The woman asked: "Master God King, I have one last question."
"If there are tens of millions of people in the dream and they reach the ninth level of heavenly tribulation, will it be a huge threat to our God's Domain?"
"If they escaped from the dream and came to the real world, wouldn't they become the greatest enemy of our Protoss."
The old man looked at the man, smiled and said, "God of Taoism, this question is for you to answer."
The man said: "If there is really a divine envoy who invades the dream of that human being and helps the person in the dream to improve, then the premise is that he must collect the Dao heart of every human being who has been gifted with a divine rank."
"Whether it's tens of millions or hundreds of millions, as long as their Dao heart is broken, they will lose all their power, and it's not worth mentioning."
The woman wondered: "How can the person in the dream submit?"
The man smiled mysteriously. He raised a finger and said, "Temptation."
"The human race is despicable. They have one of the biggest flaws that our god race does not have, and that is greed."
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Dreamland, second-class plane, five continents.
Canglan Continent, Haoran Sect.
The green hills are majestic and the green trees are lush.
Two people were circling up the bluestone steps, and on the top of the mountain was the famous Haoran Hall.
Of these two people, one looked unbelievably handsome with pointed ears, and the other was an unkempt old man.
The old man's sleeves were dirty, his hair was messy, and he was not particular about his clothes. He was wearing a loose and greasy khaki gown on his upper body, and a pair of oil-green bloomers underneath. This kind of attire looked nondescript and quite funny.
The old man looked very humble, he was always half a step behind the man with the sharp ears, followed cautiously, bent his body, and acted like he was obedient.
"My God." The little old man swallowed, looked around in a little panic, and said: "The little old man is just a lowly generation of the third-class plane."
"However, this is a high-ranking second-class plane. In my heart..."
The man with the pointed ears smiled and said, "Why, are you scared?"
The old man was ashamed and said: "There are many masters in the second plane, and I am afraid that there are no less than a dozen strong ones in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm. Such a noble place, the little old man dare not even have the slightest idea of exaggeration in his dreams."
The man with the pointed ears laughed and said: "I'm afraid you are used to being bullied, and you see the level of that plane so seriously, you must know that now you are blessed by me with a god-level talent, not to mention the second-level plane, it is the second-class plane." The world of the Six Emperors is still there, and you can run rampant without hindrance."
That's what he said, but obviously the awe of the higher planes had already penetrated into the bone marrow of the old man. He still couldn't straighten his back, and he seemed quite flustered.
"What state are you in now?" the man with pointed ears asked.
The old man hurriedly said: "My God, I am the only one in our plane who has stepped into the Heavenly Tribulation Realm. I have lived for 2,600 years, and I have been cultivating in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm for more than 1,200 years. , and now it is the fifth stage of the heavenly tribulation."
The man with pointed ears nodded and said, "That's enough."
During the conversation, the two had already reached the top of the mountain.
Outside the Haoran Hall, many elders were already waiting, including Shi Beihong, and many exiles from the Six Emperors World who were attending the meeting here.
Among them, there are many top masters of the Seventh and Eighth Heavenly Tribulations. These people were originally the elders of the first-class sects and super sects in the Six Emperors World.
This is the sixth meeting held in Haoranzong after the World War of the Six Emperors. It is a meeting about the plan to relocate and settle down in the Wuzhou Realm for the remaining human and monster races in the Six Emperors World.
At this time, everyone felt that a strong man of the fifth level of heavenly tribulation had entered the sect, so they all came to wait outside the hall of Haoran.
"I don't know who is here." Queen Xuan Snake frowned, and said: "I have seen all the powerful people in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm of the Five Continents, but the aura of this person who is walking up is very strange. Doesn't it belong to the Five Continents?"
Huangpu Haiwang frowned and said: "I'm afraid the visitors are not kind. They neither informed nor applied for admission to the sect, so they just walked in like that."
"What are you afraid of!" Dragon Valley Monster Clan, a middle-aged man from the Volcanic Sub-Dragon Group shouted loudly: "The Six Emperors World has been destroyed, and now, the most powerful warriors in the world are basically here."
"Do you still care about the failure of a little martial artist with the fifth level of heavenly tribulation, and he will be cleaned up in minutes."
When I said this, there was a burst of clapping on the steps of the mountain road.
"Okay, okay, you are indeed a master who has experienced the battle of destroying the world, and his courage is indeed extraordinary."
Everyone looked in the direction and saw the man with the pointed ears and the old man walking up.
Shi Beihong clasped his fists, went forward to meet the old man, and said to the old man: "The Elder of the Haoran Sect, Shi Beihong, I don't know how to address you."
The old man didn't answer Shi Beihong's questions at all, as soon as he came up, and as soon as he saw so many masters, he was already frightened and shivering all over.
The Seven Monarchs of the Monster Clan, the Supreme Black Snake, the Supreme Fire Dragon, the Supreme Sky Kun and so on.
Dragon Valley Monster Clan, Volcanic Dragon Clan, Mountain Dragon Clan, Iron Blood Zerg Clan and so on.
In the world of the Six Emperors, super sects, first-class sects, and many elders.
Domineering and sharp gazes scorned the old man fiercely.
The old man in ragged clothes was so frightened that he took a few steps back and almost sat down on the ground.
He is a little third-class plane, a person who has stepped into the Heavenly Tribulation Realm by chance and has practiced alone for thousands of years. He has never seen such a big scene.
Among the many masters present, none of them are well-informed, and they are even big players who have witnessed the battle of annihilating the world with their own eyes.
In contrast, both sides are far from the same level in terms of temperament and self-confidence.
That Shi Beihong frowned slightly, asked again, and said: "Shi Beihong of the Haoran School, may I ask you where you came from and why you came here."
The little old man blushed, babbled, babbled, and couldn't utter a word for a long time.
I was so scared that I couldn't even speak.
Seeing this, Shi Beihong and the others frowned and exchanged glances, feeling bewildered.
Even the man with the pointed ears couldn't help frowning. He looked at the little old man with a helpless expression that the mud couldn't support the wall.
He patted the little old man on the shoulder.
With just this small movement, earth-shaking changes have taken place.
The little old man suddenly gained courage, and suddenly raised his chest high. He pointed at the Haoran Sect people, and cursed dementedly: "You... you you... you group, you are so big... really …”
"You, you bastards!"
As soon as this remark came out, many masters of the Haoran Sect were all furious.
Shi Beihong's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice: "My friend, why did we hurt others for no reason?"
"You didn't issue a notice, didn't make an application, and trespassed on my Haoranzong. We didn't take you down, it was because of your advanced age, we gave you a little face!"
The little old man was afraid, frightened, and angry. He lowered his head and muttered to himself, constantly muttering: "With my god by my side, what am I afraid of? With my god by my side, I can do nothing." do not be afraid."
"Yes, what am I afraid of, I am not afraid of anything."
Having said that, he suddenly raised his head, pointed at Shi Beihong and said, "Bastard!"
Fear, low self-esteem to the extreme, is anger. But this time, even the man with the pointed ears didn't know what the little old man was talking about.