Chapter 81

After the finale of "The Destroyer God (Volume 3)", He Wenchao rebuilt the Three Realms with his great magic power, and lived an eternal and happy life in the God Realm with his wife and friends.

Hundreds of years later, He Wenchao created countless people in the God Realm, the Immortal Realm, and the Human Realm according to his own memories.

He became the only god in heaven and earth. No one dared to refute his words. Everyone obeyed him without any objection.

At first, He Wenchao felt that such a life was too beautiful. He could come and go freely in the Three Realms. No one threatened his status and that of his relatives and friends. From then on, he didn't have to worry about those bad people and bad gods secretly harming him. The entire Three Realms belonged to him. How happy.

However, hundreds of years later, such a life made He Wenchao boring.

Happiness and worry-free without any waves, day after day and year after year, the same life made He Wenchao gradually lose his feelings.

Everything developed according to his wishes, without any surprises, life had no fun and surprises, and it was like chewing wax.

One day, he called the bright and beautiful Gong Xijin and Baili Qingmiao, and had an intimate relationship with Gong Xijin in front of her.

Baili Qingmiao looked calm and smiled and said, "Senior Brother and Sister Gong Xi have a good relationship."

He Wenchao immediately pushed Gong Xijin away, grabbed Baili Qingmiao's shoulders and asked, "Aren't you jealous? Aren't you jealous? I remember that in the past, even if I had a little contact with other female disciples, even if it was just one or two words, you would quarrel with me, right?"

Baili Qingmiao didn't feel any pain in her shoulders. She gently put her head on He Wenchao's arm and said obediently, "But you don't like it, don't you? You just have no choice. I am the person you love the most, I know."

"Then...wouldn't it be good for you to be a little bit petty with me and lose your temper?" He Wenchao pinched Baili Qingmiao's shoulders hard, "I'm so strong, doesn't it hurt you?"

How could it not hurt? He Wenchao had already heard the sound of bones being crushed.

"How can I bear to lose my temper with my senior brother? He is a supreme god. All the affairs of the three realms belong to him. He is so busy. I won't cause trouble for him." Baili Qingmiao said, "Also, my shoulder doesn't hurt. Even if my shoulder is injured, you can heal it for me, right?"

He Wenchao heard her words and took his hand away in despair.

Yes, when he resurrected the little junior sister, he thought that the little junior sister was good in everything, but she was too jealous. He was a god, so what did it matter if he had a few goddesses on good terms with him? It would be great if the little junior sister would not be angry.

So the resurrected Baili Qingmiao was really devoted to He Wenchao, not making trouble or causing trouble, and waiting for her senior brother to accompany her in the palace every day.

He Wenchao left Baili Qingmiao's temple and went to find his first wife, the supreme god Zi Ling.

When the Purple Spirit God saw He Wenchao coming over with a picture album, he said considerately: "My husband, this is a picture album of the goddesses in the God Realm. Which ones have you been close to recently? Do you need me to propose marriage for you?"

He Wenchao stared at the Purple Spirit God and said: "I am your husband. Aren't you sad that you marry other women for me?"

The Purple Spirit God said generously and appropriately: "My husband is so heroic. It is their honor to marry these goddesses, isn't it?"

"I remember that you used to secretly get rid of some women you didn't like." Some things, He Wenchao didn't say, but it didn't mean that he didn't notice them. "I remember that you dislike Gong Xijin the most. Why didn't you get rid of her?" "

Because my husband likes her." The Purple Spirit God smiled without any emotion, like an exquisite doll.

He Wenchao took the picture album. The women in it were all beautiful in their own ways, but his eyes could no longer tell the difference between their looks.

"Just pick a few you like." He Wenchao waved his hand and left in boredom.

All his wives looked like he wanted them to. He Wenchao could guess what they would say and do in advance, because he created every one of them, even the newly married goddesses.

He came to Yao Jiaping's temple. At this time, Yao Jiaping was already the God of Medicine, in charge of the world's spiritual medicine. When He Wenchao went there, Yao Jiaping's wife Xiaoyi was taking care of the spiritual herbs in the yard. Seeing him coming, Xiaoyi bowed and said, "God."

"Where is Yao Jiaping?" He Wenchao had no impression of Xiaoyi. The Xiaoyi he created was a person who looked exactly the same as the original one, but his personality was like a blank sheet of paper.

"He's treating a patient." Xiaoyi said.

When he heard about treating a patient, He Wenchao frowned and broke into Yao Jiaping's room. Sure enough, he saw him getting dressed, and there was a woman lying on the bed. Her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Xiaoyi. It must be a family member of a patient or the patient himself.

"You have already found Xiaoyi, why are you still doing this?" He Wenchao grabbed Yao Jiaping and yelled, "Aren't you devoted to Xiaoyi?"

Yao Jiaping tied his belt and said, "As the God of Medicine, what does it matter if I favor one or two women? She and I can practice dual cultivation and increase my magic power. And I only have Xiaoyi in my heart, and the others are just playing for fun. Isn't it the same for you? You like Baili Qingmiao, but it doesn't prevent you from marrying Ziling Shangshen, Gong Xijin and other goddesses, right?"

"You scumbag!" He Wenchao knocked Yao Jiaping away with a palm.

Yao Jiaping flew out of the temple and was seriously injured. Xiaoyi threw herself in front of him, blocking Yao Jiaping's body, and said to He Wenchao: "If you want to kill my husband, kill me first!"

"Husband?" He Wenchao's eyes became fierce, and he pointed his finger to the side, and the divine power created another identical "Yao Jiaping", "What about this one?"

Xiaoyi immediately threw herself in front of another "Yao Jiaping", protecting him and said: "If you want to kill my husband, kill me first!"

"Hahahahaha!" He Wenchao suddenly laughed desolately, stepped back a few steps, pointed at Xiaoyi and said, "These two husbands are given to you, choose one yourself, hahahahahaha!"

He left Yao Jiaping's temple and wandered aimlessly in the temple, thinking: "Fake, all fake, all imagined by me, hahahaha!"

Hundreds of years of dreams woke up, and he was alone, with the puppets that he imagined and would never go against him, and hundreds of years passed.

From then on, He Wenchao no longer favored his wives, and these people would not come to disturb him, and they all stayed in their own palaces peacefully.

He Wenchao was sitting on the throne, stirring up the world out of boredom. He casually released a disaster, and casually destroyed a country and a species. He watched the mortals wandering through the divine world, but felt nothing.

"This is God. No wonder you could release disasters without a care in the past. That's it." He Wenchao looked up at the sky, his eyes empty, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

The innate god, the one who just became a god, felt that he was beautiful beyond compare. A pair of ruthless eyes looked at the gods equally, as if he was no different from the ants in the lower world. So he kept pestering the woman, wanting her to have a different look, wanting those ruthless eyes to look at him with affection.

After reincarnation, he fell in love with Baili Qingmiao at first sight, just like in his previous life. When he saw that the little apprentice sister only had him in her eyes, he felt bored and felt that something was wrong. It was not what he wanted.

At this moment, He Wenchao realized that what attracted him deeply in his previous life was that pair of ruthless but affectionate eyes full of love.

"You are gone, right?" He Wenchao touched his chest and suddenly said, "No, your godhead is still in my body. We are always together."

The outside world is fake, it is his daydream. Only the godhead in his body is real, it is the only thing left by the innate god.

He Wenchao curled up on the throne, his arms embraced the void, as if he was hugging a person.

He closed his eyes, and fell asleep with some fatigue.

The moment the god fell asleep, the Netherworld Blood Sea in the human world set off huge waves!

After absorbing the godhead, He Wenchao still couldn't purify the evil spirit controlled by the godhead. He sealed the evil spirit in the Netherworld Blood Sea as usual according to his memory. Over the years, the Netherworld Blood Sea has been quiet.

In the huge waves, a person gradually took shape on the blood sea. He raised his head to the sky, listening to the wind around him, as if receiving countless messages.

"So that's how it is. So many things happened after I fell into the sea of ​​blood." The man whispered to himself, "Yin Hanjiang, Burning Heaven Immortal Venerable... I really missed a lot of things."

He vaguely remembered that after falling into the sea of ​​blood, he was absorbed by 180,000 demon gods in a daze, and only a wisp of obsession remained. As for what obsession it was, he couldn't remember it, but he thought that he still had things to do and couldn't die.

So when the godhead broke the barrier of the three realms, that wisp of obsession continued to absorb the surrounding demonic energy and the power of the godhead, becoming stronger and stronger.

The human world and the fairy world merged together, and the demonic energy that had lost its reason found the last words of Burning Heaven Immortal Venerable in the fairy world. At that moment, the godhead lost control, the barrier between the fairy world and the god world disappeared, and 180,000 demon gods attacked the god world, and the world was about to be destroyed. It

was not until He Wenchao absorbed the godhead with the help of the soul contract with Baili Qingmiao and re-sealed the demonic energy in the netherworld blood sea that the wisp of obsession continued to absorb the demonic energy.

He Wenchao's mind collapsed, and the moment he closed his eyes to seal himself, the man seized the opportunity, absorbed all the demonic energy, broke the seal of the Netherworld Blood Sea, and rushed out.

He is a demon, the only demon god in the Three Realms, and he is Wen Ren'e.

Wen Ren'e looked at the world, his eyes could see through the illusion, and the illusion created by He Wenchao could not deceive him at all.

In Wen Ren'e's eyes, the three realms have been mixed into one, the world is shrinking, and all forces are returning to chaos. Only in the center of this chaos, there is a person holding a godhead and dreaming.

Little did he know that the godhead in his arms was eroding his divine power bit by bit. When the divine power is eroded, his soul contract with Baili Qingmiao will disappear, and no one will be able to stop the godhead from returning the world to chaos.

Wen Ren'e came to the sleeping He Wenchao, put his hand on his head, and "saw" He Wenchao's dream.

The godhead discovered Wen Ren'e and realized that he was the only one who could stop it from destroying the world. The godhead was a little uneasy and was about to gather strength to kill Wen Ren'e.

"You don't have to be on guard against me," Wen Ren'e said, "This is no longer the world I want to protect."

He stared at He Wenchao, who was trying to bind the Godhead with a soul contract. Wen Ren'e laughed softly, "Fen Tian Xianzun... you insist on avenging me, so today... I will fulfill your wish."

Wen Ren'e spit out the power from his palm, and the remaining soul contract of He Wenchao was cracked by Wen Ren'e, and the Godhead broke through He Wenchao's body and rushed out. It merged into the world and began to absorb the power of chaos.

All the power of chaos shrank without limit, including Wen Ren'e's body. He felt the demonic energy that supported him gradually disappear, but his heart was calm.

The world has been destroyed, and the only thing to look forward to is the new world.

In this case, there is only one thing he can do.

Wen Ren'e no longer resisted, he rushed into the power of chaos, was absorbed by the Godhead, and condensed.

Billions of years later, the power of chaos shrank to the point where it could no longer shrink, and finally caused a big explosion.

A new life was ushered in in the firelight, and thousands of worlds took shape. A wisp of obsession that had not been worn out for billions of years was integrated into the three worlds.

In the first world, a female writer typed the title "Sadomasochism: You are my only constant" on the computer.

In the second world, a male writer typed the title "The God of Destruction" on the computer.

In the third world, Wen Ren'e was discussing the battle between good and evil with his subordinates when a different space suddenly opened above his head and a book fell down.

He caught it and saw "Sadomasochism: You are my only constant" written on it.

The author has something to say:

The full text is over, Yin Hanjiang is Wen Ren'e's only constant.

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