtian, so that the Liu family can flourish and flourish.

Seeing that the clan elders ignored her, Liu Ruyan looked aggrieved, hugged her fiancé's arm, and was about to cry, "Brother Shengtian..."

Liu Shengtian continued to do this, his eyes turned cold, he looked directly at the clan elders and said with a straight face:

"Elder of the clan, what do you mean? You think I'm not as good as a dog from the lower world!"

The rich man only obeyed the Holy Lord's orders, but he was not used to the Holy Lord's son.

He smiled calmly and pointed forward, "If the Holy Son is not convinced, you can prove yourself. Killing this Mu Changsheng will definitely make the Holy Son famous."

"Hmph, are you confused? Killing a dog from the lower world will only dirty my hands!" Liu Shengtian said disdainfully.

The rich man shook his head, smiled mysteriously, and explained slowly, "You may not know something, but I just learned from the Holy Lord that not long ago, Chief Mu was born in Hongtian, and declared war with his ancestor Yan Fan. ...The Three Saint Patriarchs tried, but failed to keep them."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes widened.

The other elders looked in disbelief.

Declare war on heaven? The Three Saint Patriarchs take action? None of this is left!

Liu Ruyan was shocked. Looking at the figure fighting in blood, her beautiful eyes had a strange look.

The nine saint clans have ruled the nine heavens for countless years, but no one has ever dared to declare war on the sky.

Liu Ruyan glanced at Liu Shengtian with her peripheral vision and shook her head secretly. With Liu Shengtian's strength and courage, let alone declaring war on heaven, if he didn't have the status of the Holy Son, he would have been killed long ago.

Because...Liu Shengtian had bullied many supreme orthodoxy during the day. He was the Holy Son. Others dared to be angry but dared not speak out. They could only break their teeth and swallow them in their stomachs.

Liu Shengtian was really irritated when he met the rich man's playful eyes.

"So what if he survives? It's just a lost dog. This Holy Son can easily kill him!"

After speaking out loud, Liu Shengtian pushed Liu Ruyan away and rushed towards the crowd with a single stride.

"Ant, take the move, Cang Gu Hong Fist!"

With one punch, the wind and snow blew, and the floor of the square cracked.

Mu Changsheng was covered in blood, and his abdomen, arms, back, and thighs were pierced by more than twenty long swords. It was so miserable that he couldn't bear to look at it.

Before he came to Liu's house, his injuries had not healed. After kowtowing step by step for six days, his sword body was broken by the special wind and snow, and his strength was completely reduced.

Mu Changsheng was killed until he was numb and couldn't hear any sound. Before he could turn around, the bones in his back were shattered by Cang Guhong's fist, and he flew 30,000 meters away and landed in front of the gate of a fairy palace.

After a successful attack, Liu Shengtian stood high-spirited and stood in the void, snorting coldly, "A floating drop cannot even block a punch from this Holy Son. You are so weak!"

When the Liu family members saw this, a group of sword cultivators flew up with their swords. Dozens of flying swords penetrated Mu Changsheng, leaving them full of holes. The snow was rendered a bright red.

An older clan elder shook his head and said, "Win without force. This child Shengtian has such a bad character. We must carefully consider the position of the next Holy Lord."

"Yes, seconded." The rich man nodded with a smile.

The Holy Lord has many children and grandchildren, and he provoked Liu Shengtian just because he sided with other Holy Sons.

In the gray sky, the wind and snow suddenly stopped.

Mu Changsheng's white hair was disheveled, his head was lowered, his knees were shaking, and his whole body was covered with long swords. He was already at the end of his strength.

[Is this... the end? 】

[I'm so stupid... I actually believed what the Liu family said... But what can I do... I have no right to choose... Even if there is a glimmer of hope, Give it a try and save the ancestor...]

【So tired, so sleepy...】

Mu Changsheng slowly closed his eyes and was about to fall down.

Suddenly, the red coffin shook, a hole was torn in the sky, and a scarlet eye appeared.

The chains broke, the black cloth fell, the coffin boards flew up, and chaos and darkness appeared inside the coffin.

Yan Fan's body was in pieces, completely eroded by the Ten Days of Soul-Destroying Poison, and his soul turned into dust.

The next second, extraordinary power condensed into a body of flesh and blood. Yan Fan opened his eyes, jumped out of the coffin, and hugged Mu Changsheng with one hand.

Feeling the support and warmth, Mu Changsheng raised his head weakly, with tears streaming down his face.

"Old... Ancestor!"

Yan Fan pulled out the sword that had penetrated Mu Changsheng's body while suppressing his anger and said in a gentle tone:

"Silly boy, didn't I say that I won't die...No one in the world or in the universe can kill me."

Yan Fan's existence transcends everything, and his flesh and blood body is not important. After the previous body decayed, the divine source was triggered, automatically condensing a new body and soul for him, retaining his cultivation and physique.

He once told Mu Changsheng and others that he was immortal.

Mu Changsheng probably forgot about it, or took it as a joke. Now that he was seriously ill and sought medical treatment, he came to Liu's house to seek the resurrecting grass.

Mu Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time his emotions were completely unbearable.

He looked at the monks of the Liu family, at the superior clan elders, at the woman nestled in Liu Shengtian's arms, and said heartbreakingly:

"Ancestor, I tried my best. I really tried my best. I plan to show my dignity before I die!"

"I...I don't want others to see our family's jokes!"