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[Chapter 761]: Many creations worship gods

When the golden phantom heard Fang Zhan Tiandi's words, he just nodded calmly, then glanced at the ground light curtain in front of him, and said softly: "I have to go back, a wisp of remnant soul has been away from the altar for too long, and there is a risk of collapse." ”

Fang Zhantian's heartstrings trembled, and he moved his gaze to the light curtain, he really wanted to pray that the golden phantom would stay here for a while, so that he could see more of the children who had grown up in this life.

But Fang Zhantian greedily glanced at the child's appearance a few more times, closed his eyes, and nodded lightly.

Seeing this, the golden phantom suddenly shrank into a wisp of golden flame, the light curtain disappeared in an instant, and the dark starry sky was still silent and lonely.

This wisp of golden flame shuttled through the void again, returning to the Divine Gate in the distance.

The Changge Gate was quiet again.

Over here...... It is a lonely and lifeless fortress land, and only one lonely father guards this place alone, fulfilling his promise to guard the Shenwu Continent, which is thousands of miles away.

No one knew he was here except the Golden Phantom.

The clan does not know, the father is not there, and the brother does not know.

Even if it's a wife and child among your closest relatives, you don't know!

Faintly, the lifeless Changge Gate seemed to sound a low sobbing sound trying to contain emotions......

Twenty breaths later, this wisp of golden flame shuttled through the void and returned to the Divine Sun Altar.

The golden phantom has no pupils, and the eyes flicker.

Fang Zhi's figure stood in front of the ancestor in front of him, and for a moment, he only felt pressure, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

"Child, what's your name?" the golden phantom looked at Fang Zhi, and suddenly spoke softly, asking lovingly.

"The name of the boy, the ambition of the sky. Fang Zhi replied in an echo.

"As a remnant, I really don't know what to give you...... I don't know how much ancestral blood is left in my long dead body, but if you return to my clan, you can take it all. Even if you don't have ancestral blood, you can take one of my weapons or martial arts, and you can choose it. The golden phantom smiled lightly, and the words fell!

Suddenly, his phantom began to boil, golden flames intertwined and burned, and the temperature between heaven and earth skyrocketed.

Many golden flames were intertwined and smelted together, and about twenty breaths had passed.

A pictographic ancient character was suddenly condensed into the Golden Flame Divine Seal.

In an instant, this Golden Flame Divine Seal flew past the center of Fang Zhidi's eyebrows, instantly merging into his soul.

"This is a wisp of my remnant soul, when you are twenty years old, you must return to the clan, there ...... There is a creation left for you by your relatives, and there is also a creation given to you, remember to keep this matter in mind!"

An ethereal voice echoed in Fang Zhidi's mind.

The golden phantom turned into a wisp of residual flame and flew back to the totem of the Divine Yang Altar to recuperate, obviously he gave Fang Zhidi this divine seal, which cost him a lot of cultivation.

"My relatives ......" Fang Zhi smiled bitterly when he heard this, then shook his head to himself, and said with a bitter smile: "The kid is an orphan, and he has relatives, but I still remember what my predecessors said, before the age of twenty, I will definitely return to the clan." ”

The empty Shenyang altar once again seemed very empty.

The remaining eight totems on the sky have all returned to their original positions.

The victory and defeat have been divided, Fang Zhi has already become an eleven people through the ages, even if it is the sky, it is difficult to stop him!

But......

Is the creation of the Divine Yang Altar limited to this?

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth burst out with a ray of divine light.

This wisp of divine brilliance is intertwined with colorful clouds, like a fairy glow.

Xianxia practiced for thousands of miles, with a thick divine mist.

The nine totems all emitted a hint of chirping.

The next moment!

In the clouds and mist of the colorful fairy land, two things suddenly poured out.

One is a pitch-black battle helmet and battle armor.

There was also a black token with an obscure inscription on the corner.

In the center of the inscription, an altar is depicted.

The scene of the vision of the colorful gods of heaven and earth immediately attracted the attention of Wang Shicai, who had been waiting in the altar for a long time.

When he witnessed the pitch-black battle helmet and battle armor with his own eyes, his chest suddenly rose and fell, and Wang Shicai subconsciously screamed: "This son...... Worship the gods?"

Just when Fang Zhi was confused, a calm and majestic voice resounded in his heart.

"Er, are you willing to fight for my Shenwu Clan's Heavenly General, for the martial arts, and not hesitate to die?"

"Er, are you willing to fight for my Shenwu Clan's heavenly general, for the common people, at the cost of dying?"

"Er, are you willing to fight for my Shenwu Clan's Heavenly General, for the Dao, and not hesitate to die?"

The sound of rolling thunder resounded in Fang Zhidi's heart, and for a moment, Fang Zhi only felt that the overwhelming heavenly power was slowly surging.

This heavenly power is enough to compare with the will of the Thunder Tribulation.

When Fang Zhi heard these three short sentences, he only felt that the blood was surging, and he couldn't help but feel a strong battle intent welling up in his heart, and there was a scene in front of him where a group of warriors wearing battle armor and holding swords and a group of three-headed and six-armed demons were fighting angrily.

The scene is extremely bloody, with overwhelming warriors and endless demonic people, intertwined and killed, and it is difficult to distinguish them.

Mountains of corpses and rivers of blood!

But when Fang Zhi looked at those three-headed and six-armed demons, a chill and anger grew from the bottom of his heart.

It seems that between the two races, there is a deep blood feud that is difficult to resolve.

"Er, why don't you answer?"

In the sky, a majestic sound, thunder sounded rollingly.

At this moment, Fang Zhi suddenly raised his head, his posture was upright, he clenched his fists and bowed his body, and replied sonorously: "I am willing to be the heavenly general of the Shenwu Clan, and I will not hesitate to fight, just to seek the Tao!"

"Very good!"

Above the sky, the sound of majesty sounded.

"You are the first Heavenly General of the Shenwu Clan in 10,000 years, I hope you will fulfill your responsibilities!"

I saw that above the sky, the pitch-black battle helmet, battle armor and token fell through the sky.

Fang Zhi's big hand suddenly grabbed it, and the token instantly recognized him as the master, and the battle helmet and battle armor covered his physical body for a moment, Fang Zhi only felt that this battle helmet and battle armor were extremely tenacious and strong soldiers.

And...... It seems to be a middle-grade Dao soldier, and they are not dead things, they seem to be pregnant with a trace of life?

Fang Zhi was hard to determine, but the moment he got the three treasures, the vision between heaven and earth began to gradually dissipate.

Thunder was rolling inside the Fengshen Gate, and a strong repulsive force echoed in it.

Fang Zhi understood that it was time to go back.

He has already gained a lot from this creation.

The many chains on the altar of Shenyang have all collapsed and fallen silent, and the nine pairs of totems are gradually introverted and turned into stone paintings, all the vitality of the earth is gradually hidden, and the heaven and earth of the god gate are collapsing.

It's just that...... Just when Fang Zhi was about to leave the place.

A fierce and murderous voice suddenly shook in the Fengshen Gate.

"Death to the erector!"

Next breath!

A high-pitched sword groan, shaking the sky, a sword intent that is enough to kill the Eight Desolate Lands of the Phase, is coming!