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Chapter 1213 Xin Xichen's cold joke

"Kill!"

"My world, my country, our heroes, go kill them!"

"I am filled with pain and tears, and I have traveled back in time. I have been lying dormant for 15 million years. Can you withstand my punch?"

"Hehe, in the past 15 million years, you who were so powerful that they made people despair have become extremely weak in my eyes. You may not know that I have now entered a new stage. Today, I, the Immortal Venerable, will let you have a taste of me. What!? You are also more powerful than me?"

One strong man roared angrily.

Heroes fighting one after another.

Hatred, anger, dreams, and ideals have intertwined countless times, converging into this bloody battlefield.

The entire future war situation is still expanding, one wild history after another is pushed to the front line, and then destroyed one by one.

Newer and stronger unofficial histories also emerged.

The entire era is developing in an extraordinary way. Every second, every minute, every hour, the heaven and earth are changing rapidly, constantly creating new parallel worlds.

Soon, the outbreak began to slow down from its geometric growth.

When the truth about the future was almost discovered and the way of fighting was also figured out by both sides, both sides completely entered a stable period of fighting.

The number of destroyed and reborn strong men on both sides began to remain at a relatively stable level, and the entire battle situation seemed to have turned into an endless battlefield that would exist forever.

And just as the battle was about to begin, the Prehistoric Immortal Lord also convened a meeting of all the Celestial Immortal Lords with an urgent conscription order.

Ning Zheng, who was playing games on Blue Star and had a group of blacksmiths as traitors controlling the Blue Star River area to launch a sneak attack, felt the summons.

"He's calling us." Ning Zheng said lightly.

"It seems that the painter has lived up to everyone's expectations."

Xin Xichen thought for a moment and said, "But we haven't decided the winner yet, let's take the game console over there."

Ning Zheng looked at him, finally nodded and said: Okay.

Soon, the two people came to the seat of the Immortal Lord and found that they were not the last to arrive. The last one to arrive was Jiusui.

He was the only one who hadn't arrived.

With nothing to do while waiting, Ning Zheng and Xin Xichen continued playing games.

Jiumu Xianzun, the gentle and kind mother, was not annoyed. She looked at the two people and said with a smile, "Can you add me?"

"Of course." Ning Zheng answered without hesitation.

Soon, three people started playing a rather primitive controller game on the Immortal Master's seat.

Jiumu Xianzun knew how to play this game in a flash, and performed various amazing operations. "What do you think about the future?"

"The painter is really cruel."

Ning Zheng sighed, "They actually came up with this method. If the future environment wasn't unsuitable for us to come here in person, why would we have to endure this kind of humiliation?"

Xin Xichen also laughed and said, "The painter played with my life. Even in this battle, he drew all kinds of parallel time and space versions of me. There was even a me wearing women's clothes, loving to dance, and all kinds of weird things. I will remember this grudge!"

These words were spoken with gnashing teeth and indeed did not sound like a lie.

But Ning Zheng would not say it, as painters generally do not have such a bad taste. It was probably done by the painters Ye Di, Su Yu Niang and others over there.

Those stupid blacksmiths are all mentally disturbed and like to play some tricks.

soon.

A shadow fell from the sky, and Jiusui also arrived and sat down at the table in person.

Ning Zheng glanced at Jiu Sui, who had no expression on her face, and thought to herself that this person was really cool. He disappeared day after day and was not sociable. I wonder what he was doing behind the scenes.

Everyone is seated and the immortals are ready.

The Immortal Lord of Time spoke first, "Everyone, there are only two seats left in the whole world, Good Fortune and Auspiciousness, but they are already monopolized by people from the future. What do you think?"

Ning Zheng didn't say anything.

Instead, Xin Xichen said, "Those two lords will have to wait until the future to prove that I have no countermeasures, but I do have a good idea of what they want to do."

"What to do?" Lunmu Immortal Master couldn't help but ask.

"They want to drain our resources and dry up the upstream."

Xin Xichen showed a trace of fear and said, "If the riverbed is drained, it will definitely leave us with a fist-sized puddle for us to live in."

"We are all Celestial Immortals. The power we control is ultimately determined by the size of the universe."

"At that time, our world was only the size of a fist, and we were all little ant immortals in it."

"The painters will definitely put us immortals in a fist-sized crystal ball world of the past, for exhibition, viewing, and teasing."

"They even let us line up and dance together."

“This historical museum will surely become one of the monuments in the history books of the years, attracting a large number of tourists, who will collect admission tickets every day to watch us, the Celestial Immortals, dancing passionately.”

"If we don't jump, he will whip us with all kinds of whips. Although we are part of the heaven and earth and will not die, when the heaven and earth are reduced to the size of a palm, we can only silently endure the whipping."

“In the end, I was so miserable that I could only dance in silence.”

Xin Xichen is indeed a malicious person, and just like the painter, he is a bad person.

After these words were spoken, all the immortals fell silent.

They used to laugh at bottled water, but now they understand bottled water. Will they become bottled water in the future?
The immortals all showed extremely ugly expressions, as if they had eaten a large lump of food.

Ning Zheng was also laughing like crazy in her heart.

This Xin Xichen used to be a priest in Xirong. He got along well with the blacksmiths and already had some of their vicious villain temperament.

"What do you think about dancing, Immortal Master Pingcun?" Seeing that no one was speaking, Ning Zheng looked at the boy Pingcun who was serving tea and water nearby.

Pingcunxianzun: "My lord, I am not worthy to express my opinion."

He was no longer in the future, he had fled here before.

It's considered political asylum.

But who would have thought that his mortal enemy, the owner of Xirong Manor, realized his lifelong dream here: becoming the Celestial Immortal.

He still has to stay here and endure the ridicule!

There is no place in the world for his bottle!

If I had known that you Xirong were so powerful and were secretly preparing to become the Celestial Immortal, why didn't you show up earlier? How dare I provoke you?
The Immortal Master Pingcun turned into a bitter gourd.

But at this moment, a trace of malice also arose in his heart.

Before, all the immortals in the world mocked me and called me a disgrace to the immortals.

But if the past shrinks, the area will be reduced, and the entire past will only be a fist-sized puddle, which will become a crystal ball, and a bunch of immortals will be visited inside.
Can't I lead the dance?
I will lead you to dance and perform Xirong's script of pole dancing, and see if they dare to mock me.

Pingcun Immortal Venerable was constantly speculating maliciously in his heart, but the next second he suddenly disappeared from the spot, was wiped out in an instant, and met eternal death.

"I took you in with good intentions, but I harbor evil intentions." The Immortal Lord of Life sneered.

(End of this chapter)