Chapter 36 is just a fart

Chapter 36 is a fart

Almost at the moment when the three ancient martial artists knelt down, the thousands of ancient warriors sitting in their seats in all directions in the square seemed to have been hit by the thunder. They hurriedly turned down on the ground and knelt down, kowtowed desperately, and their heads were not raised for a long time.

Under the leadership of the three directors, they sang in a solemn tone: "The God of Creation gave us eyes, let us look down on heaven and earth like eagles; the God of Creation gave us legs, let us climb over the mountains to drive away tigers and wolves; God of Creation gave us hands to plant food to protect our homes; God of Creation gave us Our good wishes allow us to cross the endless disasters and ice and snow and follow to the edge of the sky..."

This is a universal hymn to praise the Creator God. Every critical human, even a blood crow and every beast who knows the language, will recite it. The flame on the altar is also standing straight like a pillar at this moment, and the sound of Bi Bo, which kept ringing in the wind, stopped, as if to pay tribute to the Creator God.

On the whole field, only Su Yong and Zi Yimu, who were at a loss, stood on the spot. Their eyes were dull, and they were at a loss at this moment.

They tried their best to look at the sky, but there were only stars in the sky; they felt around with their facial features, but there was only the breeze around them. They couldn't see the Creator, but felt that there was a huge hand fiddling with the whole earth in the underworld. So the wheel of troubled times began to operate here, and hundreds of millions of creatures were involuntarily. In every stare of the Creator, countless disasters, blood and tears, as well as fire and water, surged up on this land...

"Well, I'm just the creator of Ningyun Binglan Continent. I can't control the Magic Wolf Continent. You don't have to do these tedious etiquette." The empty and distant voice passed down from the gray sky with a faint mockery: "But what's the use of singing hymns? Can you do it? Have you ever thought about guarding your home and taking care of your family?

Those ancient warriors and pointed ears did not dare to breathe. They just kowtowed desperately and smashed their pale foreheads on the hard bluestone floor with a crisp sound, until a bright red still did not dare to stop.

"He's right. You people will only be the ashes after the flames that burn the world, and you can't be heroes to save the world."

In the mouth of the Creator, he should refer to Su Yong.

Su Yong was full of excitement at this moment. His whole body trembled happily, but he forgot what to say. He couldn't help but straighten his chest, and his eyes were hot in the sky, just like when he returned to Yanlong Jingshi after winning the battle.

No, he is far more excited than before, and his mood at this moment is indescribable. In the past, he was rewarded by the emperor. And now, it is God.

This is a star king who shocked him far more than the moon god. He didn't know why there was such a ridiculous comparison in his mind, but he stubbornly made this positioning in his heart. He never felt the pressure of the other party, but he knew that the other party existed, and it was thousands of times more powerful than the moon god.

He doesn't know how many years the Creator has lived, or whether he was the ancestor of the flood when Ningyun Binglan Continent was born, but he knew that this terrible existence was in front of him at this moment, although he could not see it.

"There is no creation god in the Wolf Continent, so we all believe in the creation god of the nearest Ningyun Binglan Continent, which is the highest god in our hearts." Ziyu's solemn face was like a priest. He recited in an unprecedented loud tone: "All the people of the magic wolf continent must also think so."

"Of course, of course. The Creator God is the supreme god believed in by our demon wolf continent. Rove, the owner of Moro City, answered in a hurry.

In fact, except for everyone in the field, on the street outside the wall, on the land outside the street, as long as there is a place of life, no one is not crawling on the ground and kneeling, singing the hymn in a low voice. Although the song did not float up the sky, it sounded in every corner of the earth.

The empty voice of the Creator suddenly laughed: "Okay, it's okay for the people of the Devil Wolf Continent to kneel down and worship me, but you also say so from the other four developed planets. Aren't you afraid that they have a problem with Tuotian, Suohe, Prisoner and Futu?"

"This..." Ziyu was stunned for a moment, but Feiyu next to him quickly answered on his behalf, "Since we are here, we might as well follow the local customs. The awesome supreme god will not blame us."

It turned out that the other star kings were called Tuo Tian, Suo He and other names, but I don't know the name of the creator god of this Ningyun Binglan Continent. Su Yong's heart jumped, and his narrowed eyes couldn't help looking at the towering superstars in the sky again, thinking which one they guarded.

"Sure enough, it's a group of forgetful guys... Have you forgotten the original origin of your ancient warriors?"

All the ancient martial artists present were at a loss, but the three directors blushed and thickened their necks.

"Because... because there is no powerful god on the earth, we... entrust the great grace of all the creation gods to find a way to live." The fish suddenly smashed his head again: "Tens of thousands of years have passed. If Lord Creator didn't say anything, he would have forgotten it. We have no two hearts in the critical world, and we beg the Creator to witness it.

Three gray-haired ancient martial arts directors kowtowed like garlic at the same time, but the thousands of ancient martial artists who were still in the dark were at a loss with red eyes, like rabbits to be caught and killed.

It was also at this moment that they learned about this matter from the three elders. They also thought that they were already critical residents, but the number of races was a little less. They can't figure out why their parents don't tell themselves, and don't even know them?

The shocking voice of the director of the ancient martial artist made Su Yong and Ziyi stunned in the local area, instantly like a statue etched by wind and frost.

This sentence not only engraved their bodies and movements, but also scratched their soft hearts little by little, almost making them feel so painful that they were bleeding.

If they stay, they will go crazy. They couldn't think of an answer, but at this moment, they were suddenly said by the ugly guy they despised the most.

The ancient martial artist came from the earth, and he is his compatriots? At this moment, he suddenly understood why the sword god in white refused to say.

Because it's a shame. In order to survive, their ancestors stayed away from their hometown, and I'm afraid that they also betrayed the information about the earth. This is a painful past that no one wants to face.

With a muffled sound, Su Yong fell to the ground. His whole body trembled, but his nostrils were bleeding. The purple clothes wiped him with his sleeves in a panic, but the more he wiped, the more he could never finish it.

The God of Creation smiled and didn't say anything. The empty and distant voice was so harsh to Su Yong at this moment.

"Since I forgot, why does anyone still know it? Why does anyone still remember it? Are you really going to forget it completely?

The three directors continued to kowtow desperately, and many ancient martial artists were still dumbfounded.

Su Yong sat up at some point, but his wide eyes looked extremely ignorant.

"But you are different from them."

Su Yong felt that the eyes of the Creator were staring at him, and he couldn't help but get goose bumps all over.

"You are very strange. You are not only not like them, but also not very different from the old bones of our Ningyun Binglan mainland."

Those old bones are estimated to refer to the immortality of the sword god in white and the Fengyan master of Fenglin Kingdom, or more immortal-level ancient warriors.

But the Creator is obviously not interested in knowing a little person like him, but just sighed: "I don't know you're from the critical planet, but it's still our best. Although the magic wolf continent is rich, they all have no bones. The sharp ears are, the dead leaf people are, and even the ancient martial artists..."

The sound is far away, and it will pass on the other side of the sky.

Su Yong on the ground suddenly pushed away the purple clothes and jumped up.

He roared at the sky with all his strength, "What God of Creation, you are just a fart."

For a moment, everyone was stunned, including purple clothes. They were all trembling and waited for a sudden thunderstorm in mid-air to frustrate the bold guy.

Except for the purple clothes on the stage, everyone else rolled and crawled down and walked away, leaving only the pile of flames that were still standing, burning in the brass tripod of the altar, and the straight sun sword inserted in it gradually twisted and seemed to be burned into water.

The huge square is silent, and everyone can clearly hear the soft sound of each firework of the altar.

However, the boundless sky has not echoed for a long time. Just when everyone was relieved and thought that the Creator had gone, suddenly a gust of wind blew a faint and almost inaudible sound.

It was a low sigh, with a little meditation, saying:

"You're right."