Ruochen had just swept away all this filth with the fire of judgment, and Tyrone's second punch fell.

"Second punch, Lord of the Earth!"

Gordontes inherited the bloodline of the ancient Titans, and as long as he stood on the earth, he could have endless power.

This punch brought the pure violence to the extreme, directly blasting the conviction fire in the sky, the third punch has not yet fallen, and the qi formed by the second punch has locked Ruochen, no matter how she moves, she must resist the next blow.

Ruochen couldn't stabilize anymore at this time, and she knew that if she didn't try her best, she might not be able to catch the third punch. And what makes her even more jealous is that there may be a fourth punch or even a fifth punch that will follow.

As for the sixth, or even the seventh, which represents Ragnarok at the end, it is not considered at all. Because it is no longer within the reach of mortals, even the gods may not be able to use it.

But even so, the first three punches have already exerted unimaginable power, Ruochen knows in his heart that he has done his best to take the third punch, if Tyrone can still perform the fourth punch, then he will be blown up directly, and there is no room for even a turnaround.

"Alright, that's it. ”

Just as the third collision was about to erupt, an indifferent but unquestionable voice suddenly sounded, and this voice seemed to have boundless power, representing the divine power of the goddess of peace and the evil power of Tagandez, and the whole world returned to the dark calm.

Ruochen took the opportunity to retreat back to his original position, but his face no longer had the pride he had before, and instead looked at the owner of the voice, Volibel, in extreme shock.

"It is possible to use boundless wisdom to eliminate war into nothingness...... You are one of the twelve main gods, the patron of Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war!"

Volibell didn't know when he got up from the sedan chair, holding a scepter and looking down at everyone on the field with a condescending attitude, the sacred and inviolable divinity made everyone can't help but have an illusion of wanting to surrender.

"The power of the gods is crushed, the twelve main gods who reign in the temple of the gods, rule over all gods, the status and majesty are inviolable, and the power full of divinity can have a suppressive effect on any god, this is the glory of the true god!"

After suppressing the scene as soon as he made an understatement, Volibel's smile remained unchanged, as if he was the master of the world at this moment.

"Okay, Tyrone, you don't have to make such a big fuss, although Ruochen is a mere woman, her strength cannot be ignored, and now she does have the right to talk to me head-on. ”

Although Volibell's tone was kind, but his words were full of deep arrogance, he inadvertently showed discrimination against women, and also used the word "temporary", obviously he didn't really put Ruochen in his eyes, and now his polite performance is just a hypocrisy driven by interests.

Ruochen naturally heard the hidden meaning of Volibel's words, but no matter how humiliated she felt, she didn't dare to attack, because she knew that the gap between her own strength and the other party was so huge that she didn't even have the slightest room for struggle, and the other party could kill herself on the spot with just one blow.

This is the majesty of the patron of the twelve main gods, the suppression of divinity, and must have more than three times the power to be able to compete with it.

Seeing Ruochen succumb to his majesty, Volibel smiled with satisfaction and said to her, "The descendants of the gods and demons you hunted, about what is called Matheraton, inherited the bloodline of the gods and demons is extremely meager, but it is a lowly and worthless goods. ”

Volibel didn't notice that when he said this, the ugly man behind Ruochen, who had always been silent, had a resentful glint in his eyes.

"I don't know that I have already obtained the blood of gods and demons, and I have hunted a descendant of the Gods and Demons Sect who is extremely rich in blood and has inherited the sixteenth rank among the seventy-two gods and demons. ”

A palm-sized green treasure appeared in Volibel's hand, shimmering with a crystal light, and it didn't look like the blood of gods and demons at all.

But everyone could feel the strange aura emanating from it, which was something that only the extremely rich blood of gods and demons could emit.

Among Solomon's seventy-two divine pillars, each god and demon has extremely powerful power, and the higher the ranking, the stronger the power.

What Matheraton inherited was nothing more than the sixty-first ranked Gods and Demons Sai Gong bloodline, and compared to the sixteenth-ranked Gods and Demons Sect, it was simply the gap between mortals and disciples, and apostles.

"Solomon's Key is about to be born, but due to the restrictions of the rules, all the strong people who serve the gods or above cannot make a move at all, once the godhead in their body is sensed, Solomon's Key will disappear immediately, and it will only appear in the next century. ”

"Now in the Heavenly God Kingdom, there are countless strong people who have competed for the blood of gods and demons, but there are only a few people who can really get on the stage, including me. Volibel's powerful momentum suddenly burst forth, and his tone was unprecedentedly serious: "I have conquered the kingdom of the heavens and gods, recruiting strong men for my use, as long as you surrender to me and help me capture the key of Solomon, you will receive great rewards!"

Ruochen suddenly felt an irresistible force pressing towards her, and she knew that as long as she dared to refuse Volibel's recruitment, she would be killed on the spot immediately, and there was no room for bargaining.

"Promise him ......"

Just when Ruochen was uncertain, a cold voice sounded directly in her heart, after hearing this voice, she immediately looked up at Volibel in front of her, and when she saw that the other party's face was still that faint smile, there was nothing unusual, only to secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and then pretended to be reluctant, nodding stiffly and agreeing to surrender.

Anas turned pale, and now that Ruochen was recruited, all the plots he had planned before would be shattered. But even though he was already in the boat, he still wondered where Griffins was going.

Ruochen had already conceived a flawless lie in her mind, and she subtly and unprecedentedly combined the blood of gods and demons with the whereabouts of Griffins, weaving the image of a villain who forgot his righteousness.

In the end, she confessed the identity of the ugly-faced man behind her, who was actually the changed human form of Matheraton, a descendant of gods and demons.

As for the metal kingdom, Ruochen showed a posture of abandoning it, and directly left it in this ring and left it to fend for itself.

For Ruochen's calm performance, Arras's face was even more ugly, and just when he was about to provoke with words, Volibel interrupted his words with a wave of his hand, and led everyone directly towards the area where the prophecy appeared on the grounds that Solomon's Key appeared immediately.

It was only a long time after the group left, the Spartan kingdom moved again, and at the same time, the totem erected in the center flashed with gray-cyan divine light, and the undispersed fog emerged out of thin air, and finally covered the entire kingdom of the gods, floating quietly in this universe as invisible.

Mount Grenya, a bizarre mountain range that spans the universe. There are countless myths about the Grenia Mountains, but no one can know for sure the real reason for their birth, and even time cannot be fathomed, as if the Grenia Mountains have existed in this world since the creation of the primordial gods.

The Grenia Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and even the gods can't see the end in sight. But it is such a huge mountain range, but it is covered with rough, hard rocks, and even weeds cannot survive, let alone find a trace of life.

Except for the euphemistic mountain structure, it has no value, and over time it becomes a remote sight that no one cares about.

But it was such a barren area, and suddenly a large number of strong people gathered, thousands, and believers of various gods gathered here, among which there was even no lack of disciples, even apostle-level powerhouses.

And in the midst of these countless crowds, there were several camps, standing out like a flock of chickens outside the Grenia Mountains, surrounded by a vast vacuum, and no one dared to take a step off.

When Volibel and the others arrived, they immediately attracted everyone's attention, and Volibel suddenly released the momentum of his divine favor in a high-profile manner, and directly broke into the position closest to the Grenia Mountains in full view of everyone.

Originally, there was a camp of hundreds of people occupying this advantageous area, of which there were dozens of disciples alone, and there were more than five strong apostles.

But when they saw Volibel and the others coming, they didn't dare to resist at all, and they didn't even turn around and leave without even saying a word of nonsense. The tragedies that had happened several times before made them clearly realize the gap between themselves and the Lord God's patrons.

From the arrival of Volibel and the others to occupying a dominant position, the countless eyes concentrated on them were almost tabooly avoided, and only a few strands remained, unabashedly revealing the will to threaten.

"Hmph, extremely ignorant!"

Volibel snorted disdainfully, as if he didn't pay attention to these threatening eyes at all, but as the patron of the main god, he was powerful and transcendent, and he had always been the focus of contradictions and glory, and he had long been accustomed to all kinds of eyes. Now he spoke sarcastically, but it revealed another intriguing meaning.

Ruochen followed those few glances, her heart couldn't help but curl up, and when she held back her emotions and scanned them one by one, a layer of fine beads of sweat had faintly appeared on her body.

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It's been on the shelves for a month, although the results are very unsatisfactory, far below the bottom line in the heart of the winter melon, but the winter melon still has no intention of entering the palace, 300 people are booked, the number of words is 3 million, I just want to keep moving towards this goal, thank you for your support, thank you!