When he said these words, a golden light overflowed from the eyes of old Master Wujiu, as if a scorching flame that had been suppressed for a long time was burning crazily.
His body that had been kneeling for a hundred years—that once stooped and thin body—is now straight and straight, like a javelin or a sharp sword.
The powerful, ancient and obscure aura of divine power surged in his body.
The golden starlight was rising and falling around his body indistinctly, as if it was its own universe, and the distant and deep stars were moving in the dark endless sky.
The knuckles of Guo Lord God's clenched fists turned white.
The huge anger of being contradicted was like a vast ocean that was about to drown his reason, but he still held back and did not take action.
Because he was not sure.
Now that the oath that bound this old bone has lost its effect, when he no longer grovels, even though Guo Lord God has prepared many backup plans over the years, he still does not have the courage to take action at this moment.
The dusty memories burst out.
What emerged in his mind uncontrollably was that on the night of death when the little Huang Shen fell, Wu Jiu, the housekeeper who had been following the Little Huang Shen all this time, suddenly burst out with such terrifying fighting power. , the terrifying scene of grinding nine main god-level gods into ashes...
If it hadn't been for this old bone, even the Father of the Gods wouldn't have been able to do anything to him.
Although the curse has been planted for so many years, the most terrifying death millstone in the God Realm [Eternal Wheel] has been grinding in this old bone's body for hundreds of years, but it is still unknown how much strength it has worn away from him.
At this moment, if he dares to break the oath he made in the past, could it be that he has broken the [Eternal Wheel] in his body?
The Lord God of Guo is in a dilemma.
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…
Sword Temple.
The sixteen divine power barriers on the periphery have been shattered.
Of the thirty-six-layered circular corridors of the Sword Temple, only less than twenty layers remain.
The original formation of the temple was opened.
This area is prohibited from flying.
Even the gods can only attack while walking on the ground.
This makes the Sword Temple face less pressure.
But it's just a little smaller.
In all directions, countless rays of light of different colors, like densely packed army ants, presented a scene that could cause patients with trypophobia to die suddenly, and they rushed towards the Sword Temple...
Every shining flame represents the full power of a powerful Shinto man.
At the beginning of any war, those at the forefront are always cannon fodder.
The war in the divine world is no exception.
The middle and low-level divine warriors and magicians of the four major divine races had red eyes and greedy and crazy expressions. The desires in their hearts were amplified by the gods using secret methods, and they completely lost their minds. They were like hyenas competing for food, scrambling to be the first. Impacting the outer protection of the Sword Temple...
"Kill a god from the Sword Temple and be rewarded with a god..."
"Kill a divine warrior from the Sword Temple and you will be rewarded with 10,000 divine stones."
"Those who injure the gods of the Sword Temple can acquire the best Shinto combat skills."
Amidst the roar of war drums, such a sound full of bewitching power, enhanced by the magicians of their respective camps, roared in everyone's ears, filling the sky with boiling fields, and even covered up the energy explosion of the battle itself.
There are three huge figures suspended in the sky.
They are one of the few who can stand still in the air in this no-fly zone.
Because they are the main gods.
The three main gods released endless pressure, making the void seem to tremble crazily under their feet.
The supreme and unprovoked majesty of Shinto, like the god-destroying torture knife hanging above their heads, makes every god in the Sword Temple uncontrollably tremble with fear and tremble in battle, and their strength is reduced...
These three people are the Lord of Ore, Lord of Flame and Lord of Sky.
There are six main battle gods in the God Realm, excluding the Great Desolation God Clan.
The main god of the six major divine clans is also a powerful man who stands at the pinnacle of the divine world.
Although their status is not as good as the five main gods of the Great Desolate God Clan, this is just because the Great Desolate God Clan is the unique ruling god clan in the God Realm and suppresses everything strongly. It does not mean that the real combat power of the six main gods is lower than that of the five main gods of the Great Desolate God Clan. .
At this time, these three terrifying giant light groups in the sky represent the three main gods of ore, flames and sky respectively.
The main god of the four main war gods alliance is missing one.
Because Lord Aoki went to intercept and kill several important figures in the Sword Temple.
Thinking about it, it’s just a matter of effort and you’ll be back soon.
The appearance of the three main gods means that the war has reached a stage where water and fire are incompatible.
There is no possibility of recovery.
This time it is not like the previous actions in which the major gods united to force the Palace Sword Temple to claim the throne and force the Sword Temple to give in.
Last time it was just to create momentum.
But this time, it's war.
The purpose of war is always to completely destroy the enemy.
Till death.
The three main gods looked down at the battlefield with cold eyes.
The huge loss of their own mid-level and low-level combat power, and the deaths of countless warriors and magicians cannot stir up even the slightest ripple in their hearts.
The reason why they didn't take action was because the sword master Shenjian Xiaoyao hadn't shown up yet.
Soldier against soldier.
King versus king.
This is what they expect to see.
Moreover, in the entire Sword Temple, only Jian Xiaoyao was worthy of their action.
Other new gods?
They are just local chickens and dogs.
Killing them is dirtying their hands.
Only Jian Xiaoyao is worthy of being their opponent.
This young man, who suddenly rose to prominence in just a few months and completely disrupted the structure of the God Realm, used his near-miraculous performances time and time again to make even the most powerful gods dare not ignore him.
The three main gods are patiently waiting for Jian Xiaoyao to appear.
That's when the outcome is truly decided.
The war is raging.
The territory controlled by the Sword Temple is constantly being eroded and shrinking.
The heavily fortified outer thirty-six-layer barrier position was like an onion, being peeled away layer by layer and torn apart...
The coalition of the four major gods used the simplest and most primitive "human sea tactic". They used their fresh lives, the lives of the middle and low-level warriors and low-level gods to grind hard and prepare the Sword Temple with sufficient restraints. , the formations are all worn out.
The main combat force of the Sword Temple is the Five Elements God War Department of the Sword Temple, headed by the five great dandies Qianlong, Guan Ruofei, Mu Linsen, Shi Gandang and Lu Bingwen.
Secretly cooperating was the 'Fireworm' special operations team of the three brothers and sisters of Duan Zhang.
The gods of the Sword Temple tried their best to block the speed of the enemy's advance, and sometimes launched counterattacks, repeatedly entangled in the tussle, and delayed as much time as possible.
The battle was fierce.
The warriors and sorcerers of the four main warring clans of the Alliance continued to fall like rice and wheat under a farmer's sickle, corpses piled up, and blood flowed into rivers...
It has been a hundred years since such a war broke out in the God Realm.
The last time was that bloody night.
"Retreat, retreat quickly... don't fight forcefully."
In the battlefield, a hidden dragon carrying a large yellow earthen jar roared loudly.
His voice was hoarse from roaring too many times. When he roared, the torn wound in his throat almost spurted out blood mist, but he had no time to use his divine power to treat it.
In such a fierce battle, divine power cannot be wasted.
Every ray of divine power must be used to protect oneself and kill the enemy.
As one of the five captains of the Five Elements Team of the Gods of the Sword Temple,
Qianlong, who had been involved in the battle from the beginning, was already covered in blood by this point in the battle.
The dripping blood didn't know whether it was his own or the enemy's.
He has taken the magic medicine to restore his divine power dozens of times, using this method to forcefully maintain his fighting power.
He himself was a little surprised. In the past, he was the best at seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, but one day he would be so brave in battle, fight so risklessly, and be willing to take risks to save his comrades.
What changed him?
Is it just because of the power of the god?
Is it just a matter of leaping from a parasitic family member to a god?
no.
It's more because I feel touched by being respected and recognized.
I will report to you on the golden platform and support the jade dragon to die for you.
Destiny is so wonderful.
Someone in a high position gives you gold, silver, beauty, power, power, and you accept it with a smile but secretly call him a fool in your heart. You think that you are cold-blooded and selfish by nature, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with this.
But sometimes, you are crazy enough to sacrifice everything for a like-minded person for a smile or a word.
Qianlong is still afraid of death.
But there seems to be a reason to overcome fear and keep fighting.
Even in the most intense moments, Qianlong always remained calm.
He took the gods under his command, fought and retreated, and faithfully implemented the war strategy formulated by the evil strategist Li Yitian: regardless of the gains and losses of a city or a place, delaying time and preserving vitality were his top priority.
And this is also the consensus of all the gods of the Sword Temple.
Why delay?
Because they can afford it.
Because behind them, there is a main god who represents miracles and invincibility.
Because the Lord God they believe in is invincible.
Every god of the Sword Temple who grits his teeth and fights hard is extremely certain that as long as Jian Xiaoyaomian comes out of seclusion, he will kill all enemies with his sword and sweep away all gods...
Therefore, the gods of the Sword Temple fought very tenaciously.
Not afraid at all.
There were even a few guys who were so furious that they felt their blood boiling all over their bodies. They went straight to their heads, burning with divine power, and rushed into the enemy's army regardless of their own safety...
Qianlong was so angry at such a subordinate that he twisted his nose.
These idiots.
Qianlong carried a huge earthen jar on his back, making a clanking sound of liquid shaking, and a dark green mist emerged. He activated the acceleration magic, leaving an afterimage of his body in the air flow, and rushed into the front under the command of Lord Aoki. Among the enemy troops...
The huge earthen jar shook and made a gurgling boiling sound. Dark green mist fell behind him, forming a long path of poisonous gas that lingered for a long time...
As long as the divine warriors of the Aoki God Series were slightly touched by this poisonous gas, they would fall to the ground immediately, and their bodies would immediately melt, emitting a foul smell of poisonous gas. As long as the divine magician smelled the slightest trace of this poisonous gas, he would immediately cover his throat and lose his ability to sing. The ability of divine magic soon became limp and turned into thick water...
For a moment, no one could stop Qianlong's advance.
He finally came to the hot-headed subordinates who were trapped in the formation.
"Go back here, I am.
Qianlong grabbed a few of his subordinates who were rushing into the formation, threw them back to his own camp, and shouted without looking back: "I have told you how many times, use ideas, wisdom, magic potions, and sneak attacks. Use the formation, don't fight hard...save your life, and wait until your Majesty comes out of seclusion...When Your Majesty comes back, what I want to see is that you are alive, not your name appearing on the tombstone."
Several rescued gods fell back to their own camp.
Qianlong continued to release poisonous gas to cover the retreat of his comrades.
He was like a skunk, and wherever he passed, his enemies avoided him.
Seeing that the strategic goal was achieved, Qianlong also retreated.
at this time--
Bang bang bang.
Green vines suddenly burst out from under the ground, shattering the bricks and stones, like green evil dragons. They bared their teeth and claws like green lightning, winding towards the hidden dragon.
Boo hoo hoo.
The green wooden arrows, containing the terrifying paralyzing power, shot at Qianlong like a gust of wind and rain.
Qianlong's heart suddenly screamed with warning signs.
His instinct, which had never been wrong, told him that there was danger.
Big danger.
He knew that this was not an ordinary warrior, but the gods of the Aoki family who had been hiding behind the warriors and magicians of the clan, and finally took action in person.
They finally stopped consuming the lives of ordinary family members and ended up fighting.
"Surround him."
A bright green light rushed from low altitude.
He is the commander-in-chief of the Aoki Protoss' attacking army and one of the six high-ranking gods, the Wood Spirit Dragon.
He was observing in secret and had been waiting for this scene for a long time.
"Qianlong, one of the Five Elements Divine Generals in the Sword Temple, his head is worth half a million sacred stones... Under the crown of the Lord God of our clan, a divine edict was issued before the war. Those who capture and kill Qianlong can exchange for high-grade divine status and top-level divine ways. Combat skills, the opportunity is rare, let’s take action together, don’t let him get away.”
The voice of the Wood Spirit Dragon stirred in the void in all directions for a long time.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect my head to be so valuable."
Qianlong laughed and turned around and ran away without hesitation: "I won't play with you anymore."
Behind him, a phantom of a god slowly emerged, also running wildly.
This is his divine status.
The ability to escape has always been the most proficient and basic skill Qianlong has mastered.
But at this time, a sudden change occurred.
There was a strange sound in the air all around, like the whispering of the vegetation as the sea of trees swayed and the wind blew the waves.
It is the chanting of divine incantations.
And it’s group chanting.
I don't know when, among the low-level warriors and warlocks, a total of twenty magical gods of the Aoki clan appeared. They vaguely surrounded Qianlong from all sides and began to chant ancient spells.
Divine magic formation!
They have been hunting me secretly for a long time.
Qianlong was shocked, and the dangerous intuition in his heart suddenly surged like the blood pressure of an old father who heard his daughter had eloped, almost to the point of bursting out of his head...
The surrounding green light flashed crazily.
Countless green vines grow crazily and spread crazily, weaving green barriers, blocking the surrounding space, eroding the space and routes that Qianlong can use to run at speed...
He was forced to slow down.
At the same time, while ancient magical spells were being chanted, countless fine pointed grasses suddenly grew on the ground, like steel needles, which could instantly pierce combat boots and pierce the soles of feet...
Severe pain came.
Qianlong made a move.
At this moment, several green poisonous dragon vines spread like lightning to catch the flaw of their prey, entangled him instantly, wrapping him like green rice dumplings.
"Lord Qianlong..."
The gods of the war department who saw this scene in the distance were stunned, gave up their tactics and retreated, turned around and charged.
"Haha, I have already set up a network and am waiting for you."
The Wood Spirit Dragon looked up to the sky and laughed: "The new gods are destined to be a bunch of waste wasting resources... Set up an array and kill them all."
There was the sound of boiling poisonous liquid in the green rice dumplings, and the green vines were corroded and broken.
A palm covered in green venom stretched out from it.
The Wood Spirit Dragon sneered, channeling the power of dozens of magical gods around him, and more green poisonous dragon vines spread. On the surface of the vines, there were scales like fish scales, which were tougher. In addition, there were also fine and dense vines attached to them. Green thorns can penetrate gold and stone. Once pierced into the body, even the gods will be instantly anesthetized...
These terrible vines
The vines once again entangled the 'green rice dumpling' tightly.
"Haha, I want to capture Qianlong alive and then execute him in public..."
Wood Spirit Dragon laughed and said: "I accept the first victory in attacking the Sword Temple, hahahahaha..."
The words have not yet finished.
A feeling of heart palpitations came suddenly without any warning.
Immediately afterwards, the twenty gods who originally chanted the spells had a look of horror on their faces. They actually lost their sense of Aoki's divine power and could no longer use spells to activate the divine power...
"ah……"
A divine warrior who was directly affiliated with Lord Aoki suddenly let out a scream, and then his whole body was like a melted candle. His muscles instantly turned into a pool of smelly liquid, revealing his white bones...
It was as if he died and rotted instantly.
Then such horrific scenes spread like a plague.
More powerful divine warriors and divine magicians of the Aoki Protoss instantly rotted and liquefied to death...
A look of fear appeared on Mu Linglong's face.
Feeling the declining divine power in his body, he subconsciously turned back and looked into the distance.
Something terrible happened.
Under the great crown of Lord Qingmu, something unexpected happened.
At this moment, Mu Linglong's face turned as pale as paper.
Although this idea is absurd, it is the only reason that can explain why so many divine warriors and warlocks directly affiliated with the Lord Aoki have lost their divine power and rotted to death in an instant.
The divine power and lifespan of the dependents are all borrowed from the gods of Xinyang. Once the gods they believe in die and lose their master, they will also lose everything they have.
The dead divine warriors and warlocks, because they had the divine power shared by Lord Aoki, were able to gain powerful power in non-godly bodies and lived for a long time in mortal bodies...
After losing their power, their mortal bodies instantly decayed and died.
Even if the Wood Spirit Dragon is not a dependent, the fall of the main god will have an impact on the high-ranking god. He can clearly sense the decline of the power in his body...'
This made him lose his mind and fall into great fear.
And it was at this moment——
puff.
A palm with green venom penetrated his chest.
There is also a heart in the palm.
A heart that had just been removed from his chest and was still beating freshly.
"Uh...you?"
A look of pain appeared on Mu Linglong's face, and blood overflowed from his mouth and nose.
It was no one else who attacked him.
It was the hidden dragon that had just quietly emerged from the 'green rice dumpling'.
At this time, Qianlong was in a miserable state.
His whole body was covered with green poisonous mucus, and the skin pierced by the green thorns of the vines was densely packed with holes, slowly exuding green venom. The skin was corroded with pits, and his face was corroded like the surface of the moon. , looks scary and scary...
The venom in his earthen jar overflowed, coupled with the paralyzing power of the green poisonous dragon vine and green thorns, two different poisonous forces spread crazily in his body, miraculously giving him a brand new power...
It was with the help of this power that Qianlong was able to take advantage of the great changes in the Qingmu Protoss to break through the 'green rice dumpling' and successfully attack the Wood Spirit Dragon.
"Hehehe, bastard, who do you think is a waste?"
Qianlong succeeded in the attack, with a ferocious look on his face, and his five fingers suddenly exerted force, crushing the wood spirit dragon's heart with a bang, and said loudly: "You old gods who oppress and exploit are a waste of resources in the divine world."
Wood Spirit Dragon still wanted to resist.
But the green venom spread instantly in his body. On normal days, he would never be so powerless. But at this time, he was already suffering from the loss of divine power. Under the attack of this poison, as his heart was broken, He immediately went limp...
The last of the six high-ranking gods of the Aoki Protoss died.
The originally arrogant Qingmu army was suddenly defeated like a mountain. The survivors, overwhelmed by fear, turned around and fled. They were defeated like a mountain.
Qianlong gasped for air, then turned around and ran away.
His condition is actually very bad.
The yellow clay pot behind him was shaking violently, and no poisonous gas was released.
Fortunately, the enemy army has been defeated.
Qianlong endured the severe pain and finally fled back to his camp out of breath. He drank a bottle of physical strength potion produced by Beichen Pharmaceutical Group and frantically applied medicine on his face...
No matter what, you must protect your handsome face from being disfigured.
"retreat."
Qianlong did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but simply ordered a retreat.
The seventeenth divine power barrier has been worn out and cannot be defended for much longer.
However, the attacking enemy will soon come back again, because only the Aoki God Clan was defeated, and soldiers from the other three major God Clan will be continuously replenished.
The Sword Temple is an emerging force with many new gods under its command.
The number of simple gods far exceeds that of ordinary gods.
Even if the four major war gods unite, they can barely outnumber those from the Sword Temple...
But the Sword Temple also has a huge disadvantage——
The number of second-tier powerhouses such as the subordinate clansmen, divine warriors, and magicians, as well as the number of believers at the grassroots level, are really too few.
Believers are the strong foundation of the gods.
The major protoss have accumulated for countless years to have today's 'mass base'.
The Sword Temple rose too fast. Jian Xiaoyao's method broke the rules and built the temple from top to bottom. Although it had the most gods, it was too late to cultivate believers, resulting in insufficient combat power at the grassroots level.
So it cannot withstand consumption.
In such a war, counterattack becomes unnecessary.
"Aoki actually... fell."
In the sky, the faces of the three major gods, including the Lord of Ore, showed expressions of incredible astonishment.
An existence of the same level as them quickly fell.
This was a huge shock to them.
Could it be that Jian Xiaoyao took action himself?
"Can't wait any longer."
The owner of the ore looked sharp and said decisively: "Force Jian Xiaoyao to come out."
He raised his leg in the air and stepped towards the divine power barrier of the Sword Temple below.
A giant rock foot suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth. It fell from the sky and stepped hard on the eighteenth layer of the divine power barrier. The barrier suddenly collapsed. The giant foot stepped down all the way, knocking down the nineteenth, twentieth, and twentieth layers. The layers of divine power barriers were instantly crushed and turned into fragments...
The terrifying divine power surged like a flash flood.
This kind of main god-level power cannot be resisted by the five great dandies and other new gods.
"broken……"
Qianlong realized that something was wrong, but was unable to stop it. He could only watch the huge rock footprints, crushing the barriers, and pressing down towards the ground, carrying the breath of death...
boom!
A roar sounded.
Twenty meters above the ground, a thin layer of light-colored light film appeared without warning. It seemed as fragile as a bubble, but it blocked the footsteps of the Lord of Ore and protected all the new gods under it...
"Dream bubble?"
The Lord of the Ore was startled, and then a look of surprise and fear appeared on his face, and said: "But Lord Yao, His Majesty, took action? I wonder why Your Majesty wants to protect these rebellious new gods?"
The power of this main god-level formation can only be mastered by one person in the vast world of gods.
Yao Lord God.
A mysterious and lazy goddess.
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