The master of war is in charge of the world. He longs for war and wants to start a war that will affect the whole world, so that the war will go from the coldest Beiming Icefield to the hottest southern mountains, from humble mortals, to noble gods, from the most backward tribes, to the most prosperous country.

He had a premonition that as long as there was a war that affected the entire world, no matter whether he was victorious or defeated in the final outcome, as long as this war appeared, he would be sure to break through the existing obstacles and reach a higher level. That was true immortality, and from then on he would be with war. As long as there was war in the world, he would not perish.

The torrent of war is boiling, inciting him to provoke a war. As long as this war is alive, he will become the eternal king of war.

This was an incomparable temptation, but he forced to suppress this impulse. It is undoubtedly very irrational to provoke a war now. The kingdom of God and the power of God will definitely suppress him before he starts this war.

Therefore, he needs an allies. If an allies are, they need an existence at least in the same capacity as him. In high-level wars, cannon fodder does not have much significance.

He wants to overturn the throne of God, and then no matter who reaches the top in the end, he can lead to a higher realm, that immortal realm.

Although the power of incense faith is huge, he can feel that his position is not eternal. If someone can eradicate his faith and cut off all traces of him, then there is no way to talk about faith, and he may not live long.

What is even more frightening is that he can sense that the power of God is constantly rising up in his sleep, as if he is moving to a higher realm.

The gods do not need a supreme emperor, and no one can take them away. This is his and the common idea of ​​several other gods.

Looking at the sword light in his palm that was like a swimming fish, he gently pinched it and found that it had cut a small mouth in his palm. A drop of golden blood dripped low, and he was even more interested.

Knife, gun, sword, halberd, stick... Countless weapons were displayed on a piece of yellow sand. The phantom of a sword was slowly condensed, and it turned from projection into reality. However, before the condensation was about to be completed, the sword suddenly shattered into a pool of sand and stones, without any slight light or power.

"I am the lord of hundreds of soldiers, and there are weapons outside my control. This is even more interesting." The clear light like water condensed in his eyes, and the Xuanhei divine robe Wufeng automatically. Although this is not an isolated case, it is enough to surprise him.

"Perhaps, he has this potential to catch up with us."

Some gods have incomplete understanding of the laws of the law and are not well-versed enough to continue to advance. It seems that this new god has this potential.

As for the so-called totem sacrifices under the red air, in his opinion, they cannot be called gods.

However, potential is only potential after all. If you cannot convert potential into strength, it will be useless. Now, it is still too weak.

With just a thought, the wound on the palm of your hand heals quickly. This kind of power is sufficiently brilliant, but its power is far from enough!

"I hope you don't let me down!" He smiled softly, put it aside, and continued to appreciate the eternal war in the divine realm. After the death of the devout believers in the mortal world, he would ascend to his kingdom and engage in an endless war.

The original birth of the heroic spirit does not have the concept of death in the Kingdom of God. Even if he dies in war, he can still be reborn from the land.

As for the blood sacrifice, endless wars are enough to fill the gap in his power. Although the soul is sweet, it has deep consequences.

But this eternal war after death is not an eternal war hell for these warriors?

"Master of the Soldier?" Pei Ziqing pondered without saying a word, sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed, separating the connection with the outside world. Thousands of seal scripts lit up one by one like stars. The prohibition brakes arranged earlier were isolated from time and space. After ensuring absolute safety, he took out a little black air from the treasure mirror and silently thought about the master of the gaze.

A little black gas was fixed by the mirror light, which was a little essence taken out of that gaze, and the Soldier Master did not notice anything during the whole process.

The war was killed and the law had Yuan Ling. At that time, the essence that he saw through his eyes was almost suppressed, so he couldn't breathe, far higher than he is now. Thinking of the vast power, the pride and complacency that had just risen in his heart disappeared in front of this power.

Majesty, killing, coldness... This is the essence he realized from that gaze. It is the embodiment of war engraved between heaven and earth, and the embodiment of war.

If he didn't feel enough and didn't know this gaze, he might not feel anything. But if he realized it, he would understand the horror under the dullness.

This is nothing in essence, but if you become an enemy in the future, you will have room for action.

Witchcraft, the art of disgust, and the method of cursing can at least greatly damage his vitality.

If the enemy does not offend me, I will not offend others. But I cannot be without vigilance.

If he becomes an enemy in the future, he will not be stingy with killing.

At this time, Pei Ziqing remembered the gaze he had just peeped at. The sword energy was just a warning. If he was still ignorant, he would not have to mercy.

However, now we need to celebrate the achievement of the Yang God, so it is better to use these totems as gifts.

Of course, I’m not in a hurry yet, so let yourself relax a little.

After struggling for so long, I thought I was already strong? I saw something stronger.

A little depressed. Pei Ziqing looked at the cloud bed in front of him and suddenly had the urge to sleep.

"How long has it been since I've been sleeping once?" It seems that since I started practicing Taoism and being able to practice Qi and meditate instead of sleep, he has never slept again. Moreover, this can increase his skills to save time and increase his cultivation level by learning other things like alchemy and formations.

Later, I couldn't rest for the sake of the sect, so the time for meditation at night became even more valuable.

After coming to this world, I was also trembling and walking on thin ice. I didn’t dare to relax at all times and supervised all the steps.

Some people are so stupid that they teach them how to do it, but the result is still not good.

Could it be that my professors’ disciples are not good at their level? No, they must be that they are too stupid.

Now, there is nothing I need to pay attention to. Everything goes as planned.

Then I'll take a little sleep.

Just a sleep will not last much.

Tomorrow is a new day.

Thinking of this, Pei Ziqing sat on the cloud bed and fell down, without having to untied his clothes and fell asleep like this.

His frowning brows were loosened a little bit, quiet and peaceful, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep not long after.

Maybe it's because he's too tired.

The True Lord of Yangshen has long been able to avoid the cold and heat, so he will naturally not get sick.
Chapter completed!