Under the gaze of several red-robed high priests.

The first crown, Jia Luo, raised the scepter without thinking and knocked the floor.

"Boom!"

Just hear a muffled sound.

A strong transcendent fluctuation erupted from this beauty.

Strange things happened.

I saw that the flames burning in the altar suddenly erupted like a volcano.

Originally just a brazier, the flames rising from a height close to a person's height, now turned into a thick pillar of fire, more than five meters in diameter, straight through the ceiling of the hall.

The strangest thing is that the flames don't seem to emit any heat, and the roof doesn't burn through, as if it's just an illusory flame.

Several red-robed high priests invariably took a step back, and their pretty faces with different styles revealed deep shock.

They sensed it very clearly that the pillar of fire contained unimaginable terrifying power.

The crowns were shocked in their hearts, and their eyes changed when they looked at the altar.

In the past, they only regarded the altar as an ordinary transcendent object, mainly used to increase the sense of ritual and communicate with the Great Elder.

It was only now that they realized that this was a hole card arranged by the Great Elder, and it could threaten the gods high above.

After a while.

Jia Luo's beautiful eyes flashed with a blazing white light, looking like two large light bulbs.

Her breath suddenly became ethereal, and layers of ripples surged around her.

This is precisely the phenomenon produced by the superpower interfering with the real space.

A group of red-robed high priests looked shocked.

"Boom!"

Jialuo knocked on the floor again.

His Majesty raised the scepter with both hands and said in a loud voice, "Dawning City will never succumb to the gods!" ”

As she spoke, the fluctuations in her body became more and more vigorous, and the ripples around her body became more and more dense.

Several red-robed high priests only felt a "buzz" in their brains, and an inexplicable feeling surged in their hearts.

They opened their mouths and chanted in unison, "Dawn City will never succumb to the gods!" ”

*

Afar.

High in the sky.

More than two hundred huge black eagles, each dragging dozens of soldiers, were flying with difficulty.

Moments ago.

Suddenly, one appeared in the sky and dropped a golden spear.

It was a god who suddenly launched an attack on the dawn.

The terrifying fluctuation of divine power instantly spread to this place.

Most of the soldiers saw the spear of divine power, and their souls were shocked by the divine power, and they fainted with blood flowing from the seven orifices.

The giant eagle's body was stronger, barely resisting the pressure of divine power, but it was also affected a lot, and its wings obviously became a little weak.

The originally neat flight queue suddenly became chaotic.

That's when it happened.

A strange wave of darkness swept in from the direction of Dawning City.

The sergeant of the 342nd Regiment of the Second Class, White Fang, had a head that hurt as if it was about to explode, and his eyes could not see it at all.

"Boom!"

An illusory sound sounded in his head out of thin air.

It sounded like a crashing sound.

This sound seemed to have incredible magical power, and the sharp pain in Bai Fang's brain was instantly relieved, and his eyes were slightly cool, and he saw the attack of the gods again.

Around him.

All the soldiers who had passed out in a coma also had a "bang" in their heads, and then they woke up at the same time and turned their heads to look at the golden light.

By this time.

The golden spear thrown by the gods himself swept towards the target like thunder, that is, Dawning City.

In the blink of an eye.

The golden streamer went straight down from the endless sky, drawing a brilliant trajectory of more than 3,000 kilometers, which can be seen within a radius of 100,000 miles.

Any Qingyang person with a certain amount of extraordinary strength can sense endless killing intent from the depths of his soul just by seeing the golden light.

This is the wrath of God!

It is also the malice of the gods!

Another moment.

All the soldiers of the ten legions watched the golden light descend together, as if they had heard some kind of summons, and chanted a sentence in unison:

"Dawning will never succumb to the gods!"

As soon as each sentence was spoken, it disappeared in the cold wind high in the sky.

White Fang faintly sensed it, clenched the magic weapon with both hands, and muttered in his heart, "I feel it." ”

Although he was still bleeding and looked extremely miserable, there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

*

Outside the city of Dawn.

Inside a large farm.

Hundreds of Qingyang people are working seriously between the ravines.

It's early spring, when the staple crops are planted, and these farmers use simple machinery to sow seeds one by one.

That's when it happened.

Golden light fell from the sky.

The peasants couldn't help but look up, and each of them seemed to have been hit on the head by a giant hammer, and they all brushed their mouths and noses and spurted blood and fell down.

"Boom!"

An illusory sound appears.

The peasants struggled to their feet, as if inspired by some kind of inspiration, and with the last of their strength, they chanted in unison:

"Dawning will never succumb to the gods!"

The earth beneath their feet seemed to hear a sound, and an extremely subtle change had taken place.

A gray-haired farmer stroked the fertile land, then suddenly bent down and kissed the dirt reverently.

With great satisfaction in his eyes, he muttered in his heart, "I feel it." ”

The old farmer's eyes lost all sparkle and he took his last breath.

Because he is too old and has a variety of old diseases in his body, Shicai has been affected by divine power, and his soul can no longer support it.

But when death comes.

The old farmer's heart was full of peace and joy.

Because the last year of his life was also the year he was taken in by the Dawning Tribe, it was like a dream, and he felt that this life was worth it.

In contrast.

I used to live in a small tribe, and I was oppressed by the tribal elders all the year round, and I couldn't eat a full meal most of the year, and it was common for me to suffer from hunger and cold.

The old farmer felt that it was a dream to die on this land.

"Boom!"

Another illusory sound.

This sound sounded exceptionally clear.

But only the old farmer could hear it.

His soul floated out of his body.

The old farmer looked down at his transparent hands and feet, and instinctively realized one thing—his soul was about to dissipate.

He glanced up at the golden light in the sky again.

In the perspective of the soul.

The golden spear that the gods descended slowed down dozens of times, and the speed at which the golden trajectory extended was also greatly slowed down.

The old farmer naturally understood everything, and he muttered in an unusually firm tone: "Dawning City will never succumb to the gods!" ”

He turned and looked at a pillar of light that rose into the sky.

It was the special vision that formed after the nine totem poles were stimulated by the first crown.

In the real world.

The totem pole just emits a blinding glare of light.

In the horizon of the soul.

The totem pole turned into a brilliant super pillar of light, with a diameter of no less than 100 meters, and a height of an astonishing 1,000 kilometers.

The old farmer smiled slightly, and said to himself: "I have understood, I am very willing to be the nourishment of the Dawning Tribe!" ”

Normally.

Only by means of a living sacrifice can the totem pole absorb the soul of the sacrifice.

Outside of the living sacrifice, the totem pole cannot control the soul, and if the soul itself is unwilling, the totem pole is helpless.

At this time.

The old farmer's heart moved, and he instantly established a connection with the pillar of light, and his spirit body flew up and rushed towards the pillar of light.

In the course of the flight.

The old farmer met several souls.

They also volunteered to merge with the totem pole and contribute their last strength to the Dawning Tribe.

The old farmer smiled at each other and said in unison, "Dawning City will never succumb to the gods!" ”

View from a higher angle.

Tens of thousands of soul bridges extend from the totem pole and lead souls one by one.

This scene is quite spectacular to watch.

Because the power of the gods was so strong, despite the protection of the totem poles, a large number of old and weak people unfortunately died.

*

At the level of some kind of law.

The soldiers and civilians of the Dawn tribe shouted out their voices like Huang Zhong Dalu, stirring up endless reverberations.

"Never Surrender to the ...... of the Gods"

"Never give ......"

"Never ......"

Hundreds of millions of voices, along the invisible strings, instantly crossed the distance of far or near, and arrived at a majestic giant pillar.

Not a totem pole.

It's the pillar of light that this thing inspires—the Pillar of All Souls.

From the perspective of the law, every voice or consciousness is equivalent to a separate "spirit".

Each spirit is not powerful, but when countless spirits come together, quantitative changes can produce qualitative changes, which is the gathering power of small laws.

With the help of the Pillar of All Souls, you can leverage the power of the world.

This is exactly the secret technique that Cheng Han created by studying the world consciousness, studying the totem of the Qingyang world, studying the tiny laws, and integrating the masterpieces.

Or - god-level secret arts.

*

High in the sky.

At the moment when the Pillar of All Souls rushed up.

The owner of that giant golden arm, a golden-armored god covered in armor, immediately changed slightly.

His eyes flickered, and there was a contempt in his eyes: "A group of ants who don't know whether they are alive or dead, how can you resist the power of the gods?" ”

Only a few moments later.

The Golden Armor Spirit's face became a little ugly, and he cursed, "Humble ants, you can't escape the doom of death!" ”

He sensed that the Pillar of All Souls was rapidly increasing, and it had multiplied several times compared to just now, and this power was already enough to resist the golden spear.

But He felt it didn't matter.

One or more "Burning Guns" will be easy to do.

The golden-armored god raised his arm high again, and once again gathered a cloud of golden light in his hand, intending to throw a second spear.

Hum!

It's just ants.

Also trying to confront the gods?!

Another moment.

The Golden Armor Divine Spirit was amazed to see that a large number of souls flew into the pillar of light and completely merged into it.

As if it had received nourishment, the Pillar of All Souls suddenly expanded a large section, and the aura it emitted also climbed a step.

The old face of the golden-armored god became more and more serious.

The power of the Pillar of All Souls had already made him feel a strong threat.

The Golden Armor Divine Spirit made a decisive decision - to avoid its edge!

The light in His hand quickly dissipated, and the whole person quickly became blurred.

However.

This deity underestimated the Pillar of All Souls.

also underestimated Cheng Han's means.

*

Among the towers.

Under the first crown, Jia Luo, through the perspective of the totem pole, saw the golden spear descending, and also saw the golden armor god disappearing.

Her beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, and she drank in her mouth: "Chop!" ”

The next moment.

The Pillar of All Souls was like a balloon punctured by a needle, and it was directly reduced by half.

Two slender rays of light, with extremely powerful fluctuations and extremely brilliant light, suddenly burst out of the pillar of light.

Exactly—the Light of the Fallen God.

The first light flashed and hit the golden spear in an instant.

"Boom!"

Only to hear a thunderclap.

The spear collapsed.

The light also collapsed.

Gold and white light mingle to completely illuminate the sky.

The second light was a little thicker, and it instantly soared into the sky, accurately hitting the hidden position of the gods, and then penetrating the void.

The Golden Armor God General roared angrily, and a large amount of divine fire instantly appeared in his right hand, condensing into a flame shield, blocking it in front of him.

Subsequently.

"Poof!"

There was a soft thud.

The Fallen God's Light struck the Flame Shield and pierced through the shield effortlessly.

To this point.

The golden armor god had no time to dodge, and could only watch as the light hit his lower abdomen.

This moment.

A trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the Golden Armor Divine Spirit, and there was also a hint of shock in it.

What was terrifying was that the power of the Falling God's Light was enough to kill this clone in an instant.

If it weren't for the fact that the shield had been pierced, he had used a secret technique to deflect the light at a small angle, fearing that his head would have been hit.

What shocked me was that the power level of the Ming Ming Light Pillar was similar to that of himself, and he should be able to block it by casting a secret method.

However, the two rays of light that emerged from the pillar of light, but the power level was raised a little out of thin air, and the flame shield could not be delayed for even a moment.

Such means were incomprehensible to Him.

And then.

The light of the fallen god struck the golden armor god's lower abdomen and pierced through it once more, leaving only a large black hole.

A lot of pale golden blood immediately emerged from the wound.

"Ah~"

The Golden Armor God screamed.

The power of the Fallen God's Light not only pierced his lower abdomen, but also burned his soul.

The golden-armored god cursed viciously and fled at a faster speed, not daring to stop for even a moment, lest he be attacked again.

The god's own sense of the crisis gave him a strong premonition that the next blow of Dawning City would be stronger, and the probability of his own fall was very high.

At this moment.

The Golden Armor Gods no longer dared to regard the Qingyang people of Dawning City as ants.

Below.

Among the towers.

The first crown, Jia Luo, put down the scepter, and her pretty face showed a huge surprise: "Everyone, the gods have been repelled by Dawn City!" ”

A group of red-robed chief priests were stunned.

The power of mortals can defeat the gods, which completely subverts their cognition.

Jia Luo tried his best to suppress his excitement, and his tone was filled with infinite admiration: "Praise Your Excellency the Great Elder!" ”

She personally manipulated the Light of the Fallen Gods, and knew how powerful this secret method was, and it was precisely because of this that she really worshipped the Great Elder who created the secret method to the depths of her soul.

The red-robed high priests came back to their senses and chanted in unison, "Praise Your Excellency the Great Elder!" ”

*

Hundreds of kilometers away.

High in the air.

White Fang looked up and watched as the light of the fallen god disappeared, and the god disappeared, and the whole thing was shocked to the extreme.

He was not a fool, and naturally he could see that the gods were repulsed.

Or rather, the Dawning Tribe won.

"Whew~"

The cold wind swept through.

White Fang reverently repeated his previous words: "Dawning City will never succumb to the gods!" ”