Quick Wear: The Demon Lord blew up the tomb at the beginning

At the end of the horizon.

A figure dressed in a black wide-sleeved robe and a step-shaking crown on his head walked up the invisible stairs, step by step, towards the heaven.

The gods in heaven were panicking, for they knew everything that had happened in the lower world.

Just now, Xie Lang froze time and space with just a raise of his hand, depriving the gods of their power and making them fall from the sky. Even a mortal could harm them.

They looked at Xie Lang, they were afraid of Xie Lang, what kind of monster was she?

"How dare you! Breaking into the Heavenly Palace, what crime should you be punished for?"

The commotion caused by Xie Lang alarmed all the gods in the heaven. Several immortal kings came riding on clouds and waved their hands to send a stream of sword energy towards Xie Lang.

Xie Lang didn't even look at it. He waved his hands and there was an explosion. The immortal kings who were rushing towards Xie Lang had no time to react and were blown into ashes, blooming into gorgeous flowers in the air.

The remaining gods looked at this scene with dull eyes, and then filled with extreme horror.

At this moment, a ripple appeared in the space and a terrifying pressure suddenly descended. The immortals who had not yet taken action were delighted, because it was the Emperor of Heaven who had come in person.

This farce should end now.

Faced with the sudden pressure, Xie Lang did not choose to dodge, but just looked at the Emperor calmly, his eyes full of silent mockery.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Fellow Daoist, you first destroyed the tribulation of my Heavenly Prince, then shot down countless Heavenly Gods, and now you forcefully break into Heaven and kill all the immortals in Heaven... Do you really think that there is no one in my Heaven?"

The Emperor of Heaven discovered that Xie Lang was not affected by his pressure, and the atmosphere became a little awkward, but he was the Emperor of Heaven, and his aura must not be weak.

Xie Lang shot down countless gods and let mortals stab the gods. This was a provocation to the dignity of the gods and a provocation to the dignity of him as the Emperor of Heaven.

He absolutely cannot tolerate this, otherwise where is his dignity as the Emperor of Heaven?

Just when he was about to teach Xie Lang a lesson.

Xie Lang did not say anything. He raised his right hand casually. The space around him tightened. The Emperor of Heaven felt something was wrong. Then he felt suffocated, like a drowning person, unable to breathe.

Then, Xie Lang waved his hand forward, and the Emperor of Heaven was thrown to the ground like a broken doll, without any room for resistance.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The Emperor of Heaven kept coughing up blood. He raised his head and looked at Xie Lang, with surprise and fear in his eyes.

"Who...are you?"

Xie Lang’s strength frightened him. He had been in charge of the heaven for millions of years and had never heard of such a person.

Xie Lang stood there calmly, looking at the embarrassed Emperor of Heaven, and said calmly: "The one who destroyed the heaven."

"Why? Has the Heaven offended you?" The Emperor of Heaven climbed up from the ground in a panic, his crown in disarray. He looked at Xie Lang with anger, confusion and disbelief.

"Have I offended you, mortal?" Xie Lang asked back.

"So, you are standing up for the mortals." The Emperor of Heaven understood, and then laughed again: "Daoyou, you are not a mortal, right? Why do you want to offend the entire heaven for those mortals?"

"I can be a mortal if I want to."

Xie Lang patiently corrected the Emperor of Heaven: "Also, you got one thing wrong. It's not that I offended the entire heaven, but that the entire heaven offended me."

"I am the emperor of the human world. If you gods send down natural disasters to destroy my country, you are my enemy."

"The distinction between the noble and the humble has been the same since ancient times. A mortal who went against heaven, murdered his king, and harmed the prince of heaven, if he is not taught a lesson, wouldn't that be a rebellion against heaven?"

The Emperor of Heaven looked at the arrogant Xie Lang with anger in his heart: "You are so powerful, why did you deceive mortals and let them kill the king and rebel? This is disrupting the order of superiors and subordinates? It is disrupting the justice of heaven and earth!"

"What is the righteousness of heaven and earth? Only tyrants are allowed to harm the people, but the people are not allowed to rise up? Only gods are allowed to bring disaster to the people, but mortals are not allowed to kill gods and destroy heaven?"

Xie Lang chuckled, her laughter full of sarcasm. She never agreed with the idea of ​​being born noble or humble, or the difference between high and low. Are you noble if you are born a noble? Are you lowly if you are born a slave?

Prince and general, would you rather have a kind?

Do gods, immortals and emperors have any special kind?

She is born rebellious. She admires people who are also born rebellious and likes to do rebellious things.

Common people kill kings, mortals kill gods, the more difficult the resistance is, the more sense of accomplishment she feels.

“Hehe…” The Emperor of Heaven shook his head calmly: “Mortals can never kill gods. The one who can truly kill gods… is you.”

If Xie Lang had not intervened, the prince would not have been deprived of the throne and slaughtered by the people. If Xie Lang had not deprived the gods of their power, mortals would never have been able to harm the gods.

Therefore, the one who killed the god was not the common people, but Xie Lang.

They, the gods, were not defeated by those mortals, but by Xie Lang, who was more powerful than them.

"Mortals can never kill gods. But they will know that gods are not omnipotent, and that is enough."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and a terrifying ball of light condensed in Xie Lang's hand. The dazzling light reflected Xie Lang's stern face.

Mortals cannot kill gods, but Xie Lang can.

Not only can she kill gods, she can also make mortals kill gods. She wants to pull the gods off the altar.

Looking at the ball of light, the Emperor of Heaven smelled the breath of death and immediately shouted, "Wait! Daoyou has killed so many gods. Daoyou has full authority to deal with the prince and other gods. Stop now."

"The Heaven Realm is willing to make peace with you, Taoist friend. I am willing to grant you the position of Heavenly Lord, a position higher than mine. As long as you..."

The Emperor of Heaven spoke more politely. He was going to abandon the Crown Prince and those immortals who were banished to the mortal world by Xie Lang in order to save himself.

Xie Lang looked at him coldly, unmoved.

If she was not strong enough to suppress the Heavenly Emperor, what awaited her would be to be thrown into the God-Destroying Platform and her soul would be torn apart. How could she be so easy to talk to now?

"Who do you think you are to be granted the position of Heavenly Venerable?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the ball of light in his hand towards the Emperor of Heaven, and endless light filled the sky and earth.

boom! ! !

There was an explosion, a flash of light, and after the explosion, where was the Emperor of Heaven?

Seeing this scene, the immortals showed horror in their eyes and looked at the expressionless Xie Lang. They only had one thought left - escape.

Looking at the terrified expressions of the gods, Xie Lang curled up the corners of his mouth into a faint smile, and stepped out of the heaven. When the gods thought they were fine, they suddenly found that they could not move their bodies.

Looking at other people, he found that they were the same. Their bodies were frozen in place, like motionless puppets. Just when they were about to show expressions of fear, he found that the bodies of others, like fine dust and floating catkins, gradually decomposed.

Soon after, their consciousness became blurred. In the last moment of consciousness, they saw their bodies being broken down into countless particles, which disappeared into the air as the cold wind blew.

……

The horizon was dyed red, and the mortals below looked up at the sky.

gradually……

Blood rain fell from the sky. A howling wind blew in the air. The sound of the rain was dripping with heavy sorrow, like the wailing of heaven and earth, the sound of gods crying.

At this time, everyone saw that in the blood rain, a figure came down from the sky, walked down to the mortal world, and walked into the Shangshu Terrace.

"His Majesty……"

Chen Ji and other ministers looked at Xie Lang who walked calmly to his seat and sat down, and were so shocked that they were speechless for a long time.

She walked out of the rain of blood, but her body was not wet. In just a quarter of an hour, she killed all the gods in the sky.

Who exactly is their Majesty?

"From now on, there will be no more gods in the world."

Xie Lang spoke slowly: "The natural disaster has been resolved, everyone, let's continue the discussion!"

The ministers were silent.

……

The bloody rain continued to fall, but in the Shangshu Terrace, as if no one was affected, the voices of discussion continued to be heard.

However, this time the discussion was about reconstruction after the natural disaster, and the judgment on Yuan Jing and Fairy Nishang, as well as those gods who were banished to the mortal world.

The rain lasted for seven days and seven nights. After the rain stopped, the air was much clearer than before and the earth was filled with spiritual energy.

In the gravel-filled desert, a small flower broke through the rocks, grew upwards with all its might, and bloomed brilliantly.

"The prince of heaven, Yuan Jing, and the fairy Nishang, came down to earth to bring disaster to the common people. Although they are gods, they have committed crimes against the human world...

He should be sentenced to death by slicing to vent the anger of the people."

When people heard the verdict on the two men, they cheered. So what if you are gods? Since you have chosen to bring disaster to the world, don't blame mortals for killing gods.

Yuan Jing and Fairy Nishang were in despair. As gods, they had never expected that one day they would end up like this.

Time flies, and twenty-five years have passed.

After Xie Lang passed the throne to the princess, he disappeared into the silent night.