(Win the repechage and come back to update.,Everyone still has to pay attention to the body.,Brother's white blood cells stay up all night and stay up more than 2,000 left.,Normal people are more than 4,000.,I'm really afraid to stay up late.,The update may slow down in the future.,But the addition of the promise to you will definitely not be less.,In February, I said that the monthly pass plus more I changed five or six chapters.,There are still two weeks left to be able to add more.,That's probably the case)

(By the way, this chapter has a small easter egg that I specially prepared for someone, I don't know if you can find it)

The power of the heart light of two hundred seventy nine thousand eight hundred and forty-three thousand three hundred and twenty-one people was integrated into Wu Jie's heart light, although this was temporary, the power brought by it would be incalculable.

Cthulhu watched as he watched inside the Cursed Plane, where the petrified humanoid cross drew the sword that was plunged into his chest, and then turned into light.

Cthulhu knew he was ready to play the repechage.

Can't run away, the civilization of the curse plane is entangled in Cthulhu's holy path body, and although the giant of light that is being born in the plane is not yet fully formed, even if Cthulhu takes a casual look, he knows that this is definitely not an opponent that he can defeat.

O Holy Saints! The vast majority of the saints do not reach the stage of beating the Holy Throne, but this does not mean that the Holy Saints cannot beat the Holy Throne.

I can only try to see if I can win the repechage match after death.

Cthulhu thought.

Anyway, as long as the first saint is still there, the saint will not fall, and it is the resurrection of the reading note, although the time required for the resurrection of the reading note is very, very, very. Long. And in the turbulence of time and space, it is completely up to fate whether it can succeed, but at least there is a chance of resurrection.

Although hundreds of millions of years of throughput have disappeared, at least there is still a chance to win the repechage match.

Cthulhu knew that Wu Jie had not arrived at the Holy Realm at this time, as long as it was not a Holy Realm, he had not mastered the rules, and he did not have the power of the Holy Dao or the Innate Spirit Treasure, then no matter how powerful a Saint was, it would be impossible to kill the Holy Rank and make a Holy Rank completely fall.

Because of the Word!

Wu Jie heard Cthulhu's thoughts, he smiled, laughing that Cthulhu knew that he was still so arrogant, and still thought that even if he failed, he was just going to play a repechage match that was only 'possible' to lose, and he didn't think about the worst possibility at all.

He still didn't think he might die.

In that case, let's be prepared to face the final judgment!

"The greatness of humanity is the greatness of courage, and the hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage!"

"We are weak, but we are great."

"We are fireflies, but we are also stars!"

"Heaven and earth coexist with us, and the stars shine because of us!"

"We humans are the real stars in this vast night sky!"

Wu Jie's body was completely covered with light, no, he turned into light at this moment!

Shining light!

Brilliant people!

Best regards, O glorious Giant of Light!

Holding two swords in both hands, a long sword body is stained with blood, rendering the original bright silver sword body into a golden color, and there are runes engraved on the sword body, each rune is different, under the immersion of golden blood for three days and three nights, the long sword contains endless light power; The other long sword was as black as ink, surrounded by seemingly endless resentment and hatred, and the body of the sword was also engraved with countless inscriptions, and at the same time, the sword body was covered with countless tiny cracks, as if it would be shattered with a slight thump.

Cthulhu looked at the giant of light with two swords, Cthulhu, who was already ready to play the repechage match and was mentally prepared for the possibility of not winning the repechage match, panicked, and a huge sense of crisis arose.

He felt something, something he had dreamed about before, but never wanted to see now.

That's—the Word!

The Holy Way is the most important thing of a Holy Throne, and the last step for everything to achieve the Holy Throne is to engrave their own Holy Way in the essence of the multiverse.

The Holy Way is the most original foundation of the Holy Throne, it doesn't matter if the body is blown up, it can be condensed, even if it is beaten to sleep for thousands of years, it doesn't matter, as long as enough time is given, the Holy Way is still there, and the Holy Throne can still be resurrected.

The Holy Way exists, the Holy Position exists, the Holy Way is destroyed, the Holy Position is destroyed!

And the Holy Path is not a substantial existence, but a deeper existence with a more advanced concept, so unless it is a holy position to the Holy Position, and each other cancels each other out with the Holy Dao, the Holy Position is an eternal immortal, immortal, and immortal existence.

After being thrown into the turbulence of time and space, the connection between the Holy Throne and the Holy Dao became extremely weak, at least for the junior Holy Position. After all, their holy ways are compared to those of the high saints. It's a little bit off.

This is also one of the reasons why Cthulhu estimates that he may not be able to win the repechage, and the connection with the Holy Way is too weak. But isn't it good that now that His connection to the Word has grown?

This is indeed a good thing, if your holy path does not appear because the other party wants to attack!

Why, isn't He just a saint? Why do I have a sense of total collapse? Authority, this power is authority?! Wait a minute, this look, this face, no, this can't be, it's you, it's you!! ’

Cthulhu's expression was sluggish, and at this moment, his thoughts seemed to have returned to countless years ago, the era called the Flood Calendar, when he was still a saint of all races on the Flood Continent, living a high holy throne god.

He escaped from the lower latitudes a long, long time ago on the train of the Lord of War, and then became a holy deity, and this remained until the Emperor of Mankind attained enlightenment and was thrown into the turbulence of time and space.

In other words, although Cthulhu is very vegetable, he has lived a really long time, in his long life, although he did not have the courage to participate in some major events of the flood famine, and those who participated in it can be said to be forced to participate, but he did witness many major events of the famine, such as the enthronement of the two emperors of the Eastern Heavens, and for example. The battle for fame of the big XX!

What should be the battle for fame of the big XX?

It's definitely not a battle of the Titan Soldiers, it's a silver earth!

That year, the silver earth.

He waited for his people to go to war, saying that he was going to war, but in fact he was following the master clan and being a bastard. He still knows very well what he is, he is just a primordial saint, and his family is only a fairly weak race, although the probability of giving birth to a law profession is relatively high, but the difference in innate attributes makes them not to mention that compared with the top ones, even the top hundred can't squeeze in!

Cthulhu knows very well not to show his head, and whoever shows his head the most conspicuously in this environment will die the fastest.

He also thought that Da XX must be dead, but now he thinks about how ridiculous it is, whether it is Da XX easily recovering the Five Elements True Monarch Kong Xuan, or then using the innate spirit treasure to set up an array, killing several saints of the dragon clan, and staining the silver earth with blood, it all let him know that this is definitely not an ordinary person.

During this time, he also encountered a small 'funny thing'.

He led his people to join the Sea Clan Alliance, which was formed by the twelfth-ranked Sea Kings. The Sea Kings formed an alliance with the twenty-first ranked Optimus Turtle, and the later Sea Clan Alliance was an alliance composed of a large number of aquatic races, the Octopus Clan, the Shark Clan, and the Crab Clan. These clans will certainly be divided into more detailed branches within themselves, but externally they will all use a uniform name. The Sky Swallowing Shark Throne and the Flame Shark Throne both refer to themselves as the Shark Clan's Saint Throne to the outside world, and they are members of the Sea Clan Alliance.

The Sea King Clan has two high saints, many junior saints, and a variety of means comparable to the combat power of the saints. Plus a High Saint of the Optimus Turtle Clan who is allied with it, a High Saint of the Dragon Turtle Clan, and the existence of other Sea Clan Alliances. The strength of the Sea Clan Alliance cannot be underestimated!

If the Sea King Clan completely integrates the entire Sea Clan Alliance into one race, then it will basically sit firmly on the top spot in the second echelon of the Flood Desolation Ten Thousand Clans, and even hope to compete for the tenth place!

The first ten races are either born with an origin, or their own innate attributes are against the sky, anyway, they are almost invincible at the same level, but the gold content of the four high saints is too terrifying, and the Kun clan and the Peng clan also have only one high saint, at least only one on the surface, but the power of the origin they are born with makes them extremely powerful.

When the Sea Clan Alliance opened up the silver land, the Sea King Clan directly sent two clones of the High Saints as team leaders, plus the First Saint of the Sea Clan Alliance, this is enough for any alliance to dare not underestimate the existence.

And then!

On that day, he was enjoying in the camp of the Sea Clan, eating hot pot and singing, and was beaten!

On that day, two guys who maintained the Dao body rushed into the Sea Clan's camp.

One is against the high saint of the Optimus Turtle Clan, and the other is against the high saint of the Sea King Clan.

And then!

The two high saint clones were blown up alive!

Even if it's a doppelganger, it's a doppelganger of the High Sage!

Is it reasonable to be directly hit!?

But the fact is that not only were the two High Saint clones blown up, but even the ocean formed by the power of the Holy Throne was uprooted and thrown into the high latitudes. Even the Sea King Clan's High Saint Figure, who came here to pursue the attacker, was severely injured!

A high saint of the Sea King clan was beaten alive into two puddles of flesh, and a huge amount of flesh and blood gathered and turned into a huge ocean. The other Sea King Clan's High Saint was even more miserable, located in the high-latitude Saint Dao, which was directly pulled to the real world, and then was slashed by the sword qi and shattered to the ground. There is no news from that high saint until the human calendar, and there is a high probability that he is still recuperating from his injuries.

Those two monsters! After they had finished beating the high-ranking Saints, they soon launched a massacre against the ordinary Saints of the Sea Clan Alliance!

Slaughter!

Slaughter the Holy Throne!

At that time, there were at least more than ten junior saints in the Sea Clan Alliance, but even the high-level saints could only end up with a serious injury and escape, what else could their group of junior saints do?

The bloody slaughter began, and those two monsters were quite particular about not attacking non-holy positions. It may also be because the non-holy positions can't even bear the aftermath of the battle between them, and there is no point in making a move.

In the Flood Calendar, on the Flood Continent, there will be a vision of heaven and earth when the Holy Throne falls.

The most common is the rain of blood.

After that day, there was a continuous rain of blood falling on the entire Flood Desolate Continent.

Cthulhu was directly frightened by the terrifying power of beating the High Sage at that time, and he wanted to escape, but he couldn't get out at all. Only two of the more than ten primary saints were killed, namely Cthulhu and the throne of the Sky Swallowing Shark Clan.

At that time, he was already in a state of waiting for death with his eyes closed, and the Holy Throne of the Sky Swallowing Shark Clan was beaten half to death in front of him, and it was estimated that he was about to die, and it would be his turn after he died. But the monster that blew up the Sea King Clan's High Saint clone with one punch was stopped by another monster with a long sword, saying that there was not enough time, so he wouldn't kill it first.

With that, they left.

Before leaving, the guy who had killed several junior saints with his sword glanced at him with a meaningful look and left him with a sentence: "I hope the next time we meet, you can remember what you look like now." ”

Where did the immortal Cthulhu think so much, he picked up the half-dead Sky Swallowing Shark Holy Throne and turned his head and ran. Thinking about it later, it was only a warning to let him know the current affairs, and he really thought that if he could meet those two again next time, he would have to kneel and kowtow immediately to avoid death!

But he never saw the two men again, until. . .

He understood why he had finally rushed to the lower latitudes like crazy at that time.

- Sogasne. I see

"Yes, it's you. Is that you? I give up! I give up! Spare me! I am willing to be a slave! I am willing to be driven by you, my lord, and I ask to be your slave forever! I'm vowing to the River Styx now! I swear, I beg you to spare me! No! No! ”

"Spare you?"

Wu Jie laughed, two hundred seventy nine million eight hundred seventy four thousand three hundred twenty-one laughs laughing at the ridiculous appearance of the so-called gods.

"You ask, will the civilization of this plane spare you, you ask, will all the creatures of this plane spare you. If they are willing to forgive you, why not let you live? ”

Cthulhu looked at the shattered plane, no, he was no longer in the shattered plane. It's a whole new universe, a universe that came out of nowhere out of nowhere.

Cthulhu looked and saw a gear above the universe, which exuded the power of supreme order and maintained absolute order.

Cthulhu looked and saw the infinite darkness beneath the universe, and there was absolute chaos hidden in the darkness, and even if he fell into it, he would be completely distorted.

Cthulhu looked and saw his completely incomprehensible words on the far edge of the universe, some fragments of words like the murmuring of the ancient gods in an incomprehensible strange pattern: [Wu # high and low is a ##宙] [Waiduo π come @] [McDonald's in Shanghai for more than 30 yuan a meal is okay] [Lu XX more&] [] [Food I% group Y].

Cthulhu looked at it, and the four hundred and ninety-nine thousand six hundred and forty-three thousand three hundred and twenty-one rudiments of the heart around him merged with the dark resentment of civilization, and the terrifying resentment and hatred made him feel a piercing chill from the body of the Holy Dao to the Holy Dao itself.

"It seems that none of them are willing to forgive you."

In the universe, the shining Wu Jie held dual swords, surrounded by phoenixes and the principles of civilization, and a light called miracle burst out with incredible power in his heart.

The miracle light distorts time and space, and the miracle authority already has the power to cross time and space, and this place is a turbulent flow of time and space, connecting to the future.

At this moment, Shining Wu Jie and Cthulhu, the Holy Throne of All Races, seemed to have traveled through time and space.

Wu Jie smiled, he saw something interesting.

"I see, it seems that some things are really predetermined"

"Give me a chance! My lord! Give me a chance! Not ——!!! ”

Two long swords arrived one after the other, one nailed Cthulhu's body to death in the universe, and the other struck out the high-latitude body.

Twenty three million two hundred seventy nine thousand three hundred seventy-one spiritual lights converged around the miracle light, and they merged into the miracle light, and the dazzling miracle light became the only image that Cthulhu saw at the last glance before it fell.

The light runs through the turbulence of time and space, and the dazzling miracle light powder reaches the high latitude and the low latitude. Following the body of Cthulhu's holy path, the holy path that left its mark on the multiverse was completely erased by the dazzling miracle light.

Cthulhu, the Holy Seat of All Races, has fallen!

[Completely kill one of the primary saints and get one E-level authority. Plane detected. The emergency recall function will be activated in five seconds, forcibly recalling the reincarnation of the Central Continent team, as well as its belongings, to the main god space to deduct 10,000 reward points, correction, correction, is being calculated. Deduct minus 30,000 bonus points, correct, need to recall and correct through special channels to deduct 1 bonus point, start! 】

(End of chapter)