Keep quiet!"

In the Valley of the Gods, when a sixth-generation god entered the range of the divine light released by the ancestral god statue, a priest immediately shouted.

In an instant, the noise died away, replaced by silence.

The clergy of Kamiya are stationed by specialized personnel, and they do not belong to any one force, but they are extremely powerful.

According to the Great Dao news, there are four generations of gods in secret!

This is also the reason why few gods dare to make trouble in Kamiya.

"Master, look there!" Tang San frowned, stretched out his hand and pointed to the east of the huge ancestral god statue, only to see a man appear there.

Suddenly, the eyes of the ancestral god statue shot out two red rays, intertwined, forming a huge phantom.

Within moments, the phantom was engaged in battle with the man.

The two figures were constantly intertwined, and all kinds of powerful divine skills were unleashed, if it weren't for the divine rays released by the gods, the aftermath of their battle alone would probably have destroyed this valley.

Bang!

The battle lasted for three minutes before ending with a loud explosion.

"Is this a failure for the six generations of tiger gods!"

"In terms of strength, I'm weaker than that tiger, wouldn't it be even more useless!"

"Oh my God, is it so hard to create a faction? And how do I feel that the Yellow level assessment is a little harder now than it used to be?"

......

With the defeat of the six generations of Tiger Gods, the phantom shadow in the battlefield returned to the eyes of the huge ancestral god statue.

"Next!" the cleric's cold voice sounded, and another powerful presence appeared in front of the ancestral god statue.

As before, the phantom of the two eyes of the idol reappeared, and the fierce battle began again.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Looking at the staggered figures on the battlefield, a smile rose at the corner of Wu Fang's mouth, and then walked towards a clergyman sitting on a chair.

"Are you here to create a force?"

The red-clothed clergyman raised his eyes and looked at Wu Fang, and his brows gradually furrowed: "It's very eye-catching, why haven't I seen you? ”

"This seat is the day of this divine calling. Wu Fang smiled and looked at the red-clothed clergy.

"Ridiculous! Is a newly ascended ten generations of gods going to create a force!"

Hearing Wu Fang's words, the red-clothed clergyman was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "Do you know that the assessment of the ancestral god statue is even the first yellow-level assessment, the six generations of gods have a chance of being seriously injured, and the seven generations of gods have the possibility of falling." If you go up, you will definitely die!"

The angry shouts of the red-clothed clergy immediately attracted the attention of some people in the valley, and one by one their eyes fell on Wu Fang and Tang San and his party.

"Are these the gods who were called on the day of God's calling?"

"No, those who can come up from below shouldn't have been favored by some forces before the divine call. ”

"It is true that four of them have become gods, but the person who wants to create a power does not have the slightest fluctuation of divine power in his body. ”

......

Dozens of hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at Wu Fang and his party, and there were many discussions.

"What? Is there a rule that only those who are above the seventh generation of gods are qualified to try it out and create a force?" Wu Fang looked at the red-clothed clergyman with a playful expression.

"Not really. Since you want to die, then I won't stop you. ”

The red-clothed clergyman glanced at Wu Fang coldly, "Name, there is also the force to be created." ”

Wu Fang smiled knowingly: "This seat Wu Fang, the force created by Wu Men is Wu Gate." ”

"Wu Sect, could it be that he is the master of the Tang Sect!"

"Do you know something? Who the hell is he? Isn't he from the Nether?"

"I only found out on the way here! This time, on the day of the divine summoning, almost all the nine generations of gods were present, and even the eight generations of dragon gods and eight generations of sea gods went, they originally all had their favorite inheritors, but the people they fancied turned out to be from the same force in the lower realm. The name of this force is Tangmen!"

"However, none of these people in the Tang Sect are willing to join the Divine Realm forces. Later, the nine generations of nine-colored goddesses and the nine generations of charming goddesses shot one after another, but they were all killed by the master of the Tang Sect. It is rumored that the master of the Tang Sect also released a sentence to create a force called the Wu Sect in the God Realm!"

"In this way, isn't he the master of the Tang Sect who killed the Nine Generations of Nine Colored Goddesses and the Nine Generations of Charm Goddesses!"

......

Huo Ran, and the crowd looked at Wu Fang again, and there was a look of surprise in their eyes. Even the red-clothed clergyman's face changed slightly.

"Nine generations of gods, compared to the yellow-level assessment, it is not a level at all. However, before you step into the god realm, you have the strength to kill nine generations of gods, and it is enough to be demonic. The six generations of tiger gods who had been defeated before glanced at Wu Fang and said lightly, with a little appreciation in his eyes.

Wu Fang ignored everyone's gaze, and after registering, he took Tang San and his party to line up leisurely.

Bang!

Soon, the battle in front of the idol had another result, and the six generations of gods were also defeated.

"Next!" the clergyman spoke again.

......

In the continuous sound of battle, in just a quarter of an hour, seven sixth-generation gods were defeated, and none of them passed the yellow-level assessment of the ancestral god statue.

"Next one!" the clergyman's gaze fell on Wu Fang's body, and he let out a shout.

"Look, it's the turn of the Tang Sect Master who just came up from the Nether Realm to appear!"

"Even if he can kill the Nine Generations of Gods, at most he will only have the strength of the Eight Generations of Gods! In front of the Ancestral God Statue, the Eight Generations Gods will only have one death!"

"He killed the Nine Generations of Nine Colored Goddesses and the Nine Generations of Charm Goddesses, and died in the hands of the Ancestral Statue, it is much better than being found by the people of the Caixian Palace and the Charm Wind Hall!"

......

Due to the particularity of Wu Fang, when he was just shrouded by the divine light released by the ancestral god statue, everyone cast their eyes on the play.

Whew!

The eyes of the ancestral god shot out a ray of red light, intertwining into a phantom shadow in the void.

The phantom was like a dead man, there was no expression on his cold face, and the moment he formed, he appeared in front of Wu Fang in a step, the speed was extremely fast, and then he directly punched Wu Fang's chest.

Wherever it passed, the void collapsed directly, and a series of pitch-black spatial openings emerged, and a terrifying black lightning could be faintly seen in the gaps.

Clang!

The phantom's powerful punch slammed into Wu Fang's body with precision and accuracy.

However, listening to the sound of the collision, this punch did not feel like it hit the flesh, but more like it hit an indestructible star iron meteorite.

The latter's expression did not change in the slightest, and he looked calm and breezy from beginning to end. Even after looking at the phantom, he nodded appreciatively.

Through the combat power presented by this phantom, Wu Fang judged the strength of the six generations of gods, which was probably equivalent to the master of the Perfect World Slashing Realm.

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