If you were asked to conquer immortality, you would just kill your way through?

The God of History sat upright on the suspended throne, looking down from above like a god in the sky, overlooking all living beings, causing many people from the Yuhua Sect to tremble. Finally, his gaze fell on Chen Zheng, and he told him to kneel down.

Hua Tiandu, who was kneeling in front of Chen Zheng, regained his composure after hearing this. He stared at Chen Zheng and grinned, "Lord Jianshi Shenzun is a virtual immortal. No one can disobey his orders. You are finished."

The God of Chariot pointed at Chen Zheng's nose and roared viciously: "Boy, quickly kneel down and crawl in front of the God of History to confess your sins!"

His son, Cheyuan Shenzi, had been killed by Chen Zheng underground at Fengmo Ridge, and he had long hated him to the core.

The Purple Moon God Emperor pointed his crescent-shaped purple scepter at Chen Zheng and shouted, "Kneel down before the great History-Seeking God. This is your only chance to survive!"

Even the God Emperor Dou Mu, who was imprisoned in a flat space by Chen Zheng, was clamoring for Chen Zheng to kneel down and repent for his crime of obstructing the great cause of the gods.

At this moment, Chen Zheng was the only one being pointed at by thousands of people.

No, it wasn't just one person. Fang Qingxue, who was standing on the City of Thunder, said nothing and directly aimed the Immortal Ancient Thunder Cannon at the God of History in the sky, ready to fire at any time.

Although many high-ranking officials of the Yuhua Sect were afraid of the God of History, they injected their magical powers into the Yuhua Palace without caring about their lives, and were ready to stand with Chen Zheng if he refused to kneel and fought fiercely with the God of History.

The atmosphere in the field was extremely solemn.

"Haha." Chen Zheng suddenly laughed, and his laugh was very playful.

Hua Tian was startled, frowned and asked loudly: "What are you laughing at?"

She really didn't like Chen Zheng's nonchalant look, which gave her a bad feeling.

Emperor Ziyue and others were also stunned. They frowned and stared at Chen Zheng. They didn't understand why the other party could still laugh at this time.

Aren’t you afraid that the God of History will get angry and kill you with a single move, reducing you to ashes?
Chen Zheng shrugged and asked Hua Tiandu, "You idiots are so shameless and want to make me kneel down. Isn't this funny?"

"What did you say?" Hua Tiandu almost thought there was something wrong with his ears.

"Boy, who are you calling a fool? Explain yourself clearly to me!" The God Emperor Chariot Yuan and the God Emperor Purple Moon roared loudly and were furious.

The eyes of the God of History on the throne above suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Chen Zheng with murderous intent.

The gods are so noble! They are the greatest and most sacred race in the world. They are destined to enslave all races in the heavens and rule everything. Now they are being insulted by Chen Zheng?

"Why, you're still not convinced?"

Chen Zheng glanced at everyone calmly and said lightly, "When I said you are a bunch of idiots, I was actually flattering you. In fact, this so-called Jianshi Shenzun is just a pile of shit in the secular toilet, it stinks, and you are the maggots crawling on this pile of shit."

As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Tian Xing, Lin Feiyan and others in the Yuhua Palace were stunned. They seemed unable to imagine that the dignified Chen Xianzun, the greatest legend of the Xuanhuang World in ancient and modern times, would say such vulgar words.

“Dad, you’re awesome!”

The little girl Chan Nannan appeared in the City of Thunder, holding Fang Qingxue's hand and cheering, jumping three feet high, as if she had won a battle.

Fang Qingxue looked at Chen Zheng with eyes full of appreciation, as if she thought what he said was very good, very good.

The faces of the Purple Moon God Emperor and the Chariot God Emperor suddenly turned pale, and then their faces were flushed with blood, and the blue veins on their foreheads bulged out.

Boom!

The God of History suddenly stood up from the throne, his eyes were grim, reflecting the figure of Chen Zheng below, revealing a murderous intent that shook the vast universe, causing the sun, moon and stars to fall, and making everyone unable to stop trembling in fear.

In ancient times, he was one of the gods who invaded the Xuanhuang World. He slaughtered countless ancient Qi-refining practitioners and even saw from afar the majestic figures of the Three Sovereigns of Ancient Times and the seven unparalleled God Emperors of the God Clan besieging and killing the Immortal Pan Wu.

Later, the invasion failed, and he retreated back to the realm of gods with the remaining remnants of the gods, and has survived to this day.

He has lived for millions of years, witnessed the glory and decline of the ancient Xuanhuang world, and experienced the vast history. That is why he is called the God of History.

However, he had never seen anyone as arrogant as Chen Zheng, and he had no idea what kind of person he was.

"Ants blaspheme, death penalty!"

The God of History was angry, and he walked down from the sky step by step towards Chen Zheng, like a ferocious god walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. His tragic aura was like the collapse of the sky, covering all directions, and suddenly pressed towards Chen Zheng, wanting to force him to kneel down alive, crush him into a meat patty, and then turn the meat patty into ashes.

"Shit is worthy of being called God? Kneel down."

Faced with strong oppression, Chen Zheng showed no emotion and pointed casually at the God of History.

This god of history who had appraised history trembled all over and could no longer take a step forward. With a thud, he fell to his knees in the void.

“Ha... Lord Jianshi Shenzun is a virtual immortal, a virtual immortal! How could I kneel down to him?” The smile on Hua Tiandu’s face froze.

Originally, when she saw Lord Jianshi attacking Chen Zheng, she became excited and wanted to laugh. However, as soon as a smile appeared on her face, she saw Lord Jianshi kneeling down.

She couldn't laugh anymore.

"No, absolutely impossible!"

"Lord Jianshi Shenzun cannot kneel down!"

The God Emperor Chariot and the God Emperor Purple Moon opened their eyes wide and roared in disbelief.

Gulu!

Everyone in Yuhuamen also found it unbelievable and swallowed hard.

"kill!"

The most unbelievable thing was the God of History, but he reacted very quickly. After a brief shock, he let out a roar that was as powerful as the mountains and rivers, and rushed towards Chen Zheng in a kneeling position, and punched him from above his head.

Boom!

Even though this punch was delivered by the Lord of History who was kneeling, it was still extremely powerful. His divine power was so overwhelming that endless time and space were created and destroyed on his fist, and boundless chaos was derived from it. Chen Zheng was hit as if he was a lone boat floating in the vast ocean, swaying in the wind and rain, and could sink at any time and be doomed.

Everyone who saw this punch felt as if their internal organs were churning, and every inch of their flesh and blood, and even their souls, felt as if they were being stabbed by fine needles. They felt extremely tired, with stars in their eyes, and fell to the ground one after another, fainting.

This punch is so terrifying, it is a supreme skill among the Ancestral Divine Fist, called the Great Dao Sinking. Even the Great Dao will be destroyed by a single punch, let alone humans?
"As expected of a God Clan Immortal, he is three times more powerful than Master Qi."

Chen Zheng was not in a hurry. He created six clones in a lightning speed, and then combined them together to superimpose the power of the clones on the original body. He reached up casually and was the first to arrive. He broke the domineering fist of the God of History, grabbed his neck, and lifted him up in his hand like a chicken.

"You! How can you be so strong? Let me go, you can't suppress me! Ancestral Divine Fist, die!"

The eyes of the God of History were as big as copper bells. He never expected that he could not even escape a single move from Chen Zheng and was captured.

But he was worthy of being a person who had experienced history. After being startled, he reacted again. An evil light flashed in his eyes, as if he was the most evil evil god in the universe. He once again threw a terrible punch, as if the ghost king in the underworld was about to break through the eternal seal, rush out, and bombard Chen Zheng's head.

At the same time, his body twisted and changed, trying to disintegrate and break free from Chen Zheng's hand.

"How dare you dream of escaping from my grasp? Do you think you are a true immortal?"

Chen Zheng sneered, and with the big hand that was pinching the neck of the God of History, he shook the man so hard that he was dizzy. The power of his fist disappeared, and the vast divine power in his body was frozen like ice.

Then, the "Lian" true fire flowed from his hands like magma, wrapping around the God of History and burning fiercely, refining this man so that his whole body was oozing with oil as if he was being grilled.

It is said that because the Buddha in the Buddhist world sits for long periods of time, meditates and chants, a kind of coveted golden oil called Buddha fat is produced in his body.

As long as the monks capture the Buddha and boil his body using a secret method like boiling lard, they can extract this Buddha fat and sell it in the market. Even a drop can fetch a sky-high price.

This is because once this kind of Buddhist fat is ignited, it will produce a peculiar fragrance. When a cultivator smells this fragrance, not only will all the distracting thoughts and demons in his mind disappear, but it will also speed up the cultivation of supernatural powers and magic power, and consolidate the laws of immortality.

Buddha's fat can be said to be a treasure.

Chen Zheng also wanted to see if he could produce oil like Buddha fat from the body of the God of History, so he slowed down the fire and did not kill him instantly.

After all, the God Clan is not inferior to the Buddhist sect. In the future, you can find the God Clan to make oil and sell it for money.

Unfortunately, the oil that came out of the body of the God of History was black oil, as if it had been contaminated, with a strange smell, and was completely useless.

"You're useless." Chen Zheng cursed angrily and added fuel to the fire.

"No, I'm not a waste. I can tell you a huge secret about the son of the God Emperor Tianhuang, Master Huang Xiaoyu. He is the supreme commander of my God Clan's vanguard army's attack on your Xuanhuang World. With the guidance of my God Clan's elders, he has now entered a secret place on the Chaos Continent and found a heavy weapon refined by the Heavenly Monarch. He is trying to seize it. I was originally guarding the gate outside, but was tricked here by the damn beast, the God Emperor Cheyuan, using a mental storm to send a message. I have no grudges against you. As long as you let me go, I will take you to the Chaos Continent to snatch that weapon..."

The God of History begged for mercy in fear, trying to use secrets to save his own life.

He has survived from ancient times to this day, and he has secretly hidden behind others in every battle. It is not easy for him to survive, so naturally he does not want to die.

This time he finally showed some strength, but unexpectedly he hit a wall with Chen Zheng.

Hey!
too difficult.

Unfortunately, Chen Zheng had no intention of letting him go. He stopped talking halfway and had been refined into a pool of liquid by Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng easily absorbed the liquid into his body, and his magic power suddenly surged, reaching the power of 16 million ancient celestial dragons.

The magic power of a cultivator who has just entered the realm of virtual immortality is greater than that of ten million ancient celestial dragons.

Chen Zheng's magic power can finally rival that of Xuxian.

As for the True Immortals, their magical powers far exceed those of the False Immortals, and they have the power of at least forty to fifty million ancient celestial dragons.

Even a powerful true immortal like Linglong Xianzun has magical powers that can reach more than ten million dragons, or ten trillion horses.

If Chen Zheng splits into two clones now and then merges them together, he can reach a level above Ten Thousand Horses, which is not weaker than Linglong Immortal Venerable. This is enough to defeat Taihuangtian alone, and even kill him.

However, if facing the immortals in the secret realm of immortality, he would still be powerless to fight back.

According to rumors, the magical power of the celestial beings is far greater than that of ten million dragons. As for how the celestial beings calculate their magical power, and whether they still use the Xuanhuang Fiery Horse or the ancient celestial dragon, few people know.

Whizzing!

Just as Chen Zheng was refining and absorbing the power of the God of History, the God Emperor Chariot Yuan and the God Emperor Purple Moon had already seen that the situation was not good, and both fled.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them rushed into the deep space of the universe, tearing through space and jumping, each time they could jump a distance of hundreds of thousands of stars.

"what!"

"what!"

Chen Zheng didn't even look at the direction the two men were fleeing. He casually punched the sky twice. Immediately, two shrill screams were heard. Two bloody meat patties fell from the sky and landed in his hands. They were burned by the true fire and turned into ashes.

Not only the two of them, but also the Dou Mu God Emperor was refined by Chen Zheng, and the top-grade Taoist weapon was also taken into Chen Zheng's pocket.

"Everything is over..."

Seeing this scene, Hua Tiandu’s face turned extremely pale. He no longer had the arrogance he had before, and his upper body completely collapsed.

However, his lower body was still kneeling in an ugly posture, as if he was a dead dog kneeling on the ground.

"Junior Brother Chen, Hua Tiandu has taken over Qingwei's body. I wonder if Qingwei can be saved after she is expelled from Qingwei's body?" Fang Qingxue flew over with Chan Nannan, glanced at Hua Tiandu, and asked Chen Zheng hurriedly.

After all, Fang Qingwei is her biological sister. No matter how indifferent or cold she is, she doesn't want her biological sister to die.

"Let me consider."

Chen Zheng signaled her not to be anxious, raised his hand and grabbed Hua Tiandu. The man's soul, which had already been combined with his body, flew out of his body and landed in his hand.

"what?"

Fang Qingxue's eyes narrowed.

Because the soul of Hua Tiandu in Chen Zheng's hand is somewhat similar to Fang Qingwei, and also has some characteristics of Hua Tiandu. It is like the product of the fusion of the two, neither yin nor yang, but both yin and yang.

"I don't know why, but your sister's soul and Hua Tiandu's soul have merged together. Perhaps if we separate them, we will have a chance to save your sister. But this is very difficult, as they have become one and the same. And I'm not proficient in this." Chen Zheng said this after looking at the soul in his hand and pondering for a moment.

He is good at killing people, but he is not good at saving people, unless he kills Fang Qingwei and Hua Tiandu's souls together and then resurrects them with the Three Lives Stone, but the cost would be high.

Fang Qingxue thought for a moment and said, "Let me do it. I'll find a way to separate them."

She knows a little bit of fatalism, and for a certain price, she might be able to separate the soul.

Chen Zheng handed the soul to her and told her, "Do it according to your ability. If you really can't do it, I will find a way when my cultivation level is higher in the future."

Fang Qingxue didn't say anything when she heard this, but just nodded and waved her hand to collect the soul and Fang Qingwei's body.

"Dad, are you leaving again?" Chan Nannan pulled the corner of Chen Zheng's clothes and said reluctantly.

"Dad has something to do. I'll come to see you next time." Chen Zheng smiled and stroked Chan Nannan's little head, then disappeared on the spot.

He did not mention again about asking Fang Qingxue to go with him to Linglong Blessed Land.

Fang Qingxue is different from Jia Lan and Yan Shui. She has a strong personality and will not be a canary. She has her own ideas and pursuits.

…………

After Chen Zheng left Yuhuamen, he returned to the sky above the Dali Dynasty again.

Billions of gods who had killed people in hundreds of countries under the command of Yuhua Sect had been killed as soon as he arrived. He grabbed Fang Zetao, who was still floating in the sky, and all the people of the Fang family, and threw them away. They flew across a long distance and landed safely on the Zhengqi Peak in Linglong Blessed Land.

Chen Zheng instructed Jia Lan, who was meeting with the girls of the Jia Lan Society in the hall, to take good care of her father-in-law. Then another clone came out of his body and went to the Gate of Stars, to take the Star Lord and others to the Wuji World to attack the Wuji Star Palace and help them avenge their hatred from the past.

His real body took a step forward and left the Xuanhuang world. The endless stars and star fields receded behind him.

In just a few breaths, he had arrived above a giant continent floating between the stars.

Although the area of ​​this continent is far smaller than that of the Xuanhuang World, it is also extremely vast, with a round sky and a square earth, equivalent to the aggregation of tens of millions of stars.

This is the Chaos Continent mentioned by the Lord of History. It is the largest trading market among the hundreds of star fields here, but it is a mixed bag. Anyone can come here, all kinds of masters can exist, and everyone can do business here. It is not like the world of cultivation which is managed by strong people.

The Chaos Continent has a long history and has existed since ancient times. It is said that it was created by a supreme celestial monarch himself.

Someone may ask, a being like Tianjun is not even a speck of dust in his eyes, even if the entire three thousand worlds are added together. How could he have nothing to do when he was full and create such a chaotic continent?
This question is worth pondering, but no one can answer it, and no one can figure out the logic behind it.

In short, the Chaos Continent was created by the Heavenly Sovereign, one hundred percent sure.

Moreover, the Heavenly Lord who created it is extremely powerful, the best among the Heavenly Lords, and his name is the Heavenly Lord of Chaos.

"The Chaos Embryo created by Lord Chaos should be in the deepest part of the continent. I wonder if the son of Lord Chaos, Huang Xiaoyu, succeeded in seizing it. If he succeeded, it would be a bit troublesome."

Chen Zheng looked down at the chaotic continent with his eyes shining. He scanned the land inch by inch and saw cities. There were countless cultivators doing business in the cities and dividing up resources. There were also vicious cultivators burning, killing, looting, killing people and making elixirs in some places. There were also forces attacking each other, smoke rising everywhere, and it was extremely chaotic.

But these did not attract his attention. It was not like the Xuanhuang World which was invaded by the gods. It was just an internal fight among the human race and had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, his eyes focused, and he saw through the Nine Netherworlds, deep underground in the Chaos Continent, something similar to a placenta of flesh and blood. It seemed to contain infinite energy, and would be very nutritious if eaten.

"Got you."

Chen Zheng moved his body and sank into the mud and rock of the chaotic continent, heading towards the fleshy placenta-like thing. (End of this chapter)