The arrival of Zhao Sicheng's spiritual power immediately caused panic among the god killers, and this coercion was a hundred times more powerful than the elemental ocean just now.

Zhao Sicheng's spiritual power was immediately put away, and Zhao Sicheng didn't want the two ancestors of the Zhao family to be too ugly, but those level 8 sword masters, demon masters, and level 9 great sword masters below the holy level, the great demon masters still "plopped, pounced" and fell to their knees.

"Didn't you fight quite vigorously just now? Why don't you fight now?" Zhao Sicheng's words did not contain fireworks, but it still did not prevent everyone from hearing the anger in Zhao Sicheng's words.

Zhao Yinxiang and the others looked up and saw a man suspended above the ruins of the palace.

Chris secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this man, although Zhao Sicheng's figure, appearance, and demeanor had changed dramatically after Zhao Sicheng's breakthrough, but with Chris's familiarity with Zhao Sicheng Cheng Dù, the contractual connection between the two, Chris still recognized his young master at a glance.

The eyesight of the warriors and magicians is quite good, and they can clearly see Zhao Sicheng's appearance, about one meter eight or nine tall, slender figure, black hair is a little messy, looking a little bohemian, rich eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, deep and bottomless black eyes, exuding a breathtaking cold light.

If you really want to say that when Zhao Sicheng broke through, there were any flaws in his modified appearance, the only thing that dissatisfied Zhao Sicheng was his own skin. The body that has just been tempered by the Nine Turns of the Demon Pill is a new piece of meat, and then it is processed by the innate vitality and merits in the Law Treasure Book, Zhao Sicheng's current skin is comparable to that of a newborn.

A big man, with fine skin and tender meat, is always uncomfortable. It is estimated that it will take a while to exercise this fine skin and tender meat.

What shocked everyone present was that Zhao Sicheng had the mark of the golden book on his forehead, and seeing the mark of this golden book, Archbishop Otis's eyes lit up, and he said word by word: "Ancient, ancient, knowledge, knowledge, of, god, a, Luo, Fei, Er!"

"The God of Ancient Knowledge!"

"Alofil, the god of knowledge!"

……

Zhao Sicheng was puzzled when he heard this, could a god descend on the Yuanjing Continent? Zhao Sicheng had been reincarnated in the Yuanjing Continent for thirteen years, and if the gods had been able to descend on the Yuanjing Continent, they would have come a long time ago.

Since the gods of the Yuanjing Continent are all in the sky and do not run on the ground, it proves that there is a limit to the gods coming to the Yuanjing Continent.

Whether it's because the gods have to keep their distance from their followers and maintain a sense of mystery, or because there are restrictions on the gods coming to the Yuanjing Continent. In short, the gods are all in the divine realm, and there are no gods on this continent where humans live.

At this time, a god of knowledge suddenly appeared, or an ancient god, and Zhao Sicheng certainly felt a little inexplicable.

"Kill, kill, kill!" ......

Seeing Zhao Sicheng appear, the godkillers were even more crazy. The God of Knowledge is a precious non-combat god who is about to become extinct, a god who can't fight and carries a godhead, and has descended to the Yuanjing Continent, isn't this obviously giving everyone a chance? The self-righteous god killers obviously pinched Zhao Sicheng as a soft persimmon.

"Hmph!" Zhao Sicheng snorted coldly.

Turning Zhao Sicheng's home into ruins interrupted Zhao Sicheng's consolidation of cultivation, so that Zhao Sicheng needed to spend more time and energy to make up for the loss of this consolidation of cultivation, the most important thing was to beat Zhao Yuanzheng into the secret room and almost killed.

Zhao Sicheng hadn't settled accounts with them yet, and they rushed up to him. I didn't see Zhao Sicheng play any sword tricks, nor did I see Zhao Sicheng say anything or make any moves. The dark red bloodthirsty sword turned into countless dark red streamers, shuttling among the godslayers.

The godkillers tried their best to block this strange streamer, but even if the godkillers tried their best, they couldn't defend against the sword light of Zhao Sicheng's bloodthirsty sword.

The bloodthirsty sword was as fast as lightning, and there were very few screams, whether it was a god-killer below the saint-level or a saint-level god-killer, they didn't react at all, and they were sucked dry of blood by the bloodthirsty sword. The Holy Rank can also leave a dried corpse, and those below the Holy Level will be wiped out.

This cold morning was more oppressive than the killing sound just now.

Except for the people belonging to the Zhao family and the six god-level, all the god-killers, including Archbishop Otis, were sucked dry of blood by the bloodthirsty sword and died silently.

The bloodthirsty sword was extremely fast, and after doing this, it only took three breaths for the godslayer to be killed by Zhao Sicheng with one move.

There was a faint murderous aura in the air, and these murderous aura, which were invisible to the naked eye, turned into wisps of gray aura, which were silently sucked into Zhao Sicheng's body. ,

At this time, Zhao Sicheng felt that his long-sealed killing law had loosened a little.

The bloodthirsty sword, which was full of blood, surrounded Zhao Sicheng like a tired bird returning to its nest, and let out a cheerful sword sound.

Zhao Sicheng was still suspended above the ruins, not saying a word, not making a single move. The silent atmosphere was so overwhelming that the six god-level people couldn't breathe, let alone those descendants of the Zhao family.

"Young Master. Chris was expressionless and quickly stood behind Zhao Sicheng.

"Why don't you kill it?" Zhao Sicheng didn't even look at Chris, and the faint tone overwhelmed everyone.

Zhao Yinxiang opened his mouth and asked, "You are not the god of ancient knowledge, who are you?"

Zhao Sicheng flew slowly in front of Zhao Yinxiang, and landed on the ground like this, the mark of the law book on his forehead seemed to be alive, flashing with golden light.

"Deity, leisure. Zhao Sicheng looked directly at the two ancestors of the Zhao family.

It's not that Zhao Sicheng doesn't want to respect his ancestors, but there are few ancestors who will smash the homes of his descendants into ruins.

"The two ancestors are not looking for the deity, if you have something to say, please say it now. Although his lungs were about to explode, Zhao Sicheng still used honorifics in his speech, just because they were ancestors.

Before Zhao Yinxiang could speak, Andrew of the Temple of Light next to him shouted, "You actually killed Archbishop Otis." ”

Zhao Sicheng frowned, Zhao Sicheng was extremely unhappy now, and this Andrew was still shouting. If it weren't for the fact that Prince Gong's Mansion still needed to be rebuilt, and Zhao Sicheng found that he had broken through this time, the defense of Prince Gong's Mansion had formed a vacuum, how could Zhao Sicheng leave these few god levels?

"Noise!" Zhao Sicheng's two words of noise, like a giant hammer, smashed into Andrew's heart.

"Poof......" Andrew spurted out a mouthful of blood. It's terrible to turn around and run away without dying, even if you are the Pope, you don't have this ability.

"Isn't there still three to five years left for the return of all walks of life? How can there be gods who suddenly go to the lower realm?" Andrew regretted in his heart, Andrew could not escape the blame for the death of Archbishop Otis. Andrew's status when he returns to the Holy See of Light will also decline, but it is better than dying in the hands of Zhao Sicheng now.

Additional Today's Winner:

Lunar calendar: March 27 (Wushen) (Chonghu)

Today's good luck: Ping (at noon)

Today's auspicious time: Chen, Si, Wei, Shen

Today's fierce time: Zi, Yin, Xu, Hai

Twenty-eight Nakshatras: Lou

Appropriate: Sacrifices, prayers, covenants, and transactions

Don't: buy a house, plant

In the end, the poem is as usual: "Ask for clicks, ask for recommendations, and ask for collections." ”