Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Ji Guangling smiled faintly and looked at Qingqiu Yun and Bai Fasheng, saying, "You can leave when he attacks me."

"Thank you."

Bai Fasheng and Qingqiu Yun nodded in unison.

Surprisingly, none of these experts from the same otherworldly realm stepped forward.

In the end, it was the people on the other side of Earth who took the initiative to step forward.

Bai Fasheng even felt a little ashamed. You see, when the Destruction Storm first appeared with cracks, she was thinking of leading her forces to invade Earth.

"Heh, you're just a mere pseudo-saint, yet you think you can steal a woman from me? What's going on in your head?"

The red-haired middle-aged man sneered, "Even in the Divine Realm, the strength of our Red Lotus Clan ranks among the top. How dare you, a monkey from the roots of the Divine Tree, bark and howl in front of me?"

call out!
The red-haired middle-aged man shattered space in an instant, entering the dimensional space.

"You should leave quickly."

Ji Guangling said, his hands in his pockets.

Bai Fasheng and Qingqiu Yun immediately flew away into the distance.

Click!

Suddenly, a hand appeared from behind Ji Guangling and grabbed his shoulder.

The red-haired middle-aged man pulled hard, dragging Ji Guangling into the dimensional space, and the space returned to normal.

The next moment, the red-haired middle-aged man came out of the space, while Ji Guangling remained in the dimensional space.

Those watching from afar sighed with regret. Even a false saint was powerless against a true saint.

Guang Mixiu shook his head slightly. Of course, he knew Ji Guangling as well; he was considered one of the top experts among the descendants of Yanhuang.

He is only a little over 120 years old now, but he was already famous in the Otherworld when he was young.

I never expected it to end like this; it's truly tragic and lamentable.

Unfortunately, Feng Lin wasn't here; otherwise, that Red Lotus Clan saint would surely be dead.

Huang Zhenzhi's expression was also quite unpleasant. If given the chance, he would definitely help Ji Guangling.

Feng Lin had been kind to him, and Ji Guangling had a close relationship with Feng Lin.

Unfortunately, he could do nothing; faced with a sage, he felt only powerlessness.

Just as the red-haired middle-aged man was about to catch up with the white-haired man and Qingqiu Yun, a crack suddenly appeared in the space in front of him.

After the crack appeared, the space here split open further, eventually revealing a hole no bigger than a little finger.

But even this opening is enough.

A string of blue energy flew out from it, and the energy recombine to form the shape of Ji Guangling.

Everyone present was shocked upon seeing this.

What on earth is going on? Something that has completely shattered their worldview has happened before their eyes.

There were many sages present, and they could easily sense that this old man was not a sage; the power contained within him was far from sufficient.

However, he was able to cause space to shatter, unlike the cracks created by other pseudo-saints.

Anyone who reaches the level of a pseudo-saint can cause cracks to appear in space, but these cracks are not the same as the space breaking apart.

The space is not a thin layer of glass, but a very thick one.

The false saint caused cracks on the surface, but it was still a long way from causing cracks in the entire space.

But this pseudo-saint in front of me can actually tear open space.

Guang Mixiu narrowed his eyes. As expected of Ji Guangling, he was indeed beyond his expectations. If Ji Guangling could successfully enter the Saint Realm, his strength should be able to crush many people.

"Is that person an enemy or a friend?" Guangban asked Ji Guangling.

"They're definitely not friends, but they're not quite enemies either."

Guang Mixiu looked at Ji Guangling and said.

The Light Clan had never clashed with them. "Since he can't be considered a friend, then this person cannot live. If he becomes a saint, it will affect our Light Clan's struggle for the divine throne."

The light spot said calmly.

"Competing for the throne?"

Guang Mishu was utterly astonished upon hearing this.

Guang Kaidi, standing to the side, was the same.

"what happened?"

"I can't help but ask," Guangban asked curiously.

"To tell you the truth, a top genius has emerged in the root world of the divine tree. He is not even thirty years old yet, but he has already become a saint, surpassing all others. He has publicly told us that he has seized the divine position."

"It's a matter of course," Guang Mixiu explained.

“Impossible. If the divine position is taken away, the divine tree will stop growing and then slowly die. It will not grow back from the otherworld to the divine land.”

The light spot looked at Guang Mixiu, "If the Divine Tree hadn't grown over there, how do you think we would have come down here?"

"What? So you're saying he didn't seize the divine position? Why is that? There's clearly no one around him stronger than him, and it was a sure thing that he would obtain the divine position."

Guang Mixiu frowned. "This is not right! This doesn't make sense."

"Who knows? Anyway, I can confirm that the branches of the divine tree have pierced into the divine realm, which proves one thing: the divine position is still there, and the divine tree is not dead."

Suddenly, Guangban asked, "By the way, what's the name of that genius you mentioned?"

“His name is Feng Lin, and he is of the same race as Ji Guangling… no, he is a mixed-race person, with the bloodline of Suirenshi.”

Guangmi Xiu explained.

"Feng Lin? That name sounds familiar."

The light spots looked a bit strange.

"Is he in the land of gods right now?"

Guang Mixiu was increasingly shocked.

If that's the case, Feng Lin has been missing for so long, he might have already gone up there.

On the other side, Ji Guangling had one hand in his jeans pocket and the other hand pushing up his sunglasses. "If you think you can trap me like this, you're really overthinking it. It's time for you to fight me."

"Heh, interesting. It seems that as long as there are enough ants, a few talents can still emerge. Now, you can die."

The red-haired middle-aged man instantly attacked Ji Guangling.

Ji Guangling grinned and laughed loudly when he saw this, "Hahaha! Come on!"

boom!
The two forces of Qi began to collide, and Ji Guangling was instantly sent flying backward.

It should be noted that when a sage is in battle, he can control all the spiritual energy around him, while Ji Guangling cannot.

Based on this alone, Ji Guangling could never be a match for a sage.

Even so, he excitedly attacked the red-haired middle-aged man. After only a few exchanges, Ji Guangling's body began to bleed, but unlike ordinary people, he did not immediately begin to sublimate.

After a few times, the red-haired middle-aged man sensed something was wrong. This person's physique was much stronger than that of an ordinary person, even surpassing that of a saint.

He possessed the power to shatter space, but he only managed to send this person flying, leaving him covered in blood.

But if it were an ordinary expert, their body would have been shattered long ago.

Ji Guangling looked into the distance and found that Bai Fasheng and Qingqiu Yun had already left.

So he shattered space again, transforming it into Qi, and actively entered the dimensional space.

"You want to run?"

The red-haired middle-aged man sneered when he saw this, and followed him inside.

At the same time, one of Feng Lin's black clones slowly flew over from a distance. (End of Chapter)