this infinite world

——Outside the real world, in the void of the universe.

At this moment, four demon gods were standing in the four directions of east, west, south and north. The east side showed countless illusions of men and women making love, which made people feel hot and intoxicated; the space on the west side was boiling and active, showing countless green soups, just like the vortex of creation when life was born; the phantom of a bloody giant on the south side was boiling with arrogance, and the bloody fighting spirit filled the sky, as if it wanted to burn everything; the space on the north side was completely covered by the blue crystal mist that spanned countless dimensions and changed constantly, and countless magic runes were faintly flashing in it, which was extremely mysterious...

The holy way is glorious, and the singing voice is endless!
Looking down from a high place, the four Chaos Gods, who spanned the sky and earth and whose heights were countless billions of miles, watched the war happening inside the universe sealed in the boundary membrane like looking at a glass bead in their palms. Even though their Chaos God Chosen Army fell one after another like wheat being cut under the siege of the Samsara Squad, there was still no trace of pity in the eyes of these four Demon Gods...

...No, on the contrary, it is the color called "joy".

The strong prey on the weak, this is the main theme of all races since the ancient times. If you can beat them, fight, if you can't beat them, die, it's that simple.

Of course, everyone knows that the war maniacs who fought under the law of the jungle cannot be compared with the talents cultivated in the mature extraordinary education system, but the myriad races in the prehistoric world have no choice... They were driven out of the prehistoric world by the human race and have long lost their former status. They cannot have countless cultivation knowledge to learn like the prehistoric human race; and the quality of the saint legion they formed is naturally only so-so.

This is the difference between the foundation of all races and the human race.

After all, even if the Central World Buddha is not Zheng Zha's opponent, he is also a veteran saint in the prehistoric heaven and the fourth figure in Buddhism. Whether it is the resources in his hands, the planes under his command, or his own strength, he is not comparable to the Four Chaos Gods of the prehistoric races.

But correspondingly, the Saint Corps under the Chaos Four Gods also has its advantages, that is, they do not feel sorry for their deaths. After all, the Saint Corps of the Central Weishi Buddha was carefully selected by him. If the casualties exceed a certain level, then the fate will be linked, and the lives of other members of the Corps will also be in danger.

But the Chosen Legion of the Four Chaos Gods is different. Although it is called the Saint Legion, in fact, most of them are "consumables" created by their own power. The disadvantage is that they cannot provide them with a considerable degree of assistance, let alone display great magical powers like "Buddha Kingdom in the Palm"; but the advantage is that it is not difficult to create, and it is not painful to consume.

Anyway, it was just an energy infusion, forcibly raising the realm, and using force to suppress others. Which saint couldn't raise his subordinates to the fourth level? These Chaos Gods named them "Legions", but in fact most of them were just high-level cannon fodder. If not, they wouldn't be slaughtered like pigs and dogs by the fourth-level high-level Yue Han and Kuilena.

"——It's beautiful."

Watching the war within the world, Slaanesh, the youngest of the Four Chaos Gods and the least experienced as a junior saint, spoke first.

Slaanesh's form in the real world is a male and female evil god who is extremely beautiful and evil, and looks like an elf. He seems to represent all the desires in the world, and everyone can see what they desire in him. Her eyes fell from a very high distance and locked onto Quirina's body, her eyes full of appreciation and love: "You are worthy of being able to attract my attention in the vast universe when you were still weak."

Human evil is human love. Just like war and courage, plague and life, conspiracy and wisdom, Slaanesh, who can be said to be the embodiment of "desire", also has a side that appreciates beauty... and at the very beginning, she was the first to bless Quirina and usher her into her own path.

At this moment, looking at the girl dancing with a sword beside Yu Yuehan, who seemed to say nothing but seemed to have hidden all the words she wanted to say in that beautiful dance, Slaanesh's eyes were full of satisfaction: "The seeds planted long ago have finally bloomed into a beautiful poppy flower..."

"I can't wait to have her under my wing again."

"What a shame...it seems she rejected my gift and chose another path."

After Slaanesh, Nurgle spoke next. He was a bloated, obese god, covered with herpes and tumors, ugly, filthy, and sick to the extreme, but he seemed extremely kind. At this moment, on his bloated, rotten, green body, it seemed that countless strange "lives" were being born every moment...

...If those indescribable creatures can still be called "life".

Nurgle, the demon god who symbolizes decay and decline, and rules over disease and plague, also represents the desire of all living things to live forever. Creatures infected with the plague he releases will suffer eternal pain in the disease, but they will not die, but will gain a morbid state of invariance.

This Chaos Evil God, who was called "the kind father" in some legends, did not look at Quilena, but smiled as he watched Yue Han swinging his sword to slay the demon.

Although their bodies are completely different, and their temperaments are even more different, outsiders can still hear a hint of "care" in the tone of this indescribable evil god, just like a smiling Maitreya Buddha. There is no problem that can stump him: "However, this can also be regarded as a choice of life..."

"weak!"

Before Nurgle could finish his words, they were interrupted by a murderous snort.

The being who made the sound was Khorne, the most violent of the four Chaos Gods. At this moment, this dog-headed evil god with blood-red skin, armor, and demonic horns was sitting on the skull throne of the brass castle in the center of the bloody sea and the doomsday battlefield. In his hand, he tightly grasped a pitch-black giant axe made of fragments of the destroyed universe, and his fingertips were constantly grinding on the axe blade: "Such a weak way of killing is like a lone wolf that has been domesticated as a house dog-"

Just when Khorne was growing dissatisfied with Yue Han's way of killing, he saw Yue Han retracting his sword, and then he slashed out with the "Twelve Swords of Xuan Yin" that he had already perfected. Suddenly, the boundless sword intent was like a tide that engulfed everything, sweeping up the Chaos God's Chosen Legion in front of him and wiping them all out!

"...This method of killing is quite interesting."

Seeing this, Khorne snorted again. Although it was an affirmative statement, there was more anger in his words, and the fingers stroking the axe blade also accelerated suddenly. It was as if this evil god who held the power of war and killing wished he could personally go down and fight Yue Han.

"It seems that you already have the answer in your heart."

Seeing Khorne's actions, Nurgle said with a smile: "This future commander of the Legion of Saints has no other choice."

"So what?" Two streams of blood-red air spurted out of Khorne's nostrils. The most tyrannical and aggressive evil god held the giant axe, slowly stood up from the skull throne, and glared at Nurgle on the other side: "Are you going to compete with me for it?"

It looked like if Nurgle's answer was not to his liking, Khorne would chop him down with an axe on the spot and kill him.

"Of course not."

Facing Khorne's provocation, Nurgle replied with a smile: "After all, life will always find its own way out."

Hearing this, Khorne snorted heavily again. It was unknown whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with Nurgle's answer, but the other party's choice to give in made him feel like he had punched cotton, unable to get angry.

So, Khorne had to move his wrists and looked with his red bull eyes at the last Chaos God who was hidden in the blue mist and had not spoken since the beginning: "Tzeentch, how long will you take, bastard?"

"It will probably take some time."

From the ever-changing blue crystal mist, a voice came: "The entanglement between cause and effect has not yet been completely anchored; and it is also a difficult task for my legion to open a subspace rift large enough for us to pass through..."

"Then hurry up! Don't be so evasive and say nonsense!"

How could Khorne tolerate Tzeentch? It was as if the anger that had been accumulated for a long time had finally found an outlet. Before the other party could finish speaking, the Chaos God immediately raised the giant axe in his hand and chopped it down!
Although countless magic runes in the mist lit up, how could they resist this huge axe that could shatter space and explode stars? Just as the huge axe was about to fall, a deep blue light suddenly lit up in the void.

It was an ever-changing array of colorful lights and strange flames, a combination of a thousand eyes, a thousand arms, a thousand mouths and tongues, and also a giant bird that symbolized wisdom. But the image that finally appeared in the material world was a Taoist in green with wings on his back and extra eyes and tongues growing all over his body from time to time.

Transformed into Xuanjun!

At that time in the world of Chinese Paladin, one of the incarnations used by Tzeentch to fight Non-Face!

The Taoist in green quickly carved runes with one hand. Facing the sudden giant axe, the countless blue mists suddenly turned into a group of illusory things that were powerless and did not exist in this world at all. The axe went through them directly and landed in the empty space...

"…You are always so impatient."

After dodging the axe, the blue mist immediately returned to its original appearance. The Transformation Master Xuan, who was present in the middle of it, shook his head, with a helpless expression on his face, just like an ordinary human: "You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry... In order to ensure that everything is safe, I must make all the preparations."

"You know, I spent a lot of effort to find the traces of these members of the Samsara Team this time... You don't want to rashly step into this plane with your true body, causing the plane to be unable to bear your holy way, thus causing the plane to be annihilated, causing the 'Lord' to hide in the darkness of the multiverse again, right?"

Hearing this, Khorne snorted and did not reply, but he also put down the giant axe in his hand and temporarily suppressed the extremely crazy murderous intent in his heart.

Just like what Jianqi said, unless it is a high-magic universe plane like the Legend of Sword and Fairy, it is impossible for primary saints to force their way into the plane with their real bodies... Of course, this is not because they are afraid of the so-called world will, but because if they enter with their real bodies, the Holy Way will definitely blow up the plane alive, causing the plane to be annihilated.

In today's troubled times when the multiverse is in chaos, if the trace of the "Lord God" is lost, it will not only bring endless troubles, but if the cause and effect are left behind, it will make things difficult for others in the future. For these four junior saints who have been searching for a long time and finally caught the clues of the Lord God's space through the entanglement of cause and effect, it will be more painful than killing them.

"Oh, Tzeentch, you are becoming more and more cautious."

Just as Khorne had stopped talking, Slaanesh spoke again. The androgynous god looked at Tzeentch's incarnation and sneered, "Even at this moment, you are unwilling to let your true body descend here?"

It can be seen that Tzeentch likes this incarnation very much, otherwise he would not have used this incarnation to attend the meeting under such circumstances; but for the other three evil gods, this behavior has several different meanings.

Since obtaining this incarnation, Tzeentch has appeared in front of people with this body all the time, but no one knows where his original body has gone. Even the other three evil gods have not seen it for a long time... Although they know that Tzeentch did this out of consideration for his own life and it is also his usual style, this behavior still makes others feel uneasy.

Even though Khorne didn't use his full strength just now, judging from the fact that this incarnation named "The Metamorphosis" was able to block the axe so easily, this incarnation can at least unleash 70% of Tzeentch's strength, which is more than enough in most cases.

After all, for the "primary saint" level, unless they are geniuses who practice with both immortals and saints, or old-fashioned primary saints who are also well-known in the multiverse, it is actually difficult to open up a fundamental gap in everyone's strength, and the Transformed Xuanjun belongs to this level.
The kind that is not as good as the best but better than the worst...

If he encounters an immortal from the Primordial Heaven, this incarnation possesses 70% of Jianqi's strength, and can handle it easily and have the upper hand; and if he encounters a junior saint from the Primordial Heaven, he can also delay the enemy and escape without any pressure... So the other three evil gods mostly turned a blind eye before, but today, on such an important occasion, Jianqi still showed up as an incarnation, which makes people think a lot.

"Nothing can be done about it. Better safe than sorry."

Hearing Slaanesh's words, a vivid look of helplessness appeared on the face of Xuanjun, which reflected his own hard work vividly: "After all, most of the time you only need to fight in the front..."

"But, as someone who is in charge of logistics and planning, I have to consider a lot more things." (End of this chapter)