I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

"Clap Clap!!"

This is an attack purely from the level of force, the protective red light was shattered instantly!

A weaker defender even had half of his head chopped off by a hand knife!

A large mass of flesh and blood splattered on the ground.

Even the ancient races were vaguely shocked, where did this guy come from, why didn't they see him just now?

"I am the Original Myth of the Ninth Epoch, no need to bully ordinary civilizations, you all fight to the death with me!"

The sixteen Infinite Qi discovered a terrifying opponent, and simultaneously turned their heads, staring at Lu Yuan.

The one with half a head left even let out a cold laugh: "Interesting, I just said, I had a sudden feeling, a crisis emerged. Turns out one was hiding."

The Ancient Insect laughed: "My good brother is here, let's kill to our heart's content!"

"Insect Race Emperor, you really are a traitor!"

"Traitor? When was I ever under your command?"

In the plaza, Lu Yuan and the Ancient Insect stood side by side, like two Fighting Gods, the scarlet field merging into one.

The collision of fields is extremely dangerous, once defeated, it is equivalent to losing home advantage, all abilities will be suppressed.

A group of Demons also strode over, emanating a deep mist, standing behind them!

Both sides set up their formations, confronting each other, and once a flaw appears, a thunderous strike will erupt immediately!

Even the disoriented Xing sitting on the ground recovered his consciousness, looking at his hands, and then towards the sky covered by Mythical Treasures, it seemed to ignite a bit of fighting spirit.

Other civilizations naturally have no other options, the weakest ones kept squeezing back, various blood bricks scattered haphazardly on the ground, these things are like a hot potato.

"Gentlemen, we are merely diplomats... Although not powerful, serving the interests of civilization is our duty."

"These ancient races have degraded to such a level, even if we die here, we cannot hand over the blood bricks! This is for our civilization!"

"Destroy it!"

Red mist rose in clusters, these civilizations couldn't compare to humans in combat, but destroying a blood-coagulated item was effortlessly done.

The ancient races immediately flew into a rage, they had plotted for so long just for this moment?

Taking advantage of Lu Yuan and the Ancient Insect fighting those Infinite Qi, an Innate Myth launched another sneak attack.

This time, he unleashed all his combat power, daring not to hold back: "Hand over the blood bricks, spare your lives, destroyers must all die!"

A phantom appeared behind him, like a mass of air, yet substantial, exuding a strong aura.

This is certainly a divine skill akin to Fatian Xiangdi!

Fatian Xiangdi reached out a hand, grabbing forward.

The hand, like a mountain, covered the sky and earth, unstoppable!

"Damn you! Do you think we are cowardly?! We represent a civilization, even if we die here we fear nothing! Behind me are my fellow kin!" A Centaur Leader faced that mountainous hand, still burning the blood brick in his hand into powder.

Then trembling all over, quietly waiting for his death.

"You are not a coward? I'll make you seek life but cannot live, seek death but cannot die." The Blood Glutton Clan's Innate Myth commented gloomily with a cold smile.

Fatian Xiangdi pinched the opponent's Power Armor, like kneading a piece of clay, removed the cockpit's protection shield.

Grabbing the opponent's head, kneading repeatedly.

The Centaur Leader's cavities bled, pain penetrating the soul, yet not uttering a word.

The Innate Myth grew increasingly furious.

These guys, though small in strength, suddenly became tough, and this toughness seemed like an infectious disease, spreading rapidly, turning into a great trend.

The ancient races clearly couldn't comprehend true civilization.

Which civilization in its rise doesn't have self-sacrificing heroes? Without strong cultural support, without national backbone, those civilizations can't rise!

Death isn't anything to fear anymore.

Since the battle has begun, it must be driven by the determination not to fear death.

However, at this moment, a Black Shadow suddenly flashed over.

The Blood Glutton Clan's Emperor instinctively sensed a crisis, immediately operating Fatian Xiangdi to defend.

This Black Shadow punched fiercely, as if to smash Buzhou Peak!

"Roar!"

Fatian Xiangdi roared furiously, power maxed out.

But this punch was too strong, with a "boom", transforming the opponent's Bloodline Divine Power like ceramic, shattering it, the airflow cutting the ground bricks into scars.

The Blood Glutton Clan's Emperor was deeply shocked, what level of combat power is this. Even at this moment with the Blood Sacrifice Rules sealed, their Five Great Races, lacking no offerings, compensating quality with quantity, their current state is at the peak.

Yet after one punch, his strongest gift was shattered.

He retreated continuously, summoning his Mythical Artifact, a bag-like item—Blood Glutton Bag.

This strange bag was shaped like a sheep with a human face, with eyes under the armpits, tiger teeth, human claws, its sound like a baby.

Once devoured by this bag, even a Ghost cannot escape!

Then, this Innate Myth cunningly hid within his group's ranks, he wasn't going to risk himself against this emergent giant.

Lu Yuan wasn't in a hurry, this was a world-shocking battle, all the strong locked onto him, waiting for him to show a flaw.

The chance to save others was also taking huge risks.

"These opponents survived to this era, each one must be skilled in saving themselves."

He wanted to kill everyone, which couldn't be resolved quickly.

Even... Victory wasn't guaranteed!

The opposing lineup was too strong; five Innate Myths, wielding Mythical Level artifacts, sixteen Infinite Qi, an unknown number of Acquired Myths!

Lu Yuan could consecutively defeat several in single combat, but they teamed up, quantity leading to quality change.

There was only one way to victory.

The ability of Powerful Wind!

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