There are many reasons, and first of all, there is still about a quarter of the plot left in the book, and Lao Di is preparing to put away the foreshadowing, which is more laborious. [No pop-up novel network]

Secondly, the book has been maintained for five months in three chapters a day. I'm also a little tired, and I feel like the quality of the recent chapters is declining, so I'm also going to relax in order to maintain the quality.

Lao Di writes books, and when he usually enters the final stage, he will slow down. It's an old habit.

Hehe, please understand.

"Divine grace can make a climate, but it can't do great things. ”

"Why? Divine grace will be passed down from generation to generation, and there are many masters, twenty Martial Emperors, and ten Martial Emperors when they are young. Not to mention Wuzong Wuzun, there are no less than a hundred. ”

I believe that even the love of force is the heaven of the warrior, and the hat man is no exception, he feels incredible: "The number of the Divine Charity Society may be very small, but the force is the strongest in the world. With this, it is enough to make a big deal a long time ago. ”

With talent, with the concentration and careful cultivation of a large number of resources, it is not surprising that the divine grace will give birth to more deification masters.

Brother Sharp was noncommittal, looked at Tian Sè, and suddenly said: "Any force, with the force of the Divine Grace Society, can achieve a great cause." Charismatic Grace alone cannot. ”

"Because they're gods?" The man is actually a smart man, but he doesn't always seem to be enough compared to his boss.

Brother Sharp plucked a withered yellow leaf from his shoulder: "The Divine Grace Society often has at least seven or eight Martial Emperors or more in each generation, and their strength is so strong that they are at the top of the Nine Continents. In terms of the number of Emperor Wu, it is even more than Haizhou, which is enough to defeat a Haizhou. ”

"I ask you, why has the Divine Grace never attacked Haizhou and bulldozed any country for so many years?"

The man in the hat stammered, yes. Why?

"Do you know how many gods are in this generation? hundreds, how many, do you know when there are the fewest gods?" Brother Sharp asked rhetorically. Sentence, the hat man shook his head, and he smiled: "Read more" and "Read more" is always beneficial, and it always comes in handy. ”

"When the gods are the least initiated" Jiuzhou combined, there were never more than ten. Brother Sharp smiled faintly, and the man in the hat almost jumped up in fright, "Ten? That's too little."

"That was many years ago, when the gods went out to stir up trouble and make waves, and they were angry with the people of the world. The emperor personally threaded the needle and led the way, and united the masters of Jiuzhou to "Brother Sharp" word by word: "The court, sects, families, and even the warriors of the rivers and lakes joined forces to kill, and in just ~ months, only a few teenagers were left to escape." ”

The hat man continued to open his mouth and stammer, his face was red!

"Okay, forget the pain!" Brother Sharp smiled and groaned: "The number of gods in this generation, I guess the number is not less than a thousand, but it is achieved by the Divine Grace Society after years of hard work, and it has reached a peak in strength. ”

The hat man swallowed.

Brother Sharp slowly leaned down and took a few sips of water in the clear spring water: "It really belongs to the Great Law, and the martial artist who died for the Great Law." Let's count, Emperor Wu "only five." There are more than thirty Wu Zong. Wu Zun is not less than three hundred. The Dougang realm is at least thousands. ”

"Divine Grace Society, at least more than a dozen Martial Emperors. From what is known, it is estimated that the number of Martial Sects who came to Sin City this time is at least about one-fifth, that is to say, there may be forty Martial Sects in the Divine Grace Society. ”

"It is speculated that the Divine Charity Society only has more than a hundred martial artists. Dou Gang is only two hundred"

The hateman took a breath, and he discovered the martial arts power of the two, showing different numbers of ladders. At the level of Emperor Wu, the divine grace will be obviously the strongest, but once it comes to the level of Wuzun, the number of laws will be dominant.

Don't talk about the law, that is, the Northern Tang Dynasty, there are about 100 martial artists.

The law has a population of more than 100 million, and the Divine Charity Society has only one or two thousand gods. With a population of 2,000, more than ten Martial Emperors were born, and I have to admit that the martial arts talent of the gods is too enviable and jealous.

"Why do I think charisma can't do great things? Because they do not have the capacity for qi, heart, energy, and means, they are destined to rise every time, and the final result is to be strangled. ”

"Knowing why the Divine Charismatic Society has the strength it has today, because except for a few forces such as the Great Law, other forces have never been very concerned about the pursuit and killing of the gods. Because of laxity, the Charismatic Society will be able to gain more sins. ”

Brother Sharp intriguingly pointed in the direction of Sin City: "Although the ideas of Love Crow and the others are a minority, their methods are right. The evil king's plan today will surely drag the Divine Charism Society into an abyss. ”

"After today, the Charismatic Society will once again become the public enemy of the world!"

Brother Sharp smiled: "Sometimes, fists can decide everything. Sometimes, fists can only do the opposite. The head is on top and the fists are on the bottom, which is used to remind people that they should use their heads to harness power, not fists to control their heads. ”

A piece of cold fell on his ears, Brother Sharp looked up and saw the snow flying in the sky for some time: "This year's winter is coming." "Sin City, snow today!

Wang Ce ignored the gang of people who would be beaten all over the ground and groaned all over the face of pigs.

With a gesture, he led Zhu Haitang and the little girl and other people to return to the city one after another.

Although Babu Long and the others are conceited and proud, they have a deal with Wang Ce, and Wang Ce is also a super master, so there are a lot fewer conceited actions.

A group of people and others rushed towards the sin city one after another, Shi Yu stared, waited silently, and suddenly became a little apprehensive, and he couldn't figure out whether the evil king's plan was good or bad. Is this good?

Although Shi Yu is Emperor Wu, his banquet does not have many opinions. Thinking about it at this time, I couldn't help but be apprehensive, staring at Wang Ce, that young man who loved to laugh, a face that made the enemy restless with a smile that made the enemy restless.

Vent his anger! Shi Yu was silent, and he was also angry. Immortal Bird Wind bō, prepared for twenty years, but as a result, everyone was manipulated by Wang Ce, and all kinds of things were cheapened by Wang Ce, and none of the other forces got benefits.

The Martial God Scroll was cut off by Wang Ce. Immortal Bird Wind Bō was deliberately messed up by Wang Ce.

Even, the identity of King Sanssouci was exposed, and more than a dozen people disappeared inexplicably.

Then, the stronghold on Haizhou was broken by Wang Ce, Sanxinguo and others were ransacked, and even more than a dozen gods were captured.

Shi Yu recalled carefully, and suddenly found that the Divine Grace Society and Wang Ce had unknowingly formed a lot of festivals and even hatred. The evil king's plan has more elements to vent his anger, "but" Shi Yu suddenly felt that he should take revenge on Wang Ce.

How many people have been lost in the Divine Grace Society? How many people have been lost in the past hundred years? Just the people who died directly or indirectly at the hands of Wang Ce, and those who were captured, are about to approach the number of a hundred.

Although Jiuzhou is large, at most a few dozen gods are born in a year. On average, the Divine Charity Society can only rescue about ten people a year, and ten new blood of the gods can be replenished a year" That's already a big number.

When the tide is low, the countries chase and kill more severely. If you can replenish three a year, you will be lucky.

Wang Ce should die, he really deserves to be crushed. Shi Yu recalled, and gradually became angry.

Wang Ce is here!

Shi Yu's heart was boiling with murderous intent, and he crossed the air in an instant, "He appeared in front of Wang Ce as soon as he moved."

Stretched out a punch, silently sending out a terrifying ripple of air, as if shattering the space.

You can even clearly see the traces of space collapse wherever the fist goes.

The terrifying punch that a Martial Emperor of the Will struggled with was something that the Grandmaster's heart couldn't parry, and this punch was almost half a must-kill. Once hit, Wang Ce was seriously injured if he did not die.

An arm slanted out, spreading out his palm. This punch slammed into the palm of his hand, and with a bang, the earth between the two was pulled by this residual force, and suddenly I saw the earth rumble and shake.

When the mountain shook, the earth shook, and I saw that the earth cracked a hole tens of meters wide, and then shook rapidly and spread for thousands of meters. A canyon was formed on this flat land.

Who is it? Shi Yu's heart set off a monstrous wave, almost shocking, I thought that Ji Qianyu and the others were being restrained, and the raid on Wang Ce at this time was the last chance to seize the Martial God Scroll and kill Wang Ce.

However, Wang Ce's side "There was another Martial Emperor, although it was only an Immortal Martial Emperor!"

A thin man with bulging muscles "like a devil with muscles, a simple smile, defending Wang Ce by his side, spurting out a mouthful of blood, but smiled: "You can't kill him!"

The eight dragons and others all changed, and they instantly swarmed over to protect Wang Ce. Looking at this Martial Emperor in amazement, his mood was like playing a roller coaster.

Just like the muttering of the Gun King: "It's actually another Mu Wu Emperor!" No one really thought that there was actually a Wu Emperor by Wang Ce's side!

Wang Ce smiled, Shi Yu's face was like being slapped by Wang Ce, and he said in a deep voice: "Who is Your Excellency, why can't you get along with me!"

The thin-looking man continued with a simple smile: "I said, you can't kill him!"

"If you want to stop me, then you will die together!" Shi Yu looked up to the sky and roared angrily, rubbed his body forward, and surrounded the thin man and Wang Ce and the others with a bang.

The eight dragons and others were not huā bottle decorations, sneered, and shot one after another. At this time, the thin man continued to say plainly: "I said, you are really, you can't kill him!"

"Or else...... You're going to die!"

Before the words fell, a former Beiliu Wuzun who had been with Liu Wufang, and the only female martial artist in the inner camp, who was specifically responsible for protecting Liu Wufang, suddenly had a breath on her body.

The woman shook her body and moved, and her face and rest changed in an instant, and she became childish. Ghostly appeared on Shi Yu's side, and two silent sword lights instantly engulfed Shi Yu: "My husband said, if you refuse to stop, then you will die." ”

The thin man's muscles bulged up, and he smiled plainly: "The battle spirit is combined!" Pushing Wang Ce behind Babu Long and the others, he did not retreat but advanced, rushed forward like lightning, and attacked Shi Yu with the woman.

"Hey, it's the Ancient War Spirit again!" the Eight Dragons and the Spear King felt their breath, almost dizzy. The primeval war spirit, which was rare to see in the past hundred years, actually saw two at a time today.

This child-faced woman with crane hair is difficult to judge her age from her face, but she is holding two knives to cut through the air, like two thunderbolts in the clear sky. But it turned into a unique gentleness, and the crisp voice was in the air: "An inch of acacia and an inch of gray!"

At the place of the bombardment, Shi Yu was shocked to find that his hands were actually covered with a layer of ash, as if a kind of decay was rapidly eroding his body.

"Will!" Shi Yu roared, a spiritual force instantly enveloped this radius of hundreds of meters, and the true qi forced this weird true qi out, and roared angrily: "Wu Qilin, Vermilion Bird!"

"You two husbands are famous all over the world, and you are willing to be Wang Ce's lackeys!"!