When he woke up, Lin Qiye found that he was locked up in a mental hospital.
He remembered that the last time he took action was to resist the Four Saints with the Immortal Killing Sword Formation; he remembered that thousands of disciples of the Jie Sect were stained with blood on the God Conferring Stage.
And now, the old man in the next bed asked him: "Young man, have you taken your medicine today?"
Lin Qiye:...
Okay, pretending to be crazy, right? I, the dignified leader of Jiejiao Cult, can pretend to be mentally ill, but can't I catch him easily?
Until one day, an organization called "Night Watch" came to his door and told him that he had awakened an angel agent and wanted to take him to kill the god.
Lin Qiye looked at the so-called "gods" in the fog outside the window and fell silent.
That's it? All the janitors under me back then were at this level.
Just draw a talisman and be paralyzed by the A-level mystery.
Just point your finger and discover the genius technique.
Set up any formation at will to trap and kill the powerful ones in the Divine Ruins Realm.
Everyone thought he was a genius.
Until one day, a group of guys calling themselves "gods" came to Daxia, arrogantly.
Lin Qiye sighed and raised his hand.
The Four Swords of Killing Immortals, come out!
"I heard... You want to conquer Daxia?"
At that moment, the gods knelt.
The old man in the mental hospital finally remembered that someone had asked him the same thing three thousand years ago:
"Master, if we are to stop teaching, do we really want to teach everyone without distinction?"
