Writing A Book and Becoming A God: The Start is Broken, Driving 100,000 Cultivators Crazy to Chase a

Chapter 775

"Nonsense! It's just misleading the children." The old man scolded secretly. The more he thought about the evaluation just now, the more angry he became, and then he entered the Water Margin chapter interface again, and left a message below the evaluation of only a few hundred:

"There are more than 1,000 works, but you insist that there are only more than 100, so you lie and deceive me, what is your intention!

After leaving such a reply, the old man's heart finally felt a lot more comfortable, and his face was smug, but after a while, his interface suddenly lit up!

What does this mean, it means that someone has replied to their message!

The old man was curious, looking forward to waiting, and opened the message interface. After checking the reply, he suddenly became angry.

Someone replied: "Are you old and suffering from vertigo? Or did your parents not teach you Arabic numerals when you were a child? Open your dog's eyes and go back to check, there are clearly tens of thousands!"

After all, the old man is a character, and his strength is sky-high. Once upon a time, he was so scolded by people that he couldn't help but be furious. If the person who insulted him was now, let him know who it was! Even if they were separated by hundreds of millions of miles, he could not wait to rush over immediately to make this happen. People can only vent their anger when they are bombarded and killed!

However, this reply is just a name, and he has no way of knowing who the person who scolds him is. He can only return to check with anger, and use reason to overthrow this person's concept to prove that he is right.

But after returning, and counting back and forth, there are really tens of thousands!

Isn't it? The works keep increasing!

The old man came to such a certainty. However, even so, he couldn't let go of that person scolding his parents for no reason, so he returned to the chapter and scolded this person.

"Tell me who you are, Laozi will kill your whole family with a knife" "!"

"Yo! It's just you? I guessed that you are nothing but a fart, and learned to pretend to be an expert! Haha, if you heard the name of this immortal, I'm afraid you will be scared on the spot!""

The man responded very quickly, it can be said that he responded in seconds. After the old man saw it clearly, he suddenly became angry, so he started the street scolding mode to fight with netizens.

"Gan your mother, Gan your mother's..

When Ye Xuan set up the Tiandao Preaching Information Network, all kinds of people in this direction, whether they were the overlords who had been in high positions for a long time, or the old monsters who lived in seclusion in the mountains, or even the common people and loose monks, all passed the When the network communicated, the whole heaven preaching became lively for a while.

"The list of conferred gods is over, this old man is still a little reluctant to give up, seeing the three words of the finale, my soul seems to be lost along with this book.

"It doesn't matter, Lao Wang, look at it. There are millions of works of heaven preaching in the library. Just picking a few may be more exciting than Fengshen Bang."

An old man whose hair was all white and was still melancholy about the end of the consecration list, when he heard the Daoist friend's words, he suddenly came to his senses and quickly checked the library in his mind.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, when you see that the whole person becomes dementia, after a long time, he stutters and spit out a sentence.

"Fantasy books, this is my favorite book!"

At the same time, in the Blood Devouring Hall.

Ye Xuan thus gained a lot of faith.

The blue silk threads connected to each other on the top of his head gathered the beliefs of countless tributaries in the outside world into a blue star river.

The galaxy is like a beautiful picture, the blue river is dotted with stars, twinkling and shining, as dazzling as the stars. What is even more terrifying is that the azure galaxy, which is like a long river of time, is swallowing and diluting bit by bit. The blood rage accumulated by the blood palace master for hundreds of millions of years!

"This is the power of faith, how is this possible! How can you, an outsider, accumulate the faith of our time!"

The hall master saw Ye Xuan's method at a glance, his face changed wildly, and his face was in disbelief.

You must know that his blood-devouring hall has stood in this world for hundreds of millions of years, and he has always wanted to collect the power of faith in this world, but he has been unsuccessful all the time.

Ye Xuan sneered at the gaffe expression of the hall master.

"`々 When I come to deal with you, naturally I have to prepare some means. Your blood-devouring hall is brutally killed, and you are destined to not be able to collect the power of faith. You have to figure out that others are afraid of your blood-devouring hall, not awe.

"Of course, your cultivation of evil arts is the way of the most yin. On the contrary, the power of belief is the unity of the public's thoughts, and it belongs to the way of the most yang, which just restrains your evil power."

"You can just capture it, maybe I can give you an easy way to die."

"Arrogant!" (Okay, okay) Surprised but surprised, the hall master just put aside his contempt, and he is still confident in dealing with Ye Xuan, which comes from the hundreds of millions of years of blood-devouring hall.

"Blood Rage! 35

He roared loudly, and the blood mist surged from his body, turning into tens of thousands of blood dragons, all of them were made of blood mist, all scarlet, hanging around the hall master, his mouth wide open and whispering at Ye Xuan.

Not only that, the entire Blood Devouring Hall is not a normal-sized main hall, but a tower as tall as a cloud, and its capacity is not comparable to that of a general main hall.

Coupled with the blood energy accumulated over tens of billions of years, there is a thick blood mist here at any time. When the palace master is urged, this place becomes a liquid sea of ​​blood, and even the perspective is blinded, making it difficult to see the distance. .