Chaos Tian looked at the fingers in front of him in confusion.

"What is this? He just pointed at me in front of me in a blatant way? Aren't he afraid that I will destroy it?"

Chaostian's words made Qianshou Qi stunned in front of him.

Then he instantly hid behind the Demon King.

"Demon King, why is your friend so unreasonable? I'm discussing philosophy with him, but he wants to be harsh with me. Is this what a gentleman should do?"

The Demon Emperor Daochen shook his head speechlessly, "I discovered it recently, why are you so talkative?"

"Are you hunted down because of this?"

"We can understand what you said, but why are we the sheep? We can still distinguish the status of tigers, wolves, and sheep."

"The wolf is also very weak, but he is definitely not a tiger's food!"

Chishou Hiro said speechlessly, "You may not know that it is just a rule in your eyes. It is not a simple relationship between a sheep or a tiger, or a wolf and a tiger. You can determine who can be food and who can't be food."

"For example, these lives in the chaotic world, because of the diversity of life, the balance of development, unique civilization and theory, make chaotic lives called life. You can be used as slaves, or even further developed to cultivate powerful people in the Heavenly Dao Realm, or even Hongmeng-level strong people, and can escape from slaves and become stronger races."

"The upper realm also has its own rules. You must follow the fixed rules to truly become a race in the upper realm."

"Slaves are a process that must be gone through. Only by experiencing hardships and fears and being reborn in thousands of difficulties and obstacles can they truly become a powerful race."

Chaostian looked at him disdainfully, "I know your theory clearly, so don't put that theory on me."

"Just like the Jukou clan, they have developed for countless years, accumulated so many terrifying existences, and have countless worlds to plunder resources. How can other races rely on to cultivate a Hongmeng powerhouse?"

"But what about the Jukou clan? They can completely build up several Hongmeng powerhouses with their terrifying resources."

"Although talent is essential, talent is sometimes not the most critical."

"We must have efforts, resources, and talent to become a powerful race."

"Do you think that you can get resources by being a slave to you?"

Qianshou Hui was silent, but in fact everyone knew the theory in the upper realm.

Although the suppression of the races in the lower realm has reserved hope for them, no race can truly be reborn from the races in the lower realm into the races in the upper realm.

The only race that has been successful recently has been countless years ago.

And as their theories become more and more perfect.

For example, killing these talented people, destroying their racial souls, destroying their spirit of resistance, and making them lose their potential for struggle forever.

In this case, it is difficult for them to survive, so how can they develop into a powerful race?

In fact, this theory is essentially the potential of exploiting the lower world races. As long as they consume it and accept the fate of slaves, they will never be able to resist.

Is there any race that realizes this?

It can be said that many people realize this, many, many resisters.

However, under the joint pressure of countless upper races, no lower race can escape the destruction of being destroyed.

This is the terrible thing about this set of rules.

Qianshou Hui hid behind the Demon King, "Since you can't accept it, then you can choose to resist!"

"I just want to say, if I really resist, why have so many races and so many strong men never really succeeded?"

"When you face the powerful people of the same level alone, countless."

"You will feel that despair."

"Do you know how crazy the superiors have been in a position to suppress the races in the lower realm?"

"They do not allow any quasi-Hongmeng-level powerhouse in the lower realm, and even the stronger Heavenly Dao Realm will be executed in various ways."

"They don't care about the demise of slaves at all. They care about slaves and cannot touch their bottom line."

The Demon Emperor Daochen understood, "After talking for a long time, a slave will be exploited. As long as he is stronger, he will be destroyed. If he doesn't think of a loli, he will be destroyed. In short, he will die. There is no way to promote the talented people like us, right?"

Chishou Hui nodded, "So, when I saw that you are so talented and can actually fight me, I really wanted to follow you. I wanted to see how you were destroyed."

He also spoke with some excitement, "You don't know, the despair of watching others die is very impressive."

The Demon King looked at the pervert speechlessly. He went up and started beating him. He made a very fierce move, and he almost had no cells left.

After venting his dissatisfaction in his heart, the demon emperor Daochen looked at Qianshouhui strangely, "Now you can recover a little bit of strength. I want to see how much potential you are."

After obtaining the permission of the Demon Emperor Daochen.

Qianshouhui instantly devoured some death energy, which is the void energy and the power of nothingness here.

His palms instantly turned dead gray, but his strength was much restored.

He has grown to be the size of an ordinary person, which may be because of the power of nothingness he absorbed, so he looks a little gloomy.

"Huh, I finally absorbed energy. I was scared to death just now. I thought you were really going to destroy me! Do you know the fear of being on the verge of death? It was quite exciting, as if it was going to scare me to pee."

"It's so comfortable. Can you do it again?"

The Demon Emperor Daochen looked at his strange request. In order to satisfy his resentment, he decided to agree to his unreasonable request.

The Demon Emperor Daochen drew his bow from left to right, and instantly formed a ball with him.

Soon, one hand after another was removed by him.

In an instant, he was chopped into minced meat by the Demon King.

Not only that, the Demon Emperor Daochen also deliberately destroyed all the other parts of him, leaving only a dough made by him kneading himself, leaving a nose and two eyes, and a mouth open.

"You just talk like this from now on. This is a good disguise. No one knows that you are the Thousand Hands clan in the future."

Chishou Hiro looked at his new look in surprise, "It looks very good. By the way, your skills are not very good. Why do I feel that my nose and eyes are crooked?"

The Demon Emperor Daochen and Hun Duntian laughed instantly. Of course, they were both wrong, but he didn't have much talent.

Faced with such a thing, he could only say that it would be nice to have a mouth that could speak.
Chapter completed!