Hearing that the prophet god began to lift their elder brother, the group of gods was silent for a moment, their eyes dodged, and they did not dare to face the prophet god directly, their faces were thin-skinned, and their faces were even red, and they shrank into the crowd.

This? It's so shameful, it's so humiliating.

But no one can say that the prophets of God were false, and these periods really existed.

After all, the prophets are too old, older than their fathers and grandparents, strictly speaking? If they had not become gods, they would not have even had the opportunity to confront the prophetic God.

Being fortunate enough to have the guidance of the prophet God was undoubtedly something to brag about in their youth.

After all, only those with the best talent can make the prophet look favored.

As for how you get the guidance of the prophets, it is not so important.

In the past, everyone tried their best to cover up this history, after all, no one knew, but now, the prophet God lifted this fig leaf for them and lost it by the way.

This? So, after the shame of the gods, endless anger appeared in their minds.

"Prophet God, don't dishonor me."

The first deity couldn't help it, and a huge stick appeared in his hand, wanting to attack the prophetic god.

At this moment, the other gods couldn't sit still, and raised their weapons in their hands, wanting to kill the prophet god and shut him up by the way.

"You traitor to the human race, I will do the right thing for heaven today."

"Die."

These gods, with their eyes open, speak nonsense, and try to erase all the merits of the prophetic gods.

The prophet god was still light and light, quietly looking at this group of gods.

"Regardless of the past, since you want a way to kill the dark god, I will give it to you."

As soon as the prophet myth turned around, he actually spoke like this, and the gods present, without exception, did not believe it, thinking that the prophet god still wanted to play tricks on them.

Sure enough, God the Prophet continued to speak.

"I have only one request for you, when the ancient gods and spirits come to the city, you dare to fight."

None of the gods spoke, as if this was too demanding!

The prophet god looked at the expressions of this group of gods, and suddenly became angry. What a bunch of.

The mud can't hold up the wall.

"The method of killing the ancient gods, I will store it on Qixia Mountain, and kill the demigod-level god generals under the ancient gods, you can check it."

The prophet God hated the iron that was not made of steel under such a test.

The gods who dare to kill the ancient gods will naturally dare to attack the ancient gods.

This is already the limit of what the prophet God can do.

"There is no such thing as a free lunch."

The gods wanted to say something, but the prophet God used this as an excuse to block them.

However, the prophetic gods clearly underestimated the shamelessness of this group of gods.

"Old Willow, you are clearly a broom cherishing yourself, and you don't care about the future safety of my human race at all."

"Yes, hand it over quickly, maybe you can die a decent death."

"Deliver it, prophet God. Otherwise, your sin will be great. ”

Some of the gods still wanted to struggle with a way to slaughter the dark god, but in an instant, the gods united the battle.

"Prophet God, you have caused serious harm to our human race by killing the God of Darkness this time, and you should bear the consequences with all your might."

"Yes, you have to take responsibility for the wrong things you have done."

"The ancient gods will definitely not give up."

As if to confirm the god's statement, the sky of Qixia Mountain as a whole dimmed, as if it was covered by some terrifying existence.

In the firmament, the phantom of the god of death was condensed, and he took out a will in his hand and began to read it with infinite indifference.

"The one who kills the god of darkness will abolish the god position within three days and kneel in the dark abyss, and this matter will be revealed, otherwise, hundreds of millions of human races will be slaughtered to set an example."

When the reading was finished, the phantom of the god of death dissipated.

After all, with so many gods gathered here, if something was pushed to perform, wouldn't it be a loss to the lady and a soldier.

When the god of death was gone, the gods of the human race suddenly began to point out the prophetic gods.

"Billions of beings, prophet God, the basket you poked this time is too big!"

"Hey, God Prophet, aren't you going to die?"

"Prophet God, isn't it possible that you are going to harm the billions of people of my human race?"

"How long will it take for me to multiply, prophet God, I advise you to be captured."

"Seniors, please die!"

Hearing such a voice, the five gods including the prophet god were shocked on the spot.

This? This is to force people to a dead end.

"You guys? Is there still a little bit of blood? ”

The corners of the eyes of the divine craftsman Liu Long cracked, and the blood cracked, accusing this group of so-called Terran gods.

"Under the leadership of the plague god, it is not easy for the human race to stand up, but now your knees seem to be bent again."

"It's just vomiting blood."

The elven god was the first to shoot an arrow, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

This group of so-called Terran gods is simply disgusting to the extreme.

"Since you have chosen to resist, then? As long as we get our hands dirty. ”

The gods of the human race are ready to take it upon themselves to take down the prophet god and send him to the depths of darkness.

The big war seems to be on the verge of breaking out.

The scene here!

It has long been shielded, and no one can see it except for the gods who are at the top of the Mandate of Heaven.

As for the narrative, it was written by the victors.

"I'm sorry to bother you."

This was the first time God had said sorry, his eyes full of despair, but no regret.

"If you were to choose again, would you still protect the Terrans?"

At this moment, a sound rushed into the mind of the prophet like the sun of the tenth day, and immediately his whole body was shaken, and a smile of surprise appeared on his cheeks.

This voice, long time gone!

"Yes!"

The prophet God spoke firmly, roaring like a beast of prey.

There are moths in this human race, but there are also thousands of people with light in their hearts.

"Okay."

In the next moment, the sky is dark!

"What happened? Why is it suddenly dark. ”

"Could it be that the ancient gods are here again?"

"Who is it this time?"

"Hurry up and take down the old willow tree, in this case, you can also have an explanation."

"I'm irritable, I'm really irritable."

The Terran gods moved even more ruthlessly.

"You guys? Want to do something to my willow? ”

The plain voice sounded, without any strength, but everyone who heard this sentence all felt trembling all over their bodies and felt the meaning of surrender.

It's another level of power.

Who's this?

"Your willows? What a big breath, please ask Your Excellency."

Stunned Qing asked this sentence, but before he could finish speaking, it hung in place like a wood carving, and several ancient legends came to his mind.

Rumor has it that the willow tree was planted by the god of plague.

Rumor has it that the willow tree is a contemporary of the plague god.

Rumor has it that the willow tree is bigger than the god of plague and has watched the god of plague grow.

Right now? Obviously, the first rumor is more reliable.

Regardless of which transmission, it proves that the willow tree has a relationship with the god of plague.

"Who are you?"

One of the gods asked cautiously, as if he had seen a cat and a mouse.

"God of the Plague!"

These four words are as heavy as a thousand pounds.

(End of chapter)