The Sun God Dynasty, located in the west of the Canglan Continent, is rich in resources, has many mineral veins, believes in the Sun God, and is a country with the integration of politics and religion.

Fu Yang walked alone, on the streets of the Sun Holy City.

Locals generally prefer white as the main color of clothing, which is sacred and serene.

Of course, the Sun God Dynasty is not a single thought, but a diversified trend, although the Sun God Cult is dominant, but magic and vindictive spirit are still prevalent.

The only prohibition on the entire continent that prohibits the cultivation of the human race, which is a taboo of the gods, and no one is allowed to violate it, otherwise, it will end up very miserable.

Here, there is a mixture of races, with eastern and western faces, and of course there are some unusual red skin and blue hair, which are put together and do not look unusual at all, because the creatures have gradually evolved to the most suitable state.

A magician with a staff in his hand has a status much higher than that of ordinary people, and he is equivalent to an aristocratic existence.

Of course, the stout warriors, carrying heavy weapons, are intimidating.

Every scene is imprinted in Fu Yang's eyes, he is like a passerby, wandering leisurely in the city, watching the things of the past.

To compete for a plane, we first need to start with luck, and how to judge luck is what people want.

If it was, the cultivator was dominant, Fu Yang could easily intervene, summon the origin, and let the Heavenly Dao approve it.

But now it is different, the belief of the gods of the heavens is dominant, and the cultivators are weak and close to extinction.

After 10,000 years of infiltration, ninety percent of the luck fell into the hands of the gods.

But there is one thing that is still very lucky, the gods are not in the same camp, which gives Fu Yang a gap to subvert one force after another.

A carriage guarded by rows of guards in silver armor, with sunflowers carved on the carriage. That's the royal Peugeot.

Traveling in a carriage, it can almost be concluded that it is a princess.

Generally, when the prince travels, he rides a bright wildebeest, showing the majesty of the royal family.

However, in Fu Yang's opinion, how sad it was, a group of animals that were just shepherded by the gods. The royal family and nobles are the animals that are better treated.

"A hundred years of sacrifice, Princess Qingyue is a devotee, and it is really enviable to enter the kingdom of the sun god."

Someone's voice fell into Fu Yang's ears, and his brows furrowed, the devotee was not a sacrifice.

After slaughtering so many gods, Fu Yang certainly understood that Shinto was some information, among which the law of sacrifice was the most common. Believers generally offer precious things to communicate with the gods and thus obtain great benefits, such as longevity and strength, which can be obtained from sacrifices.

Of course, you have to look at the object of the sacrifice, if it is a ruthless and cunning demon god, it is estimated that the sacrificer may be calculated.

"The sun gods. I'll pull out all the gods. Fu Yang smiled slightly.

If there were gods behind him, it would be difficult for Fu Yang to support the cultivators. Once the communication of the gods disappeared, they fell into a panic.

In fact, it is the superiors who really want to maintain the status quo, they have gained wealth and status and power from the gods, and they do not want to lose it, and they must help the gods spread their faith.

Ordinary people. If the cultivator becomes stronger, then the monastic path will become popular, and naturally, he will no longer believe in the gods he has done.

Fu Yang was very clear. The resurgence of the cultivator will soon capture the hearts of the people, after all, it was a legend 10,000 years ago, and it is impossible to erase it.

He still has a move to move, and the dark god system can be mobilized.

In the Heavenly Plane, Fu Yang was able to order the Dark God Emperor to act, and at the same time, he was thinking about how to make the Dark God System stronger.

The power of the Three Realms is not suitable for walking on the Heavenly Plane, after all, it is too weak.

Fu Yang's figure disappeared into the vast crowd.

In the carriage, an old woman with her eyes closed suddenly opened her eyes, opened the curtain, and looked at the location where Fu Yang had disappeared.

"Mama, what did you find?" The girl in the same carriage asked.

"Princess Qingyue, I'm afraid I'm disappointed you, the warrior you hoped for didn't appear." The old woman's tone was slightly mean.

The girl's expression couldn't help but look gloomy.

The royal family, on the surface, looks infinitely beautiful, but behind the scenes, the viciousness is better than ordinary people.

In a theocratic country, the words of the emperor are often not counted, and a religious leader is the real ruler.

This is the case with the Sun Emperor, who wants his daughter to be sacrificed and get ethereal stability.

But mortals simply can't fight against God.

Moreover, the gods faced the vassal planes of the three realms without any mercy at all.

Entering a sacred temple, it was as if there was a pair of eyes, and they were paying attention to this place all the time, and Fu Yang entered incognito, regardless of whether he was discovered or not.

A stream of aura is hidden in the temple, the strongest one has the Yuanying level, and the rest are at the Jindan level.

Fu Yang shook his head in disappointment, he was too weak.

The top threefold heavenly plane, there are tribulation periods, and Mahayana monks exist.

And here, Yuan Ying is already the pinnacle of existence.

In the past, the five-fold heavenly plane, but there were void immortals in charge, and there was no shortage of true immortals who were unwilling to escape into the heavenly realm, and they actually fell into this field.

Knowing that only Yuan Ying was in charge, Fu Yang was naturally able to run rampant.

Followed by Princess Qingyue, there was a group of nuns following, in fact, to prevent escape.

A semi-enclosed room in which Princess Kiyotsuki is under house arrest.

Princess Qingyue, who was only twenty-eight years old, sat leisurely and melancholy in front of the dresser, her face showing a long-hidden melancholy color.

"Are you willing to be a sacrifice?"

A voice resounded in the room, making Princess Qingyue's expression tense and asking, "Who?" ”

There is a faint blue halo on the body, which is characteristic of the water element.

"I'm asking you, and I'm answering yes." The voice sounded again.

Qing Yue looked at the guards through the window, but found that they were indifferent, and did not notice anything unusual in the room at all.

"What if you don't want to, can you change my fate?" Princess Qingyue said helplessly.

For a long time, the princess who was chosen as a devotee has never been able to escape, let alone a sorcerer who was barely promoted to magician.

"Why not? If the god of the sun that you believe in dies, you will not be doomed. ”

The voice came into Qingyue's ears, and she trembled with fright, and it took a long time to spit out the word 'god-killing' from her mouth.

This voice naturally came from Fu Yang, who was in the room.

The outside world is shrouded in an enchantment, and the situation inside is not abnormal at all.

"Killing gods, that's exactly what I'm considering, isn't it impossible to achieve?" Fu Yang said confidently.

Out of thin air, a figure appeared, it was a young man, with a confident smile on his face, Princess Qingyue, who was at a loss for a while, couldn't help but take a step back and looked at the man in front of her vigilantly. (To be continued.) )