"Because to help Xiao Wu resurrect, they need to consume their level 10 soul power, and they are reluctant. Therefore they called you, come to me. Staring at me with this kind of loss, how much in line with the interests of Haotian Sect, I am a god who can directly destroy the existence of the Martial Spirit Palace! ”

Ye Fan's eyes were clear, looking ahead, and his handsome brows shone with a dark heroic spirit in the sun.

A mouthful of white teeth, word by word, the voice was clear and conveyed for dozens of kilometers, and the sound was endless.

The purpose of Haotian Sect is to pull Ye Fan, a god who surpasses the power of mortals, down from the altar!

Only Ye Fan, who has no divine power, is harmless!

Ye Fan continued with a smile.

"In the face of a powerful god, can Haotian Sect and them rest assured? Can they not be afraid? So he threw Xiao Wu out of the best strategy! They calculated that saving Xiao Wu could make me lose level 10 of my soul power, so Haotian Sect could sleep peacefully and sleep peacefully! ”

Ye Fan's expression was calm, listening to Tang San, whose breathing became shorter in front of him, and continued.

"And, I'm going to tell you!"

"Eight years ago, although I destroyed the million-year-old inheritance of the Martial Spirit Hall alone, I was also injured, to be precise, my strength at that time had degenerated to level 0, and any soul beast could kill me!" Ye Fan slowly stretched out his hand, and the rain in the sky instantly stagnated in the sky.

It's like a rainy day with the pause button pressed.

Ye Fan looked down at his palm slightly, eight years ago, this palm did not call for wind and rain at all, a thought of flowers blooming, a year of flowers, the great power of vicissitudes.

At that time, a wild boar could bully and despise the dignified Heavenly Dao Mother, Ye Fan!

"When you came to look for me, I guess I was still in a coma, and He Guoguo told you that my address message only thought that you cared about me and thought that you were worried about my safety! She didn't even think that you were the one who came to seek the power within me. She was unwary of you because she knew you knew me and told you the location!! ”

Ye Fan pinched his fingers, the historical pictures were rolling in a long river, all flowing in front of Ye Fan's eyes, Ye Fan could clearly see what happened that day, and why He Guoguo appeared in the Star Dou Great Forest.

She is to inform Da Ming and Er Ming that the world is about to be in chaos, so that they can prepare to deal with the coming of the era of divine descent.

And Tang San was ecstatic to appear in Ye Fan's village with Xiao Wu on his back through the mountains and mountains, thinking that Xiao Wu could be resurrected immediately.

However, it was rejected.

"I don't know the will conveyed by Li Erwa, he should be worried that my physical condition will be leaked, and a soft persimmon with no soul power will be known by the soul master of the world, and it will inevitably be eradicated as a thorn in the eye. Even if the powerful sect doesn't make a move, those chickens and dogs who are thieves will make shameless moves in order to get the name of the first person in the world! Ye Fan said lightly.

All kinds of crises in this situation involve the whole body, not only Ye Fan will die! Li Erwa's village will also be razed to the ground.

Therefore, he had a reason to refuse Tang San to enter the village.

Ye Fan continued.

"So Li Erwa deliberately concealed the fact that I had lost all my strength."

Ye Fan finished speaking, but was refuted by Tang San's angry roar.

His eyes were piercing and hideous, his beard was fluttering like a snake dragon, his sword eyebrows were like knives, and he interrupted Ye Fan's words with a roar, and he didn't want to continue listening.

"Sophistry! Quibble! You are the son of God, how can you lose all your power, your power is given by God, it does not reclaim your power, you are the strongest god in the world! Tang San didn't believe it.

Unique, the son of God, how can he become a weak chicken, a soft persimmon!

This world is all God's, how can the person it chooses let him have no plug-ins? No power!

"Alas! ......" Ye Fan sighed lightly, he could understand Tang San's reason for not wanting to believe it.

Indeed, as a false god who is a drop in the ocean between heaven and earth, the situation it can see is limited after all!

The frog at the bottom of the well can see the world the size of the well.

He will never know that this god is paralyzed and has a mortal enemy, called the virus!

And these pseudo-gods can be manipulated and use the power of heaven and earth because of the virus.

In other words, they are carriers of the virus, and they are a group of ants who swallow a piece of the Heavenly Dao Law in one bite.

What Ye Fan had to do now was to deal with them and extract the power of the Heavenly Dao Law from their bodies.

"Alas!" Ye Fan sighed again, looked at the pseudo-gods that were slowly lurking around, and sighed lightly, and then looked up at the blue sky, this sky was beautiful and beautiful, but in Ye Fan's eyes, there were potholes and dead silence.

"Am I the Son of God? Maybe this is your wishful thinking? In fact, I am not a son of God, but the God of God in your mouth! Ye Fan pointed to himself, then raised his finger to point to the sky, and said proudly.

"Hahaha...... What an irony! God? God is order! It's a set of rules, how can it be a living person, are you a three-year-old child? Tang San smiled.

The laughter was particularly sarcastic.

He looked up at the boundless sky, which was only running a program, not conscious at all.

However, the benevolent see the benevolent, and the wise see the wise.

At this moment, the nine-colored goddess in a long aqua blue dress fluttering, her dark eyes full of charm, stared at Ye Fan tightly, her ruddy and delicate red lips trembled.

Her finger bones were clenched tightly together, small fists, surging power.

She believed that God was conscious, because she could feel God's painful gasp.

Facing Ye Fan saying that he was God, the nine-colored goddess's fairy-like chest fell together, she was emotionally intense, staring at Ye Fan with blazing eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

Believe it or not!

The Nine-Colored Goddess is in a fierce struggle!

"Forget it, the grudge has been planted in your heart, so let's go to war! Anyway, my purpose is to eliminate all false gods, and you and Xiao Wu ...... Waiting for someone to intersect is purely a beautiful mistake!! Ye Fan said with a long sigh.

After speaking, Ye Fan looked at the two strongest pseudo-gods in front of him.

Drops of rain continued to fall in the sky.

However, at this moment, the sky is no longer cloudy and light.

It's a surging worship!

The three huge breaths were rapidly expanding, and Ye Fan's strength broke through level 99, level 100, and 101......

Similarly, the same goes for Empress Qianrenxue and Seagod Tang San.

"Squeak squeak...... The jade liquid elixir dripping around their bodies seemed to encounter a high temperature of several thousand degrees, and directly turned into water vapor, making a squeaky sound.

"Untie the swastika!!" A roar vibrated in the sky, and the gloom was endless, dominating the wind and clouds!

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The second shift is over and will continue tomorrow......

(End of chapter)