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Within the barrier, above the oasis, the vast world of nearly a thousand people fell into a death-like silence, and even the sound of everyone's breathing seemed to be faintly eliminated in the roar.

Kings's words, over and over again, echoed in everyone's ears.

The gods were tilted, and the more than 980 people present from the two major tribes of the Ghost Valley all fell into deep thought. As a peerless powerhouse in the Divine Habitat, with a strong soul and a clear Divine Sea, how could he not hear the meaning of the words?

Dingding rules, forming the core of the empire, God is going to really start running!

At that time, the rules will be the real rules, untouchable and unoffensive, even if they are God's core first generation, they will not be exempt, they will not be as casual as they are now.

This is the embryonic form of a great power, and there is no choice but to dissolve the empire!

It is impossible to dissolve, but what can be done at the moment is to choose, choose to be erased from the memory, and then integrate some possible new memories, fall into the mortal dust, and be no different from the ordinary.

And those ordinary are their descendants, the descendants who have multiplied from generation to generation.

Generation after generation, out of the world of the Demon God Ancient Tower, batch after batch, one after another, expanding the scale of the Divine Tilt Empire, multiplying, and taking the Divine Tilt as a special honor until the final death.

Soon, the eyes of the contemplative powerhouse burst into wisps of essence.

The Shentian tribe, the Guigu tribe, originally survived with the concept of developing and expanding the tribe, and now it is getting stronger and stronger, and the life span is getting longer and longer, this is a thriving good thing, do you still need to think about it?

Moreover, as the gods become stronger, their sense of glory, status, and power will rise at a straight line, and even in the face of death that may appear in the future, there is nothing to fear!

"We are willing to be bystanders, to be the cornerstone of the Imperial Tribe, to protect the ancestors!"

Suddenly, Lian Yilang Lang shouted, and took the lead in half-kneeling, extremely pious.

The patriarch of the tribe who used to be god-leaning took the lead, and suddenly, the strong people of the tribe who reacted around him knelt on the ground one after another, their voices were loud and loud, and their figures were straight.

They are not gods who kneel, nor angels of gods, nor angels of spirits.

The kneeling ones will be the god-leaning empire that rises and sets the rules, the former god-leaning tribe, the yearning for the strong, the future, and the survival, and they want to live firmly and strongly.

Maihal, Kings, and Guiguzi watched, their hearts fluctuating.

The Divine Tilt Tribe, the Ghost Valley Tribe, and the interdependent and multiplying Divine Tilt Empire are empires formed by the three of them, even if they don't care much about it, they can't be ignored.

"You..."

Kings looked stunned.

On top of the oasis, the originally passionate gods poured into the powerhouses, looking stunned, and looked at the crowd with their eyes. Suddenly, the whole world fell silent again, and the eyes gradually showed an incredible color.

"Snow eel is too high!"

Lian Yi couldn't help but scream.

I saw that in addition to the half-kneeling crowd, there were more than 100 people in the crowd, who were standing in place, their bodies not moving, their faces changing violently, showing uneasy apprehension.

When everyone's eyes came, some people even couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Many of the gods in the audience are all equivalent to earl-level peerless powerhouses, as peerless powerhouses, there is such a performance, it can be seen how nervous they are, to what extent, and the first person is the snow eel.

Today's snow eels have become peerless, and they are no longer the gray-haired ones of the past.

But at this time, the middle-aged tough snow eel had a touch of vicissitudes in his eyes, glanced at Lian Yi who spoke up, and then glanced at Jinsi, his expression could not hide his complexity, and a little sigh.

Back then, a god-tilting tribe that did not have a king in the Golden Core Realm, after the outsider Jinsi was recognized by the god of the nine rings of God's tilt, and the god general Mahal was recognized by everyone, in a short period of time, earth-shaking changes took place, and the strong appeared batch after batch, shocking the tribe.

Hundreds of years have passed, and now they have reached the realm of peerless powerhouses that they can't even imagine, which is rare in ancient times, and has a long lifespan of thousands of years. It can be said that the dream of the growth of the God-leaning tribe has reached a peak, which is enough for those who come after it to dare to imagine.

The snow eel who witnessed all this, the god poured the tribe's Taishang, and experienced a lot.

"People are old, and their hearts are old!" Snow Eel sighed, and bowed slightly to Kings, Mahal, and Guiguzi, "I can see the current development of the tribe back then, this old bone is already very satisfied, and he is too content with the status quo." Now, I want to change my choice, change my way of living!"

"Knowing too much is not a good thing for yourself!" said Snow Eel.

An old man like him has lived too long and knows too much. At the same time, the huge memory corrodes the soul and inevitably shows vicissitudes. And this time, the snow eel wants to take advantage of this opportunity to erase the memories of the past, rekindle his fighting spirit, and rejuvenate his vitality.

The crowd is enlightened.

The corrosion of the vicissitudes of memory is something that they, the younger generations of latecomers, are far from being able to understand.

"What about you?"

Jins's gaze looked at the nearly a hundred gods behind the snow eel.

Hearing this, the people standing in place couldn't help but bow their heads, their expressions changed in their eyes, and they were a little ashamed, but in the end, they were replaced by firmness. They have followed the gods all the way, and the messengers of the gods, and the envoys of the spirits have encountered many dangers, and their hearts can be seen, how can they do anything to damage the gods?

Most of them are still reluctant to let go of some people and the worries in their hearts.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless?

"I understand, in that case, you will be in charge of the Boundary Court in the future!" Kins nodded.

More than 100 god-inclined powerhouses led by Snow Eel were all stunned, the Boundary Court was not in charge of the Life and Death Messenger of the Spirit Tower, why did they make a choice now that they would be responsible for the affairs of the Boundary Court?

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Before such a question could be asked, more than 100 god-inclined powerhouses led by the snow eel fainted to the ground, their eyes closed, and there was no warning abruptly.

In the stunned gaze of everyone, above the void, Guiguzi, shrouded in a wide black robe, slowly withdrew the black sickle with the inscription that had been waved, as indifferent as if he had done something insignificant.

The stunned powerhouses, and then, one by one, fell into endless darkness in front of them.

A moment later, there were thousands of gods still standing in the field, less than half of them were four hundred!

"The people of the Guigu Department enter the hall!"

Guiguzi said lightly.

The remaining hundreds of god-leaning powerhouses who were still standing, hearing this, couldn't help but glance at Kings and Mehal, and after seeing the two nodding in agreement, everyone retreated to the god-leaning oasis under the order of Guiguzi, and now it is the first palace on display. (To be continued.) )