The God Of All People: My God Domain Is The Endless Abyss

The words and deeds of this alien with a broken arm were carefully listened to by Chu Hao's clone.

"..."

But Chu Hao was just silent. He stood in the distance and watched silently as the man with the broken arm fled into the nearby jungle with his own young daughter and woman, watched the nearby cultivators chase them after they got the situation, and watched the family get caught up.

Finally, the escape of the man with the broken arm was over.

A former cultivator with a broken arm is impossible to escape under the pursuit of digital active cultivators.

Not to mention, he had to spend all his energy to protect his own wife and children on the way to escape.

Therefore, seeing that there was no hope of escape, he made his final decision, shrouded in despair.

"Sorry, child."

Amid the cries of his wife, the man with the broken arm slit his young daughter's throat.

"do not Cry...."

The man with the broken arm wiped his face, looked at the Sect cultivators who were approaching them in the distance, walked to his wife, and raised his knife.

"Compared to being a spiritual child, living in pain comparable to the annihilation of the soul, it is extremely lucky for our children to die like this."

"You too."

This man knew the truth about the so-called cultivators and spiritual children better than anyone in the entire village.

Any child who is chosen as a spiritual child.

There is simply no possibility of becoming a cultivator.

Not even a 1 in 100,000,000 chance!

A child who is truly qualified to become a cultivator would not need to take advantage of such an opportunity to become a cultivator.

All alien children who can become cultivators tend to show great psionic potential in infancy.

This psionic potential is Talent, bloodline, and the source of all levels in this divine world.

But it has nothing to do with effort alone.

Ordinary people may spend years of cultivation, but none of the cultivator embryos grow fast in one month.

This inequality cannot be remedied in any way.

Those psykers who are born with extremely high talents are the natural rulers of this world.

Therefore, in this world, there is no such vocabulary as class and inequality.

Yes, only psykers and others!

Therefore, in this world, the treatment of mortals is not as good as that of little Devil.

They are not just playthings, they are materials, they are slaves, they are...

No one should think that these psionicists are the same as those villagers, and they will think that they are their own kind.

Quite the opposite.

When the strength gap between the same clan reaches a certain level, the mentality gap between the two will be unimaginable.

One type is the commoners who crawl on the earth forever, work forever and can only be a cow and a horse all their lives.

One type is a psionicist who can fly in the sky at will, master psionic power and only need to enjoy it forever.

The two of them, although they have the same biological information, although they have the same appearance, live in the same world.

But they are not the same creature at all.

Therefore, when the man with the broken arm killed his own wife and children, the psionicists did not show too much anger.

Because in their field of vision, the man with the broken arm only destroyed two useful instruments, and it was not a huge damage.

This small loss is not even enough for these cultivators to use their own psionic power to hunt down their family.

The reason why they still hunt down this tragic family is because they need to maintain order.

The order established by the psionicists!

"why?"

The leading cultivator looked at the bleeding corpse on the ground and asked the man with the broken arm with a frown.

"Why disobey the Sect's orders? You know it's wrong to do so, especially if you're a former cultivator."

"No reason, just because they are my family, I can't see them suffer."

The man with the broken arm threw down the knife in his hand and placed one hand on his temple, activating all his remaining psychic energy.

This weapon has no effect on these powerful psionicists.

"family?"

Hearing this, the rest of the cultivators laughed.

After hearing this, they looked at the corpse on the ground again.

"You don't really think of these things as your own family, it's ridiculous!"

"Yeah, we won't need these mortal fetuses any more when our Lord takes the Realm a step further."

"At that time, after entering the virtual realm, we and these things will be two completely different races. You know this, but it is really ridiculous to do this."

Hearing the other party's ridicule, the man with the broken arm was not angry, but said indifferently.

"Yeah, maybe you don't think these things are your family anymore."

"But I will!"

"No matter how many years I've been a cultivator, no matter what kind of psyker I've become, no matter how strong I've become, I remember..."

"I remember that I was conceived in the body of these things in your mouth."

"I remember that I was nurtured and raised by the things you said, and finally became a psionicist."

"I just remember that they, like us, are of the same origin, the same kind who cry and rejoice."

Hearing this, a cultivator who was chasing him shouted.

"fart!"

"How dare you care that these things that don't have any psionic talent and can't feel psionic energy are called the same kind!"

"You betrayed your identity as a psionicist, you are just a shameful betrayal!"

"It's people like you that led us to fight against those celestial demons and were dragged into the quagmire little by little!"

Having said that, the man with the broken arm also knew that there was no way for him to communicate effectively with these former "similars".

As a result, the psychic energies of the two sides collided violently.

The man with the broken arm was completely suppressed by the opponent's powerful spiritual energy, and knelt on the ground.

There is no need to say much about the ending.

It's just an unfair fight.

The man with the broken arm ushered in his own punishment and ushered in his own finale.

Considered a traitor by all psykers, he had his limbs broken, and was paraded through the streets as a typical example in all the nearby villages.

In order to make up for the losses he caused, he replaced his dead wife and children and became a new sustenance.

Although his mind has long been "turbid", but as a former cultivator.

After he is made into provisions, he can still play a lot of roles.

After all, the battle ahead cannot lie, and the supplies needed by the psionicists are increasing.

In the warehouse where the rations were made, the man with the broken arm, who was dying in a jar, opened his eyes and was surprised to find that a strange "fellow" stood in front of him at some point, watching motionlessly. follow him.

And in the eyes of this "same clan", there is a black and red vortex spinning.

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