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Since ancient times. The secret of the www.biquge.info gods of the pen & fun & pavilion has not been disclosed to a few people for a long time. Especially just looking at the fall. It also made the gods have a lot more precautions against mortals. Because Alofgret was a disciple of the god of the underworld, he was more resolute in this matter, so since the era of Tian Yuan, Shen Yuan, and Sheng Yuan, mortals have not been able to know the secrets of the gods.

Even Alhantanya, a peerless powerhouse who has cultivated to the level of a god king, has not become a god, and has the strength of a god king, but he cannot live forever, and can only rely on the breath of the god of the underworld.

Mortals have such huge ambitions before they become gods, if they become gods, what kind of disaster will it be for ancient gods such as the god of the underworld?

If you think about it, you will know that by that time, the gods of the three major god systems. It is bound to be hit hard by the new gods of mankind like never before, and even extinct!

But at the moment. The god of the dead no longer had the idea of his own, and now even he is about to fall. Only the three god kings remained

If the god king is also killed by Alof. All the gods of the three major god realms of the Pure Realm, the Bright Realm and the Heavenly Realm are about to face the slaughter of Alof.

Even the three god kings are no match for Alof. All the gods and demons in the three major god realms are even more vulnerable. are all about to fall.

Alof has been plotting for hundreds of thousands of years, toying with gods, demons, and all races of humanity. He even cheated to death after killing the God King of Light. has been incognito for hundreds of thousands of years, and this deep scheming makes people shudder.

At that time, Alof will become the sole ruler of the three god realms. The emperor who rules over the gods, the underworld, and the earth. Become the god of life and wisdom in the truest sense of the word!

"Perhaps, it's time to inject some new blood into the divine realm," the god looked at Zhang Debiao. The old face was a little uncertain, although since the Shenyuan era, he rarely paid attention to mortal things, but now is an extraordinary time. Since the divine realm can't deal with Alof, let the strong of the human race fight against him.

In Zhang Debiao's domain, above the sea of spirits, the Divine Fire forcibly pulled out the Night Moro Dazun from the bottom of the sea, and entangled the night bird warbler like a python, burning fiercely.

Night Moro Dazun waved countless pairs of colorful wings, struggling hard, where can he break free?

I saw his body gradually dissolve. exudes a force and integrates into the world of Zhang Debiao's chest.

Psychic power is used as a secondary force for magic and vindictiveness. There are not many means of attack, only mental suppression, but after turning into divine fire. You can refine the spirit of the enemy.

The projection incarnation of the gods itself is a condensation of spirit and magic power, and has no substance, so although Zhang Debiao imprisoned the projection incarnations of Chiming Dazun and Yemoro Dazun, he could not kill them.

But the divine fire is different, especially the hundreds of thousands of years of diligent cultivation and hard work of Arhan, his divine fire is extremely pure, and he can't tolerate the resistance of the Night Mora Venerable, and in an instant, the projection incarnation of this demon god is completely refined.

Zhang Debiao only felt that a huge and complicated amount of information rushed into his mind, and there was a loud bang in his ears. Countless memories were like pictures, and in an instant, his brain was filled, stuffed to the brim, and his head was splitting!

This is the memory of the Lord Moro since the birth of the universe, and his experience and growth are all imprinted in Zhang Debiao's mind!

This kind of memory is different from the memory contained in the reincarnated demon womb of the Temple of the Gods, and there is a fundamental difference between the two.

The memory in the reincarnated demon womb is Zhang Debiao's experience in his previous life, which is extremely dangerous, and if he is not careful, he will get lost in the long memory and become another, a brute hammer, instead of his current self.

But for Zhang Debiao, the memory of the Night Moro Venerable is equivalent to him using a condescending attitude to observe the life of the Night Moro and know all the things that the Night Moro Dazun knows.

The memory of the Lord of the Night Mora is much longer. But it didn't have the slightest effect on his spirit and memory, the only thing he couldn't afford was that. The memory of the Night Moro Venerable contained too much and too complicated information, which made his brain unbearable!

Arhan's divine fire refined the projection incarnation of the Lord of Yemoro, and did not leave, but gradually condensed and turned into his projection. Then the projection dissolved. Another huge memory rushed into Zhang Debiao's mind!

Just the memory of the Night Moro Dazun made Zhang Debiao unbearable, and now coupled with the memory of hundreds of thousands of years of Alhan, Zhang Debiao only felt that his head seemed to be bursting at any time, and he couldn't help but show a painful expression, squatting down and hugging his head!

"It's your turn. "Arhan did it all. He looked at Hades with a blank face. Road.

The god of the underworld looked at Zhang Debiao, who might die at any time, and muttered: "If you give him my memories too, will he die?"

"Nine out of nine will die

Arhan reassured, "But don't worry. I have a lot of nerves in southern Xinjiang, and most of them can't die. ”

The god of the underworld smiled: "Then forget it, I estimate that his nerves are not as big as yours, for you nine out of nine, I'm afraid he will die! I gave him something else."

The world in Zhang Debiao's chest has absorbed the spiritual memories of Yemoro Dazun and Arhan, and now it has become more expansive, and has faintly surpassed the demigod realm of Xiventam. Although the chest field has expanded several times. But he is still a demigod in the early stage of cultivation, he has just condensed his godhead, and his cultivation has not kept up, and the realm is still barren, silent and desolate.

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At this moment, I saw that in Zhang Debiao's domain, rows of huge pillars suddenly bulged, rumbling and growing, constantly rising, and in the blink of an eye, they towered into the sky, still growing non-stop, banging into the sky with a bang, still non-stop, and continued to grow.

Zhang Debiao's realm was also supported by these pillars of heaven, and it expanded outward rapidly, and it expanded several times in an instant!

At the top of these pillars of heaven, there are statues of gods and demons, which are the twelve pillars of the Netherworld Heavenly Demon God and the three commanders of hell, holding the sky with both hands, vivid!

Burst!

The barbarian raised his head and spewed out a stream of blood, several feet high, like a blood-red fountain, which looked extremely bright in the flower-filled palace of the Prime Minister of Hell.

"He's not going to die, is he?" asked Alhan, a little worried.

"Don't worry, I'm in good health in southern Xinjiang. Can't die. A certain southern Xinjiang man with large nerves and a strong physique comforted.

Poof!

At this moment, Zhang Debiao is like a ball full of holes, and his eyes, ears, mouth and nose are all outwardly bloody, spurting out several feet away. Al was rare and continued to comfort: "I really can't die." You see, I've been fighting with you for so many years, and I haven't been killed by you, old ghost, why are you looking at me like this?

After a long time, the domain space in Zhang Debiao's body finally stopped expanding, and his domain was as vast and boundless as the world, and the seven hundred and twenty acupuncture dantian in the canopy of heaven were also like real stars, scorching and shining, constantly spitting out fighting qi to fill this space.

And those giant pillars that suddenly gave birth to the sky also stopped growing. The lower end of the pillar is a hundred miles square. Up to 10,000 miles away. There are fifteen of these cylinders. Filled with countless runes and magic circles. Constantly in the center of the surface of the cylinder, flowing. Changing moments. It symbolizes the ten hells of the world, and the first six layers of the Shimmering Moon Mantra

From a distance, the fifteen pillars of heaven are connected to the canopy of heaven and the earth, just like a palace between heaven and earth, magnificent and magnificent!

Suddenly, a huge throne carved of ice and snow fell from the sky into the palace and took root. It is closely connected with Zhang Debiao's field and becomes one.

Nestled in a palace, this crystal clear throne has fifteen pillars of babel mapped onto a smooth surface, symbolizing dominion over the nine hells and the six purgatory.

This is the seventh layer of purgatory, the Purgatory God Realm. The throne of the god of the Pure Realm, sits on this seat. You can firmly control the fifteen worlds of the Netherworld, hundreds of millions of sentient beings, and hundreds of millions of people will be loyal to the master of the throne, worship him, and contribute their faith to him!

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Infernal Throne!

Arhan frowned, only to see that Zhang Debiao had passed out with "happiness and excitement", and the seven orifices were still spurting blood, and said, "Old ghost, why did you give this thing to him?"

"Alof is coming soon, the Infernal Throne is of no use to me, staying here will only cheapen him. It's better to give it to this kid. If only he could survive. If you don't be killed and take the throne, then this kid will be the next god of the underworld. Of course. If the throne is snatched away, the boy will die. Hmph, those guys outside are desperately fighting for the Throne of Purgatory, and their heads are bleeding, are they really naïve to think that I will leave the throne in the Pure Realm?"

The god sneered a few times and looked down at Zhang Debiao. I saw that the barbarian fell into a coma, still desperately bleeding outward. Worried, he said: "Arhan, he won't die now, right?

"Don't worry, my southern Xinjiang body is strong and my nerves are thick, and I can't die from this small injury.

Arhan's face suddenly turned gray, and he forced a self-smirk.

"No matter how strong you are, can you still be strong?"

The god teased him, and suddenly heard a gentle voice from outside the prime minister's palace, "Mentor." Senior Arhan, the disciples have come to visit you. ”

The god of the underworld took a long breath, Alof had been plotting for a long time to attract all the powerhouses and gods of hell to the Pure Realm to compete for the throne of purgatory, and finally empty the Prime Minister's Palace.

"Old friend, this rebel is really here, let's go see him together?"

Arhan shook his head slightly, his voice getting deeper. The stubborn head that never lowered gradually drooped, and said, "Go ahead, I can't support that step."

The face of the god changed slightly, and he saw the prime minister in the palace. The world of flowers suddenly became silent, and all the flowers withered, leaving only a piece of ash. I can't help but feel boundless sadness in my heart.

"Old friend, is the vitality in your body about to run out?"

Arhan lowered his head and looked at his palm, only to see in his hand a small flower seed, which took root in his hand and sprouted two young leaves and branches, and gradually grew a budding flower

The flower bones trembled slightly, and were about to bloom with a splendid flower and fragrance, but as soon as the petals were stretched, they suddenly stopped and slipped out of his hand.

The god looked at the flower that fell from his hand, his eyes became cloudy for a moment, and he suddenly laughed out loud and turned to walk out of the palace. A cold wind blew, and he looked up to see a magician floating silently above the top of the snowy mountain in Asta.

The man was a young man in a purple robe and a crown on his head, leaning over to look at him with mockery and pity.

This young magician was high above, as if he was the emperor above the nine heavens, and even the gods and demons and god kings had to look up to him and submit to his feet.

This person is none other than the first Magic Emperor Alofgrette, the last Magic Emperor Hattings.

Alof put an end to the era of divine rule. It ushered in the Shengyuan era dominated by humans. At the same time, it was also him who brought the Shengyuan era to an end. The magic and vindictive civilization that took hundreds of thousands of years to develop by mankind have plummeted and become in decline.

"Master, you are old, but your disciple is still so young. Do you regret your decision now?"

Alof smiled slightly, looking extremely happy. He said softly: "If you don't drive your disciple out of the Pure Realm, how can today's incident happen? As long as you let the disciple stay in the Pure Realm, wouldn't it be possible to prove that the power of magic is indeed above the Dou Qi?"

The god shook his head slightly: "Alof, even if Arhan becomes what he is now, he is still the most powerful human in the past, and you still haven't defeated him." Still nowhere near him. The bet I made with him, you and I have already lost. You only relied on a sneak attack to seriously injure us, what is there to boast about? If Arhan hadn't fought me a big battle, his cultivation would have been exhausted. Alof, do you dare to do anything to him?"

Alof's face changed slightly, and then he smiled and said, "Mentor, you are still as hard-mouthed and soft-hearted as before. To win, you don't care about the process. But the result! What is the difference between what means? Now, you and your predecessors have lost, and only the disciples are the final victors! The so-called history is nothing but a lie written by the victors, and after the death of the two of you, I will be the god-king who integrates wisdom and life, the symbol of light, and the ruler of the three major god systems and billions of living beings! From then on, there will be no more god of the underworld. The Divine King Cheri is also going to fall, and there is only one Divine King in the world, and that is the disciple! Teacher, you should be glad that your disciple has achieved so much. ”

"You want to be a god?"

The god sneered, "Do you know that it takes years to become a true god, even if you take me down." Don't think of any memories of me!"

Alof smiled and smiled very heartily: "The disciple did intend to capture the master, absorb your memories, and find the path to godhood. However, the mentor has already developed a will to die, and I am afraid that the disciple's plan will not be realized. Fortunately. There are other options for disciples. ”

In the void, a huge demon god with a bull-headed dragon body gradually emerged, which was one of the three great deities of the Twelve Pillars of Heavenly Demon God, Juga Dazun.

On the top of the head of the Great Venerable of Juga, there was a black-robed magician, looking at the god of the underworld, his eyes couldn't help showing a trace of timidity, and then he was dominated by the endless **, hehe smiled: "The old ghost of the god of the underworld, when you captured me to hell and let me be a cow and a horse for you, did you ever think that you would have today? Becoming a god and a god king is also a breeze. Between the backhands! You quickly kowtow and confess your guilt, maybe Your Majesty will be happy for a while, and you can spare your life!" suddenly ignited a raging divine fire, and in the blink of an eye, the last projection incarnation dissolved, and the last memory of the god of the underworld was completely integrated into the space of the netherworld.

The three god kings of the Heavenly Realm, the Pure Realm, and the Bright Realm have gone to the second one.

My mother came from her hometown and stayed for a few days. Pigs spend these days with my mother to walk around, the update can not be stable, the code words are taken out of an hour or two of free, sorry, everyone understand" (to be continued)