Chapter 777: What's the Trouble?

When the Northern Thunder reincarnated in the world of "Divine Soldier Xuanqi", he once made a big fuss about the Olympus Divine Domain, and also fought with Apollo once, at that time, Apollo's strength was only at most "Divine Domain Second Pass", and because he was born a god, he was still very immature in the way of using power, and the Northern Underworld Thunder crushed it by virtue of the strength of "Divine Domain One Pass".

But when they met again, Bei Ying Lei found that Apollo's strength had increased greatly, not only breaking through the three levels of the Divine Domain, but also controlling his own divine power, obviously he had not been wasted for more than a hundred years, and he had made a lot of hard work.

However, it is a pity that the progress of the Northern Thunder is greater than his, and the Cosmic Force completely restrains Apollo's divine power, so that his sneak attack cannot be achieved, but he is injured.

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Apollo spat out a mouthful of blood, and with the help of the palm of the Northern Thunder, he turned over and retreated to Hela's side.

"Olympus and Aesir are actually cooperating, Zeus and Odin are trying to make trouble!" Bei Ying Lei said to Hela and Apollo with a grin, seemingly not worried about Apollo's sudden intrusion.

"Your Excellency seems to know my two major divine domains very well?" Apollo wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and stood faintly with Hela, looking at the Northern Thunder Road vigilantly.

"It's okay, it's just that I've dealt with it before!" Although the Northern Thunder was talking, his eyes were looking at the golden bow that Apollo was holding in his left hand.

Bei Ying Lei didn't expect that someone would come to deliver a pillow when he was sleepy, and he was just worried about how to exchange the "fairy stone", so Apollo sent the "divine soldier".

Although the divine soldiers are far from being able to compare with the "fairy stone", no matter how small the mosquito is, it is also meat, since the quality cannot be compared, the Northern Underworld Thunder intends to win by quantity.

"Hand over the divine soldier in your hand, and I'll let you go!"

Apollo and Hela were a little stunned, they glanced at each other, and their eyes showed doubts at the same time, with the current strength of the Northern Thunder, he shouldn't be able to use the "divine soldier", why did he still rob Apollo's divine weapon?

After comprehending the cosmic force, ordinary weapons have little effect on it, so the Northern Thunder has never used the "Golden Tiger Knife".

As he spoke, he saw that with a wave of his hand, all the black long swords that Hella had inserted into the barren mountains disappeared, and he was sent to the "trading balance" by the Northern Thunder, but he did not activate the ability, and this black sword was not enough to trade "fairy stones".

"Your Excellency has taken a fancy to the divine weapon of this god, so take it with your ability!" With Apollo's arrogance, it was naturally impossible to exchange the weapon in his hand for the opportunity to escape.

Apollo bent his bow and arrows, and the five crimson flame arrows had just condensed, and the sound of the Northern Thunder "brush" disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already standing behind Hela.

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The Northern Thunder slammed into Hela's back of the heart, but it was blocked by a golden barrier.

"Huh?" Bei Minglei withdrew his fist in surprise, only to realize that the surrounding environment was a little different.

The barren mountain where the three of them were originally located disappeared, and the surrounding area was a chaotic landscape.

The Northern Thunderbolt found that the ground he was stepping on was dark and unusually hard, the sky was filled with a gray aura, and there was nothing around him except for the scattered gravel, and the whole world was lifeless and full of oppressive aura.

"Amitabha!" Bei Ying Lei suddenly heard a Buddha horn in his ears, and an old monk with a big bald head appeared in front of Bei Ying Lei out of thin air, and Hela and Apollo ran to the left two kilometers of North Ying Lei at some point, and Bei Ying Lei swore that he didn't notice them moving.

Bei Ying Lei knew that the changes around him must be inseparable from the old monk.

"Monk, who are you?" Beiming Lei looked at the old monk calmly, and was not worried about his situation.

"Amitabha!" The old monk clasped his hands together and said respectfully to Bei Minglei: "The poor monk is difficult to leave, I have seen Lord Feng."

Bei Ying Lei looked around the surroundings and said with a smile: "Your means of reversing space are good."

The surrounding environment told Bei Ying Lei that this was not a wilderness suburb of Chang'an, and it was not easy for him to transform the space of an entire mountain without noticing.

"The monks don't speak, and the little monk's ability to transfer space is also given by the master Shakya, not his own ability!"

"The old monk is honest!" Bei Ying Lei glanced at the rosary on Nanye's right wrist, and smiled happily: "You are the disciple of Buddha Shakyamuni?"

"The poor monk is the disciple of the Buddha!" Nanye said in a respectful tone.

"For the sake of you being a disciple of the Buddha, I won't embarrass you, leave the rosary, get out!"

A sad expression appeared on Nanye's face, and he shook his head at Bei Minglei and said: "Originally, if the predecessors took a fancy to the poor monk's rosary, it would also be a blessing for the poor monk, but the rosary was given by the master, and the poor monk did not dare to give it to the donor."

"Humph!" Bei Minglei said unhappily: "If it weren't for the Buddha's face, why do you think you could still stand here and talk well!"

"Don't forget, Shakya has already ascended to the heavens, and you can't stop me with your little rosary!"

The two people that Bei Ying Lei admires the most in this world, one is Shakya, and the other is Nuwa, because both of them rely on their own comprehension of the power of the Immortal Dao, and even without borrowing the power of the "Immortal Stone", they can break through the limitations of this universe and truly achieve great transcendence.

"Since the donor knows that the master has ascended, and he is also a person who is about to comprehend the realm above the Shinto, why should he covet the divine weapon of the little monk?"

"You don't have to worry about that!" Bei Ying Lei replied arrogantly: "It's your honor that I like your things, don't force me to be angry!"

The sadness on Nanye's face became heavier and heavier.

"If the donor wants, the poor monk can't stop it, and the reason why the poor monk brought the donor to this different space is just to talk to the donor."

Bei Ying Lei stretched out his right hand, and then said, "Give me something, give you ten minutes."

A hint of discoloration flashed in Nanye's eyes, "What did the donor just say was ten minutes?"

Only then did Bei Ying Lei react, he had been living in ancient times as Feng Daoqian, and it was impossible to say the concept of "minutes".

"You're just a bunch of aliens, I know how strange the concept of minutes is!"

Nanye is surprised, but Hela and Apollo are puzzled, and the Northern Thunder knows at a glance that Nanba knows the truth about the gods, while Hela and Apollo don't know anything about their origins.

"Who is Your Excellency, is it someone sent by Tianzun?" Nanye found that the situation was gradually getting out of control, and since Bei Ying Lei knew the truth about the gods, he must not let him leave the other space.

Nanye pinched a rosary on his wrist, and the originally lifeless world began to transform, and fresh grass slowly grew on the black and hard earth, and the gray sky seemed to fade, revealing blue sky and white clouds.

"Change the world!" Nanye let out a loud shout, and the rosary in his hand bloomed with a faint light.

"If Shakya uses this trick, I still have some scruples, you are far behind!"

Bei Ying Lei raised his right hand, put his five fingers together, and slashed a knife into the void in front of him.

"Infinite Shattered Void"