While Yang Jian and Li Juntian were concerned about the progress of the Apollo siblings, one person also expressed full concern about the current situation of Apollo. It's just that this concern is face-to-face.

"Oops, oops!" The young man, who had hidden himself in a large black mist, led a huge greyhound to Apollo's side, leaning down and looking at Apollo's face that he had turned over with the soles of his feet.

The fatal penetrating wound from the back shattered Apollo's divine core with unmistakable precision, and now Apollo's godhead, the main evidence of a god's claim to be a god, was unreservedly exposed to the eyes of young people.

Apollo's face was pale and miserable after such a fatal blow, and the pale golden blood that flowed from the wound almost drowned Apollo's entire body. But as the most handsome male deity in the Olympian gods, such a face and blood stained on his body not only did not damage his outstanding countenance, but also added a bit of forbidden beauty to it.

"Tsk. After admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him for a while, the young man suddenly turned his head to the girl standing beside him and said, "You are also the god of light, why do you think that your sense of existence is completely compared to him?"

The maiden hid herself—or rather, was cut off from a golden curtain of light—and the golden corridor where the smoke of war had cleared was pitch black, and the girl beside the young man became the only source of light in the long night.

"This place is full of the atmosphere of the underworld," the girl said to herself, judging the environment, "I don't like it. ”

"Well," the young man scratched his head in embarrassment, "anyway, Hades is our home...... Forget it, hey, what the hell is going on with you?"

I don't know if it's because I hit a soft nail at the girl's place, and the second half of the young man's sentence is full of gunpowder. The one he pointed at was also a young man hiding in the black fog, but the black fog that this young man was hiding in seemed to be winged.

"This and this, did you miss it for a while......" The young man wrapped in the wing-like black mist seemed to reveal a taste of weakness when he spoke, and it seemed that his face was a little unbearable when he missed this time, "But you see, that chick's weapons are all here, and her combat power has been cut by at least fifty percent. ”

"You don't come!" the young man holding the gray giant dog rolled his eyes, "Who doesn't know that this chick is not known for her excellent combat effectiveness at all." Ahem, it's okay for you to honestly admit that you've failed......"

"If you don't come, am I looking for the bottom of the stairs?"

“…… Isn't it?"

“…… Damn!"

………………

In a mausoleum that is not known to outsiders, Nezha's current name is Li Yaoshi (this name made Yang Jian speechless for a long time...... The dignified and first-class pinnacle Da Luo Jin Immortal is now in the depths of the water...... Oh no, it's in the midst of the "golden heat".

Originally, when Pharmacist Li received this task assigned to him by his senior brother, he was really full of confidence.

First, as the famous Da Luo Jin Immortal, he was one of the very few survivors who was sanctified in the flesh in the battle of the gods, even in the Shangyuan Immortal Realm, he was definitely able to walk sideways (although he always believed that if he really dared to walk sideways, he would definitely be beaten by his unsmiling father until his wife didn't know him), let alone in the Zhongyuan Human Realm in this area.

It's still the human realm after the end of the law!

Second, this place seems to be looking all over the Yang Mansion, and only he is the most suitable person to come here, or in other words, he is simply the nemesis of this mausoleum.

This splendid mausoleum is the resting place of the man who once burned the bag to claim to be the original king of mankind, so it must be filled with the power of the king that should not be underestimated.

Generally speaking, among the vast majority of social beings, there is always a group of individuals who can consciously or unconsciously exude an aura that can make their fellow creatures happy and convinced of themselves, and this aura is the so-called king and overlord aura......

Ahem, anyway, since the hero king who sleeps in this mausoleum is the "original king of the human world", and at the same time has the divinity of "two-thirds are gods and one-third are human", then this level of king's coercion will never be indifferent even if Da Luo Jinxian comes.

What's more, because of a series of well-known two-dimensional masterpieces originating from the eastern island countries, this hero king now has a lot of popularity.

If there is popularity, there will be fans, and when the worship of fans rises to a certain level, faith will arise.

With the blessing of the power of faith, coupled with the divinity that comes from the bloodline, this claim is the original king of mankind, and it is really not a joke.

And this kind of coercion, in essence, belongs to the suppression and impact of the soul and spirit. If the mana is really like a thousand troops, then the spiritual power is the general and marshal who sits in the commander's tent and commands the whole field, and if the spirit is suppressed, it is tantamount to losing the main general when the two armies are fighting! The danger in this can be imagined.

If you want to resist or completely crack it, you can only make a fuss about the soul and spirit. As a result, Nezha, or Pharmacist Li's figure appeared in Yang Jian's mind.

For a well-known reason, today's Pharmacist Li is not flesh and blood, but a soulless, lotus incarnated puppet man. In addition to having his own mental consciousness, it can be said that Pharmacist Li is no different from those puppets made from lotus flowers.

As a lotus incarnation, Pharmacist Li is like a fighting machine with talismans and magic patterns engraved all over his body, and he has no soul at all. Although, after being reborn, he was still able to use the spiritual power of the mind, which is what Westerners call spiritual power, but he lost the soul power that was the source of spiritual power, and now Pharmacist Li's own so-called spiritual power, in Yang Jian's words, is a mass of mana true qi entrenched in the brain.

In other words, the sea of knowledge in his mind has become another sea of qi that is different from the Dantian Jade Mansion, and Pharmacist Li's spiritual power is just another form of his use of "Qi". In this way, if the soul of Pharmacist Li is suppressed with the spirit of a king, it is tantamount to being incompatible.

It was because of Pharmacist Li's expression that he had always been very relaxed, even if he was shocked by this mausoleum when he first entered, but it was only because of the luxury of gold everywhere in this mausoleum, even when he was now caught in the impact of this monstrous wave composed entirely of gold, he was not worried at all.

I saw that there was a golden circle halo with a diameter of half a meter under the feet of Pharmacist Li, which shrouded his whole person, so that he could collapse outside the circle and the huge waves were monstrous, and he was not shocked in the circle, and he was spoiled and forgotten. In addition, adhering to Jin Kemu's principle, after Pharmacist Li released this Qiankun circle, he immediately sent out another powerful magic weapon of his - Hot Wheels.

As soon as this pair of Baolun appeared, they turned into two fire dragons that connected each other, protecting Pharmacist Li in the center, and everything that came into contact with the scorching heat of the golden wave was evaporated without a trace in an instant.

However......

Pharmacist Li, who was located in this absolutely safe place, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, or rather, liquid gold.

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to be surprised, because in the next moment, his sight was replaced by a piece of pure gold.

"Hahaha, the mongrels from there dare to disturb the peace of this king?!"

This was the last thing Pharmacist Li heard, an extremely arrogant voice.