The reborn dragon is in the city

Chapter 2101 Under the saints are all ants

Chapter 2101 Under the saints are all ants

"You want to go back to the lower realm?"

Ming Zhi looked at Xu Shaotang full of puzzlement, "Why do you have such a strange idea? Countless people want to go to the heaven, but you actually want to go back to the lower realm?"

"Others are others, I am me."

Xu Shaotang said quietly: "Although the heaven is good, it is not my home after all."

"Family?"

Mingzhi didn't seem to have the concept of home, so he said to himself: "Nuwa has sealed the gate of the heaven thousands of years ago, and the aura in the lower realm is probably very thin. If you go back to the lower realm, your strength will not only not improve, I'm afraid it will go backwards, and I will never have the chance to become a saint in this life."

Xu Shaotang gently shook his head and said: "I don't want to become a saint, nor how strong I am, I just want to return to my family! Senior Mingzhi, if you know the way to return to the lower realm, please tell me, as long as you If you can help me return to the lower realm, I can agree to any request of yours!"

Xu Shaotang seemed to have grasped at straws. At this moment, all the dissatisfaction with Mingzhi in his heart had disappeared. As long as Mingzhi could help him return to the lower realm, he was willing to pay any price!

He didn't have much pursuit of martial arts, and he was forced to go to the present step by step. If he wants to live, he must return to his family alive!
Mingzhi obviously didn't understand Xu Shaotang's thoughts. Hearing what Xu Shaotang said, he only felt that the person in front of him seemed to have a brain problem. After living for so many years, it was the first time he heard that someone didn't want his strength to become stronger.

"Whether you want to become stronger or not, if you really want to return to the lower realm, you have to keep getting stronger, so strong that you can break the seal set by Nuwa!"

"Why?" Xu Shaotang asked puzzled.

Ming Zhi slightly rolled his eyes and said: "If you want to go back to the lower realm, you can only go back through the gate of the heaven! But the gate of the heaven has been sealed by Nuwa. Do you think anyone can break the seal laid by Nuwa?"

Hearing Mingzhi's words, the hope that had just surged in Xu Shaotang's heart was quickly shattered.

Nuwa is already a saint, so if she wants to break the seal set by a saint, how can she have the strength of a saint?
But how difficult it is to become a saint, he didn't know if he had the chance to become a saint in his life!

Even if there is this chance, by the day when he becomes a saint and breaks the seal, things will have changed on Earth.

"Then do you think I have a chance to break Nuwa's seal?" Xu Shaotang asked bitterly.

"To be honest, there is almost no chance!" Ming Zhi said: "Nuwa's strength is beyond your imagination! It is almost impossible for you to break Nuwa's seal with your own strength. Instead of relying on yourself To break the seal, it is better to expect Nuwa to take the initiative to lift the seal of the gate of heaven!"

"Then do you know where Nuwa is?" Xu Shaotang once again had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Mingzhi shook his head slightly and said: "After sealing the gate of heaven, Nuwa never showed up again, no one knows where she is."

Xu Shaotang froze for a moment, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "So, if I want to go back to the lower realm, there is almost no hope, right?"

"Almost!" Mingzhi said lightly: "If you become a saint, there is still a glimmer of hope to find Nuwa, otherwise, you have no chance!"

Xu Shaotang sighed heavily, and said with a wry smile: "It must be difficult to become a saint, right?"

"What do you think?"

Ming Zhi asked with a smile.

Xu Shaotang didn't speak, he already knew the answer.

It is not only difficult to become a god, but it is difficult to reach the sky, right?
Even the suzerains of the top sects such as Tiansheng Temple and Yundi Palace are only Da Luo Jinxian's cultivation base, and Liu Yunfei, a genius of Tianzong, has spent hundreds of years without becoming a saint, even if he proudly says that his talent is better than Liu Yunfei's. Yun Fei is still strong, but it is impossible to become a saint in just a few years.

Suddenly, he didn't seem to see any hope of returning to the earth, and the disappointment kept pounding his heart. Even though he claimed to be firm, he was on the verge of collapse at this moment. Infuriating also stopped.

Seeing Xu Shaotang's ashen face, Mingzhi raised his head slowly, and said with a smile: "How is it, does it feel like all hope is lost?"

"Do you have a feeling of gloating?"

Xu Shaotang raised his head slowly, looking at Mingzhi in front of him with itchy teeth, the resentment that had just disappeared came back to his heart again, if possible, he really wanted to make Mingzhi into skewers!

"A little bit!" Ming Zhi nodded indifferently, and said, "You are young and talented, and you don't want to become a saint and prove the way, but you want to go back to the lower realm where the spiritual energy is thin. I really can't understand your thoughts. .”

"You are you, I am me!"

Xu Shaotang closed his eyes gently, "Our pursuits are different!"

Hearing Xu Shaotang's words, Mingzhi snorted disdainfully: "All your pursuits are just a joke when you don't know if you can live until tomorrow morning, and it's a sad joke!"

"I……"

A nameless anger surged in Xu Shaotang's heart, but when he was about to explode, he suddenly calmed down again.

Although Mingzhi's words are not pleasant to hear, but aside from his resentment towards Mingzhi, Mingzhi's words do make sense.

A simple fight with Mingzhi made him understand that his strength is so vulnerable, the reason why he has not survived until now is because he has not met a real strong man, and a seriously injured Mingzhi can Let him have no power to fight back. If he is as strong as Ming Zhi, killing him is just a matter of moving his fingers.

If he was all dead, wouldn't his so-called pursuit be a sad joke?
"There's nothing to say, right?" Ming Zhi said with a chuckle, with that appearance, no matter how you look at it, you don't feel worthy of a beating.

"Yes!"

Xu Shaotang nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and worked hard to adjust his mentality.

Now, although his hope is very slim, at least there is still a glimmer of hope. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will not give up, nor can he give up!
"Young man, practice hard! You still have a long way to go!"

Ming Zhi said old-fashionedly: "Don't think that your strength is already very strong now, your vision is too short-sighted, I can tell you that all saints are ants! In the eyes of the real strong, you may even be an ant. Not even qualified!"

"The saints are all ants?"

Xu Shaotang silently repeated Mingzhi's words, with a look of great horror on his face, he murmured: "Even Da Luo Jinxian is just an ant-like existence?"

"Daluo Jinxian?"

Ming Zhi snorted disdainfully: "Barely qualified to be an ant."

"..."

Xu Shaotang looked at Mingzhi in amazement. Even Da Luo Jinxian, who is high in the eyes of everyone, barely has the qualifications to become an ant?
What kind of existence is a saint?
(End of this chapter)