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Many people who stepped on the waves and were on the cliff, with fluttering robes, looked at Sikong in front of the lonely grave in Qingshan, and the candle dragon, and unexpectedly remained silent.

Who is the king of Yue?

In the past, there was a feat of killing gods, seizing the luck of the gods, overwhelming the heroes, and the horses were famous for ten years.

Later, he beheaded six masters who had obtained the blood of Christ, sitting on the top of the green hills, looking down on the last days of Middle-earth.

Although he fell off the altar and looked sick, no one dared to despise him at all.

Those who dared to despise him were all killed by his appearance of being a bully.

Unconsciously, Sikong has become the little person under the gods, the least willing to provoke by all the contestants.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Coughing, as if it has become a golden signboard, many people heard this cough, frightened their faces white, quickly retreated a few miles away, only then stabilized their minds, sit and watch the wind and rain.

Sikong put down the hand covering his mouth, and the red color in the palm of his hand was extremely familiar.

"Yue Wang ......" Huo Wu walked to Sikong's side worriedly, frowning, and a few traces of sadness appeared on his face.

"It's fine."

Sikong waved his hand, suppressed the tumbling qi and blood, and looked at the other side of the river with the flood as the stream and the mountain peak as the island, and the candle dragon with deep eyes.

Perhaps it was providence that the candle dragon once challenged him in the practice room has continued to this day.

The candle dragon really broke through to the second dimension.

Sikong is still moving forward in one dimension.

However, Sikong still slowly grasped the holy sword that was inserted into the ground.

The slaughter swept through the crowd, and wisps of piercing killing intent came out from Sikong's body, making the sound of the big waves crashing on the shore quiet, his face suddenly became extremely indifferent, without the slightest emotion, and the evil spirit was even worse in those bloody eyes.

Everyone's eyes became solemn, staring at the battle that followed.

"You betrayed me!!"

Suddenly, there was a clear calm, but everybody could feel the sound of magma erupting in it, blasting through the entire world of Middle-earth.

Stone pillars collapsed, rubble slid down the ocean, and mountain peaks were flattened, making the flood more and more turbulent.

The green mountains at Sikong's feet were also crumbling, landslides, and most of the entire mountain peaks collapsed.

The tomb guarding the lonely city was swept away by a wave, and the broken tombstone disappeared in the flood.

The sound is like a knife, and the knife cuts on the heart.

Huo Wu wanted to grab Sikong's left hand, but saw Sikong subconsciously withdraw his left hand, hold the holy sword with both hands, and stabilize his body.

So Huo Wu softened his feet and knelt on the ground.

Sikong looked up and saw that in the sky, ten thousand rays of light were like blood, the wind was cirruling, and the hideous cracks crossed the sky.

In his left hand, the Lord carried a skull with angry eyes and black blood on its neck.

This is the head of the Thousand-Eyed Demon God.

And the divine light of the Lord was a little vain, and the white robe was pierced by the spear of judgment of Jalandi, revealing the body possessed by divine power.

"Jialandi, you are my dearest brother, why did you betray me......"

Jehovah's face was calm behind the dim light, as if the betrayal had happened only to someone else.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon God is one of the five first demons of the underworld, even if he is the Lord, he has tried all his means to slay demons, and there is not one in ten divine powers.

Who knows, at the last moment when he was slaying the demon god, the eight gods he trusted the most actually turned against him, fought back, and turned the killing machine on himself!

"The Lord in his youth? Haha, I didn't expect that my Kunlun would also have a time to fight against such a strong person! ”

Jalandi held the spear of judgment in his hand, and whatever the 'brotherly affection' was, he stabbed the Lord with a spear and killed Jehovah on the spot!

"Huh?!"

The light of the LORD vanished, and then he was reunited, and his white robe fluttered again, and he was restored to his holy form.

Jehovah's gaze swept over everyone, and his omniscient and omnipotent power discerned past and present lives, and suddenly he understood something: "You are not from this time period. ”

Without answering, the eight contestants who had killed gods and turned into gods rushed in without saying a word.

At this moment, the arrow is on the hyun, and it has to be sent!

The scepter of nature turned into a cage of heaven and earth, directly intercepting the heavens and the earth of Jehovah and trapping them in the cage.

The spear of judgment pierced the netherworld, and the brilliant beacon fire pierced into the cage.

There is also a dragon roaring, a thunder dragon with wings covering the sky, spitting out the sea of thunder, hiding the cage of heaven and earth.

Forbidden spells, time warps, ......

The eight gods and spirits used all their means to unleash the power of truth in their possession.

"It's time!"

The elf goddess roared, and her voice was melodious, like a clear spring.

And with her voice, I saw that in the kingdom of heaven behind the Lord, the thousands of believers who had abandoned their flesh sacs and believed in him suddenly disappeared again, leaving only the cold silence of his magnificent kingdom of heaven!

His followers were nothing more than contestants of the Empire, even if they were swayed by the demagoguery of religion, and believed in him as an enemy of the Empire.

However, once you die, you will soon leave Middle-earth and return to reality!

The departure of the contestants also carries with them the power of faith!

The power of faith vanished, and the divine power of the Lord was suddenly like water without a source, so thin that even his figure became illusory, and the intertwined divine body became extremely weak.

On the other hand, the eight gods, although their divine power has also dimmed, after all, they are not real gods, and they are not following the cultivation system of incense becoming gods.

Although their strength has been greatly reduced at this moment, the gap between them and Jehovah has been greatly narrowed by the luck they have plundered through twenty years of competition!

"Die!"

Jialandi shouted, and the spear of judgment directly pierced the divine drive of the Lord, and the front and back were bright, and the little divine power left by the Lord's divine power was fed back into Jialandi's body with the spear of judgment.

"Hahahaha-"

As Yahweh grabbed the spear of judgment, golden blood pouring from his chest, and he laughed as he looked at the eight gods in front of him, and at the people in the flood who looked at them with cold eyes and a sense of superiority.

"No matter what my existence means to you, but your appearance proves that I can't die today!"

Yahweh's voice still resounded in his heart, and he looked at the air, which was just the background of a game, and the Jehovah was revealed in the process of the imperial game, and his heart was extremely complicated.

He is the only true god who is the originator of the wizarding world and one of the most difficult dangers in today's imperial civilization.

A billion years ago, he was nothing more than a newly-conceived god.

Although he and Sikong have different starting points, they also give Sikong a glimmer of hope.

"A billion years, too long......"

Sikong's eyes were hazy and he muttered to himself, but he never remembered to help Huo Wu, who was kneeling on the ground, up.

He is, selfish.

"Huh?!"

Suddenly, a poisonous snake hissed, and the intuition entrenched in his heart surfaced to his heart for no reason, and Sikong only felt that his mouth was dry, his scalp was numb, he was uneasy, and his hands were full of cold sweat.

This feeling was extremely familiar to him, especially when his spiritual domain value rose to the top, it became even clearer.

Someone is going to kill him!

And it's nine deaths, so that half of his feet have stepped into the ghost gate!

Even six years ago, in order to go to the rescue of the lonely city, he was entangled by three gods, fought to the point of madness, and was close to falling, the premonition of death did not come as turbulent as this time.

'No, it's not this competition, it's ......'

Sikong suddenly raised his head, and the blood plum in his eyes suddenly became quiet: "It's in reality!" It's the people of the Poisonous Wolf Star Cory! ”

Thinking of this, Sikong was extremely anxious, reality and competition, which is more important, there is no need to say more.

Suicide back to reality?

Sikong, who cherishes his life, admits that he can't get over the hurdle in his heart, even if it's just an illusion.

'In that case......

Sikong looked at the divine battle in the sky and took a step: "Yahweh? You're so strong, then please kill me......"