"Forgive others when you can forgive others. If a Confucian and Taoist demigod kneels down in front of everyone, he will definitely breed a demon. Killing his legs can also be considered as paying the price for what he did before. He avenged his disciples who died in his hands in our books and painting circles." Shu Yong said.

Hua Chunqiu was still not happy enough, so he had to find a sign and wrote on it: "A pair of half-god legs can be used to refine the secret treasure of the magic move, and the price is 200 divine stones."

Zhang Ruochen quietly took out a drop of blood from the bloody broken legs and put it away.

"Crazy."

A luxurious sacred car is coming.

On the holy carriage, an old sage in brocade clothes and robe walked out, came to the corpse stall, and smiled and said, "I am the summer wine of the witch god civilization. On behalf of His Highness, I invite four of you to attend to tonight's witch god's sacred banquet. I wonder if the four of you can enjoy the glory?"

Immediately afterwards, the Beidou civilization, the Giant Spirit civilization, the Tibetan Ruins civilization, the Bright Sun civilization..., more than a dozen messengers of ancient civilizations came one after another and invited them to the four of them.

For the ancient civilization factions, the World Conference is a wonderful opportunity to make friends and win over top figures from all walks of life. When the war is imminent, they must seek support.

For them, this is a major event of life and death.

The ancient civilization faction that was once close and intimate now has to compete.

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Chapter completed!