"This little guy will naturally belong to my restaurant, you won't rob me of it, right?" The big fat man who held a rice spoon in his left hand and an iron pot in his right hand laughed twice, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, a wisp of gold shrouded Oscar's body.

"That guy named Tang San is actually the most suitable for the Shura inheritance, but since he has been chosen by the sea god, then I will reluctantly accept you. The Nine Generations Shura God waved the crimson long sword in his hand, and a wisp of blood swept out from the tip of the sword, dotting around Extreme Douluo Tang Chen, completely enveloping it.

"Your martial soul is the Nine Treasure Glazed Tower, which is the best of the auxiliary martial souls, and it is very suitable to join our Caixian Palace. ”

The nine-colored light of the nine generations of nine-colored goddesses was intertwined, and Ning Rongrong was selected, "After your divine light shines into a god, I will inherit the position to you, and you are the ten-generation nine-colored goddess." ”

"Bo Saixi, you have done your best on Seagod Island and served me for hundreds of years, so you will follow Tang San as a divine envoy in the future. In terms of status, the nine generations of divine envoys are higher than the ten generations of gods. The eighth generation of the sea god said lightly, the golden trident in his hand vibrate, and a brilliant blue light fell on Bo Saixi's body.

"Your body is a soft bone rabbit, and the soul bone has its own charm amplification, so why don't you join our charm wind hall. The Nine Generations of Charm Goddess looked at Xiao Wu, her posture was enchanting, and her speech seemed to have a kind of magic power, as if she could lose people's hearts.

"Although your talent is not as good as Tang San, but you have the power of the phoenix, and the phoenix and my dragon clan also have some friendship, not to mention that they have all joined the Longhai Pavilion, you should also join the Longhai Pavilion. The Eighth Dragon King glanced at Ma Hongjun, his calm voice fell, and he opened his mouth to spit out a strand of white silk thread wrapped around Ma Hongjun's body.

......

After a while, the huge Tang Gate had several more brilliant rays of light, and these rays were all from the hands of those gods in the distant sky. When they have a goal, they naturally want to take possession of it as soon as possible.

"Lord Seagod, Extreme Douluo Tang Chen, Bo Saixi, Soft Bone Douluo, White Tiger Douluo, God of Food Douluo, Phoenix Douluo, Nine Colors Douluo, Nether Douluo...... Oh my God, the first batch of people who started the Tang Sect were all favored by the gods!"

"In other words, they are all about to enter the divine realm!"

"Huh, what about the master of the Tang Sect, why is he not favored by the gods!"

"Hehe, the master of the Tang Sect is so powerful, maybe he is originally a person in the divine realm. ”

"Then you say, which force is the master of the Tang Sect?"

......

Playing with Tang San and the others, the brilliant light that represented being chosen, and the faces of the soul masters were filled with envy.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the void trembled, and several divine rainbows in the Tang Gate rushed into the sky.

In the next moment, the bodies of Tang Chen, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai and the others seemed to have lost control, and they inexplicably rose into the air, each flying towards a different god in the distant sky.

"Master, the disciple can't move! you save me!" Ma Hongjun shouted at Wu Fang, shouting with a little panic, but no matter how hard he struggled, his body still slowly flew towards the eighth generation dragon king.

"Master, the disciple doesn't want to join that Colorful Immortal Palace, and don't do anything like a nine-colored goddess. The disciple is like staying in the Tang Gate, woo woo. Ning Rongrong pretended to be pitiful and cried for help to Wu Fang.

"Master, the disciple doesn't want to be at the mercy of others, he wants to choose his own path, I just want to guard Rongrong, where she is, the disciple is taking it. Oscar bowed to Wu Fang with all his might, his eyes pleading.

......

Not only Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, but also Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing and others, resisted one by one, as if they wanted to get rid of the shackles of those gods in the distant sky.

Click, click!

However, when Ma Hongjun, Oscar and the others were about to fly in front of the major gods of the God Realm, the various divine lights that were bound to them shattered.

Ma Hongjun, Oscar and others, who had regained control of their bodies, glanced at each other, and then flew behind Wu Fang without hesitation, looking at the gods in the sky one by one vigilantly.

"A hundred years ago, some of you had a relationship with this seat, and now, digging the foot of the wall in front of this seat, is this really good?" At this moment, a joking voice floated out of the air, clearly reaching the ears of everyone in the Douluo Continent and even the gods.

"When the day of God's calling comes, we have the right to take away the lineage we have seen. The nine-colored goddess's gaze fell on Wu Fang's body and spoke lightly.

"Right, who gave you the right!" The smile on the corner of Wu Fang's mouth gradually contained, and his expression became extremely cold.

"This has been the case since the day of the first divine calling!" the Nine Colored Priestess replied in a loud voice, "A hundred years ago, I witnessed the battle between you and the Nine Generations of Angel Gods. I have to say, you are very strong, I am not your opponent. But you should know that there are many gods in the divine realm who are more powerful than you, and you are going to disobey the rules they set in the first place?"

Hearing the words of the Nine Colored Goddess, Wu Fang smiled inexplicably: "Then in your opinion, what is the level of strength of this seat?"

"It is rumored that even the eighth generation of sea gods was defeated by you, presumably you should be a certain seventh generation god who has never joined any forces!" The Nine Colored Goddess seemed to rely on the Caixian Palace behind her, facing Wu Fang, with no fear on her face.

"So, are you going to insist on taking away the disciples of this seat?" Wu Fang clasped his hands in front of his chest, looking at the Nine-Colored Goddess with interest, and the corners of his mouth were playful.

"This is nature!" the Nine-Colored Goddess snorted coldly, and then the nine-colored light spurted out all over her body, intertwining into a nine-colored ribbon.

However, just as the Nine Colored Goddess's voice fell, the void around her twisted violently before the ribbon could be waved.

Then, with a loud bang, the space where the Nine Colored Goddess was located exploded along with herself, turning into a rain of light and scattered in the sky.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the distant sky became strange, the air seemed to freeze suddenly, and the breathing became suffocating, extremely depressing.

At this moment, nine generations of dark gods, nine generations of food gods, eight generations of dragon kings, nine generations of Shura gods, nine generations of charm goddesses, and eight generations of sea gods...... All the gods were stunned.

One by one, they stared at the space where the nine-colored goddess was located in a trance, looking at the scattered light and rain, and couldn't return to their senses for a long time. Until when his eyes fell on Wu Fang's body, when he met the other party's playful gaze, his body trembled suddenly, and he couldn't help but feel a touch of jealousy between his eyebrows.

This scene happened so suddenly that they were caught off guard!

Especially those gods who had never seen Wu Fang a hundred years ago, their faces were even more incredulous!