Why is this main god space a sewing monster!

Chapter 1777 You are so shameless!
Chi Mingxianren was really devastated. He was a researcher and an orthodox cultivator from the academic school. Even the light of his soul was lit up when he was writing his thesis. At that time, he was troubled by the topic assigned by his tutor for a long time. After finally getting his thesis approved, he felt as if the whole world was bright, and then he lit up his own light of soul.

It sounds outrageous, but it's true.

With such a personality, Chi Ming has never left the Thirty-Three Days Research Institute after graduation. He has been immersed in his own research projects all his life. He doesn't care about the development of extra-dimensional space, skin color, race, or equal rights.

He was able to obtain this command because, as an orthodox immortal, he automatically possessed a military rank in the Heavenly Court, although Chi Ming did not even know the coordinates of the military ports of the Eight Armies of the Heavenly Court.
After being dragged to this thirty-three heavens mirror battlefield by the Jade Emperor, Chi Ming had to go ahead with it despite himself. After all, he was the only orthodox immortal in the entire Eighteenth Heaven.

With Chi Ming's character, even if his side was defeated by the main god's camp with overwhelming force, Chi Ming would not say much. He was not open-minded and did not care about these things at all.

Chi Ming felt sorry that he could not complete the research at hand. He had a clue about the deduction of the [fragment]. If he had a few million years, he might have been able to unlock the secret of the fragment. It was a pity that the Heavenly Court was at war. That was a fragment of time that was even older than the prehistoric calendar. Maybe it contained some extra-dimensional information. Chi Ming was really curious.

Chi Ming, who had been indifferent to life and death, became completely upset after witnessing Snowd's hype.

This, this is not orthodox cultivation at all!

If they weren't forced into it, who would want to be this crappy commander?

The other immortals are not orthodox cultivators, and he is the only orthodox immortal, so he has to be one even if he doesn't want to.

Snod stared with his dragon eyes, looking for his next victim.

And the next moment, a voice appeared in Snod's mind, which made Snod feel incredible.

"You are really becoming more and more shameless, Fire Dog."

"!"

Snowd turned around and saw that the seventeenth heaven had been penetrated by the main god's camp. The rule code of the thirty-three heavens was written like this. After one battlefield was penetrated, it would have the ability to support other battlefields. Generally speaking, they were fought down from the higher levels. After all, except for the first heaven which was the foundation, even if the lower heavens were won, it would be difficult to cause any fundamental impact on the battlefields of higher levels.

After all, the gap in strength is there. Snowd doesn't expect the Seventeenth Heaven to support him. It would be good if they can control the casualty rate to fifty.

But now, support from the Seventeenth Heaven has arrived, but it is not the coalition forces of the Seventeenth Heaven that have come, but a group of human saints who have long fallen in the long river of history. Snowd has not had many dealings with human saints, but he has definitely had some.

"Pineapple head? You're not dead!"

The saint turned into the scorching sun and drove the sun chariot, holding his weapon high and rushing towards the Tiandi Xuanhuang fleet. When passing by Snowd's head, he did not forget to give him a contemptuous look.

Just as Snowd was about to charge forward with a roar, more saints rushed in from the battlefield of the seventeenth heaven.

"Wozhi, is it haunted?"

Snowd looked at the vast star clusters in disbelief. Each star cluster was a saint of the human camp that had fallen in the past. The war of counterattacking the prehistoric world, the war of unsealing the world, the war of the invasion of the three-eyed tribe, the war of conferring the gods, and the expedition of the human emperor to the negative multiverse! In the above wars, except for the war of counterattacking the prehistoric world, Snowd did not participate in any of the other battles. As the Haotian mirror safe designated by the great lord before leaving, Snowd was arranged clearly. When the above wars began, Snowd followed Luo to travel in the multiverse, and only moved to the Lord of the Rings World to settle down after the Lord of the Rings World was formed.

"What's going on?" Snod grabbed Silver Moonlight, who was in a state of disarray but still trying to maintain his pose, and asked, "Is it really haunted?"

"Wake up, this is the mirror battlefield of the Thirty-three Heavens. What kind of trouble could have happened here?" Silver Moonlight was speechless, but still explained: "It was the people from the Zhongzhou team who set up some kind of formation and brought in the dead saints to help."

"Ah? Human saints attacking the Primordial Heaven? Is this reasonable?"

"How should I know? I'm not human." Silver Moonlight whispered a few words, then lowered his head and followed the large group forward, while steadily controlling his position to make sure he was in a position close to the front but not in the first row where he would be killed by a shot from the Chaos Xuanhuang Cannon.

Seeing this, Snowd had no choice but to pull another high-level saint.

After all, he had seen Saint Snowd, the main god in the new era, but he had never seen this person.

"Brother, who are you? Where are you from? When did you die? Where did you die?"

Seeing this, the saint who was stopped by Snowd said helplessly: "Fire Tyrant, wake up, I am Diablo, the God of Terror, remember?"

"Eh? Oh! I remember now! You were the one who picked a fight with that adult and got knocked to the ground, right? I remember you. No trace of you appeared after the Eternal Night. You didn't even participate in the Battle of Creation. I thought you died in the Eternal Night!"

"Wake up! I woke up and returned to the team after the Battle of Creation!" The God of Terror roared, "I have been cultivating in my kingdom of God for these years! I was notified by His Majesty Ilúvatar to come to the battle, just below you in the seventeenth heaven, many of his men are here! Are you blind?!"

"Oh, no impression."

Diablo wanted to slap Snod twice. He really couldn't understand how this guy became a high-level saint. Moreover, judging from the strength of his Tao rhyme, Snod was not a little bit weaker than him. He, Diablo, was already a high-level saint who had mastered part of the origin of fear and was only one step away from becoming an innate saint. If it weren't for an extremely powerful original force that suppressed the origin of fear three thousand years ago, Diablo would be an innate saint now. In other words, Diablo's battlefield would be on the twentieth heaven.

"Go and have fun by yourself. I have to go."

After being left behind by Diablo, Snod did not follow the main force upwards.

As a good dog, Snowd knew very well not to cause trouble for his master, so Snowd would never go to the thirty-third heaven, nor would he act rashly when the situation was unclear.

After Snowd stopped another beginner saint, the other party said: "I know you, the famous Fire Tyrant, who was slapped by that adult."

"Yes, yes, that's me! I've been promoted from a dog to a mount!"

(End of this chapter)