The two major gods, the god of rivers and the god of joy, are gods with weak divine power. They don't have many followers, and they all depend on Gabriel, the god of light. If they can gain the strength of the followers of the Republic of Brentania, they can go one step further and become stronger.

"Let's go!"

Gabriel smiled faintly, like a ghost, and strode towards the interior of the Colorful Divine Kingdom.

The god of the river and the goddess of joy followed.

"The surface world is so weak, there is not even a single god with a strong divine power level, and they are still intriguing with each other. It's really self-defeating. It's a pity that that seal is too powerful for your majesty to leave, otherwise, a rich place like the surface world would have been in the pocket of our dragon clan a long time ago!"

A strong man of the Blue Star Dragon Clan with a Tyrannosaurus dragon head, a humanoid torso, four meters tall, wearing a black armor, exuding a terrifying and domineering aura, looked at Gabriel and his party from a distance, and said with a cold smile.

As the most outstanding heir of the Dragon Killing God, you will definitely inherit the power of the Crown and spread the glory of the Crown. ”

A Blue Star Dragon Clan powerhouse with a swift dragon head, a humanoid torso, and a cyan armor smiled slightly.

Another Blue Star Dragon Clan powerhouse who was ten meters tall and had a dragon head also nodded in agreement.

The Blue Star Dragon Clan powerhouse with the head of the Overlord Dragon Dragon was the ninth son of the Killing Dragon God, Jiudi, a terrifying powerhouse at the peak of the demigods.

Under the throne of the Killing Dragon God, he has the [Seven Fangs of the Killing God] [Thirty-six Claws of the Killing God], and the forty-two gods are his subordinate gods, and they are directly under his rule.

The seven gods in the [Seven Fangs of God Killing] are all gods of the weak level of divine power. The thirty-six gods in the [Thirty-six Claws of the Killing God] are all weak level gods.

The two Blue Star Dragon Clan powerhouses beside Jiu Di were the two gods in the [Thirty-six Claws of the Killing God] under the Killing Dragon God Seat. Jiudi is just a mere demigod, and he is guarded by two god-level powerhouses around him, and he is obviously extremely favored by the dragon god of killing.

Around the three of them, there was also a curtain that completely covered their body aura.

The inheritance of the Blue Star underground world has never been broken, nor has it experienced a period of spiritual energy exhaustion, the strong are like clouds, and all kinds of powerful and weird artifacts have also emerged in endlessly.

Jiu Di and his party silently followed behind the God of Light and his party, walking towards the Seven-Colored God Divine Realm.

In that kingdom of the Seven Colors of God, there are all kinds of monsters and strange phenomena.

Even though the Primordial Lord and his entourage were guarded by three god-level powerhouses, the masters under his command still suffered heavy casualties.

After walking thousands of miles, the Primordial Lord and his party were unable to see the edge, emitting seven of these strange gray lights, shrouded in a layer of strange and dangerous feelings.

"Fly over and take a look!"

The Primordial Lord commanded coldly at a Spirit Saint.

The Spirit Saint's face turned pale, and his gaze fell on the Ice Prince, who was a disciple of the Ice Prince.

The Ice and Snow Prince said lightly: "Fly over!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The Spirit Saint sighed slightly, his head suddenly turned into a chicken head, a pair of wings grew out of his back, and with a forceful fan, he drove a gust of wind directly into the sky, flying directly towards the other side of the colorful river.

The Spirit Saint had just flown to the top of the colorful river, and suddenly trembled, all the wind disappeared, and the whole person seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, and it was torn towards the colorful river.

"No, stop, my lord, help me!!"

The Spirit Saint screamed, a look of despair flashing in his eyes.

That colorful river was so strange that even a god like the Primordial Lord was very jealous, and once it fell, it would definitely not end well.

With a wave of his hand, the Ice Prince flew out a blue chain and headed for the Spirit Scroll.

When the blue chain was wrapped around the body of the Spirit Saint, the strange and incomparably colorful river boiled at once, and a strange and incomparably long river gushed out, swallowing the Spirit Saint directly, and at the same time fell on the blue chain.

The blue chain instantly turned gray, and it was wrapped around the Ice Prince's body.

Countless strange curses poured into the Ice Prince's body from the blue chain in an instant.

The curse in the Ice Prince's body, which had been suppressed by him but not completely dissolved, exploded in an instant, and countless faces appeared on his body. His body froze suddenly, and his power was directly sealed.

"Help me!!!!

A look of horror flashed in the Ice Prince's eyes, and he screamed miserably, swept away by the gray chains towards the seven-colored river.

"Primordial, Purifying Light!"

The eyes of the Primordial Lord flashed with coldness, burning divine power, and pointed directly.

A purifying light fell from the sky and shone on the gray chain.

The gray chains were illuminated by the purifying light, and a transparent human face suddenly appeared, letting out a series of terrifying screams.

In the seven-colored river, there was a churn, and a large area of strange seven-colored river water gushed out from the river, holding on to the purifying light.

Under the illumination of that purifying light, a large area of seven-colored river water was directly evaporated and purified.

It's just that the ice and snow prince was pulled into the seven-colored river by the gray chain at this moment, screamed miserably, and disappeared.

The seven-colored river water rolled up in a burst and returned to the river, and suddenly regained its calm.

It's just that everyone's faces are very ugly, after all, that seven-colored river has swallowed a god.

Although the Ice Prince has just recovered, he is also the weakest among the gods. But He is also a true deity.

"Primordial, Purifying Light!"

The Primordial Lord's gaze was gloomy, burning with divine power, and with a finger of his hand, a purifying light fell from the sky and bombarded the strange seven-colored river.

The strange seven-colored river was illuminated by the purifying light, and countless gray mist churned, constantly purified.

The seven-colored river churned, as if a monster was bred in it, roaring wildly, but it was mysteriously confined and could not leave the river.

After that purifying light disappeared, the Primordial Lord snorted coldly and looked at the seven-colored river with a gloomy face.

With the strength of the Primordial Lord, if he burned his divine power frantically at all costs, he could purify all the curses in that seven-colored river in ten years.

However, it is too cost-effective to spend ten years purifying this seven-colored river, after all, the birth of the Naniya Continent does not know how many strong people it attracted, and it is impossible to give the Primordial Lord so much time.