God nodded innocently, and he stopped talking.

The war between the two sides triggered instantaneously.

God's innocence preemptively attacked him, but he only poked out a hand, which contained Prajna's power of wisdom. It did not look fast, but it was by no means that Xuan Zhenghao's revision could escape. But on the contrary, his palm looked into the past, but it was empty.

Xuan Zhenghao, before God's innocence, seemed vague.

"This is the inside of the boat of one yuan. Here, I am the Creator God!" Xuan Zhenghao said lightly.

God gave a sneer of innocence and said, "Really? Today, even if you are the Creator, the old man...