If that person is in control of the throne again, then the gods here will face a huge problem of freedom - as a god, they will have to be checked and balanced by a human being, and even killed and killed, and the result can be described as more than a simple shame. Even they don't know how long this kind of day will last, and it is very likely that the result will be ruined together. So, in any case, having been given the opportunity to regain their freedom, they would never allow themselves to return to that cage again.

Gazing at the four groups of eyes of her companions, Cun Zài, who made a voice, paused slightly, but then, she seemed to muster up her courage: "I have observed this human for a long time, but I still can't see many of his thoughts, I only know that his way of judging things seems to be very strange all the time, and it seems that he follows some rules of this world, but he can destroy them for some things, and he has the ability to break them completely...... If he really forced him to a certain point, he might instead take action to destroy the world...... And how can you guarantee that the next person who might pick up the piece will be more reliable than him?"

The goddess of the spring sighed and lowered her thick eyelashes: "Compared to the crisis of this world being ruined, I still prefer that he doesn't go crazy...... As for being accused by him, if you don't have a choice, there's nothing wrong with it, anyway, it's much simpler and more interesting than being a god yourself. ”

"Are you going to be his again...... Slave?" The Dark Goddess sneered, "You're really crazy!"

Actually, it's more like ...... than crazy Cowardice, right?

Elistry stared at this qiē. Her eyes finally fell on the countenance of the daughter of Sivannas, who looked like she wasn't going to say anything more. There was no expression on her lowered face, but Elistra seemed to see the contradiction in her heart—in all fairness. The human being was not a difficult being, he was not very ambitious, and he was treated leniently with the gods. For a weak god like Adas, the living conditions in this new space are almost the same as her original kingdom, so her rejection of this is not strong.

It's just the most fickle of all human beings, or of all intelligent creatures...... If there is no ambition now, it does not mean that there will be no one in the future, let alone that human being so far. How much trouble has he caused? No one can guarantee what he will want to do in the future, and what he will bring to these gods.

He will either release these gods, or he will be found and killed by other gods, such as the Father of the Oak Tree or the Elven King...... However, this qiē is only unknown, and none of the five gods here, including Elistri, are willing to gamble on the uncertain odds.

Pressing a qiē on a person's decision. It's stupid for God.

But what kind of judgment can be considered wise?

"Freedom alone is not enough. ”

The lion god hesitated. The normally rough deity sighed and said something, "Actually, if you return to the Father of the Oak now." I can't even guarantee that he won't use us to replace his lost powers. Do you think we have any choice in that case? And you two Majes...... Do you really think you can find a better place to hide from Rose?"

His words were simple.

Nubien, the lion god. He was never a wise god, and his thoughts were often simple and clear, but once again the rest of the gods fell silent.

Elistra was silent...... She really didn't think about these issues—or, in other words, she consciously or unconsciously chose to ignore them when her own freedom was no longer guaranteed: "Now is not the time for us to discuss these things, and what we have to think about now is how to prevent him from getting that piece of royal power." ”

"It's a bit hard, I'm afraid. ”

A new god joins in the awkward conversation—Theonlia, the gaze of the goddess of the Forest, lingering somewhere in the distance: "That stupid mortal can't hear us at all...... Unless he uses Psychic again, there is no way we can give him accurate orders again. ”

What happens if you can't give an order?

The gods' eyes turned in unison.

Through the connection between God and the believer, they can observe what the Supreme Shaman saw, and yet because of that...... Anger also came to my heart along with the observation.

However, in this short moment, in the depths of that shaman temple, the battle situation has become uncontrollable.

The Supreme Shaman was roaring and scattering runes into the circle around him, but no matter how hard he tried, the surging energy would not recondense because of this—a small pink hand pressed against the edge of the circle, and in the light on the ground, it showed a soft pink light, which became more and more delicate and delicate......

However, the results are terrible!

Where this hand waved, all the energy was distorted, the wall of light, the curtain of light, the ball of light...... In the end, they all compressed, trembled, gathered and dissipated towards that hand! Even the magical structure that supported the pit was crumbling because of this! And the holy warrior also attacked one sword light after another, and in the rumbling roar, the rubble rained down, so the shamans chasing behind them had to use magic to re-stabilize the passage, and as a result, although they had the upper hand in their hands, they became the scrambled side!

Stupid mundane...... As a spellcaster, he didn't know that he was the first to close the passage and completely handed over the initiative to the other party.

"Who is that little girl, and what kind of abilities is she using?" Bellena opened her eyes, she didn't bother to look at this stupid battle anymore.

"I don't know. The configuration of the magic net has not been changed, but ......"

All the gods were frowning, and their ability to observe was naturally far greater than that of those who were tracking...... However, in their memory, there never seemed to be such a situation in this multiverse: "She...... As if it was absorbing that energy, the warping of the magic net did not cause any changes. ”

Nubien muttered to herself. But it made the rest of the gods frightened: "Another user of the power of Pandorian Ryan?"

If that's really the case, then this fights. What's the point?

Just destroy it directly and close the path of the opponent's advance. It can force them to fight against the odds, while allowing their side to work at ease and minimize losses...... Only in this way can this odious battle be ended.

If you can......

Looking at the passage ahead, there were several figures that were moving forward...... The Supreme Shaman shook his head and once again pressed the thought into his heart - although experience told him that this was the simplest and most secure way to achieve it, the gap between the ideal and the reality was like a moat. It is insurmountable.

The ceremonial road in front of us, a passage carved out of the rock out of thin air, is connected to the mausoleum itself—a grand mausoleum that took three generations and nearly a hundred years of work by nearly a thousand shamans, each component of which is a magnificent work of art that has been carefully calculated and meticulously constructed, a closed castle suspended from the ground. As the only access to the mausoleum, in order to ensure the maximum safety, every inch of this path, whether it is the ground wall or the zenith, is an integral part of the huge magic circle.

Even if he controls the ultimate authority of a magic circle. I can't destroy any of these areas lightly!

Because when this passage was built, no one would have thought of destroying it, let alone someone would have blended into the deepest part of the mausoleum, which was protected by more than ten layers of divine power barriers! It is to completely destroy the entire passage, but in this way, even if you ignore the problem of repair. Time is bound to be protracted...... But in the oracle of the god of the mountain, it needs to be dealt with first. It's not the girls in front of you, it's the one who dares to blaspheme. Thieves who steal into the mausoleum!

If he wasted time just for the sake of these few people, he couldn't imagine the danger that Cunzài could cause—it was a powerful spellcaster who could control three great shamans, and if such a Cunzài deliberately planned something, how many problems would it cause in the mausoleum? Not to mention the destruction, even if it was just a little bit of invasion on the remains of his ancestors, it was already an end that he was unwilling to face.

These thoughts kept rolling in his heart, like countless thin needles piercing his heart, making him more and more impatient.

What kind of nightmare is this qiē......

The magic power stirred around the old man's body, sending his pale beard flying, and the bloodshot in his eyes was as dense as a spider's web, and from a distance, it seemed to be covered with a layer of scarlet blood!

In the field of vision, the short figure in the black robe had already stepped forward again at some point, pressing his hand against an invisible wall of divine power!

If this qiē is a nightmare, that small figure must be the biggest nightmare among them! The Supreme Shaman gritted his teeth fiercely, and in his gaze, energy was frantically emerging from the space, constructing defensive runes, flickering and constructing a wall of force fields as thick as a human body......

But in the next instant, this wall of energy that could have withstood the dissociation technique, or hundreds of fireballs, was distorted!

As if a hot knife cut into the butter, a golden flame burst out, and the surging energy was peeled off from the umbra of the magic circle, rolling into a fine pitch-black crack in the air, stretching out the black robe towards the person, the small palm was concentrated! The surging energy even burned the bronze poured magic circle base buried under the ground in an instant, and a series of sparks and large puffs of pungent green smoke were raised!

Stripped? No, that's plundering!

The great shaman couldn't help but let out a hoarse roar from his throat.

As a spellcaster, this great shaman certainly has a considerable understanding of divine magic, but for him, the power of divine magic is like the earth under his feet, which should be solid and stable, and it is impossible to produce any wavering.

However, now, the little figure in a black robe is completely subverting this qiē cognition - the layers of magic circles exploded and burned due to the reverse current of energy, and the cobweb-like cracks continued to stretch from the tunnel, and the creaking and grinding sound was like a groan of pain, so the dozens of people who followed the great shaman had to divide a few more and support those rock formations with the power of divine magic. Otherwise, once it collapses, the result will not be much different from failure.

As for the Supreme Shaman himself. He who had already consumed most of the demigods could do nothing. Only the totem staff in his hand connected the dots, so that the lightning of the Dao Dao flew towards the few people in front of him.

But even he knew very well that there was no point in it—not even a little delay.

The lightning that erupted like a fire tree and silver flower disappeared in an instant—the long sword in the holy warrior's hand swung and cut off the lightning one by one with an incredible degree! The powerful electrical energy burst through layers of blue flames on her blade, but in the end, it could only fly away, unable to hurt the other party in the slightest!

And at the same time, the force field wall that blocked them had been completely absorbed and disappeared, and the small black figure even clapped its hands lightly. As if pleased with his actions, the childish giggle whispered through a messy tunnel and into the ears of the supreme shaman!

She must be stopped, or else......

"Teacher ......"

"What!"

A young voice interrupted his thoughts, and the old man's roar startled him himself, and he turned sharply to stare at the face of the fellow who dared to speak at this moment—the latter's face was pale with anger from the roar, but his voice was somewhat calm: "Please don't worry too much, this is from the entrance of the mausoleum. There are only three force fields left to protect it!"

Is this guy crazy too?

The old man stared at his apprentice, a very talented young man with a strong belief in the god of the mountain, and therefore became the most accomplished of his many apprentices, and the old man had no doubt that it would take time. In twenty years at most, he will be able to have a strength close to that of the current three great shamans.

"Teacher, I know you're in a hurry. But......" The young man said hurriedly, "We don't need to rely on the protection of these divine powers, as long as we get to the front." It must be impossible for them to get through the gate of the Guò Mausoleum!"

"How can it be impossible to get through ......" The great shaman laughed angrily, but his hoarse voice had no 'laugh' at all. More like a beast baring its teeth.

That damn blasphemer accused the three great shamans. With their help, even if he wanted to enter the deepest part of the mausoleum, it would only be a matter of raising his hands...... And this is also the reason why he has been constantly trying to contain these people along the way - if he allows that black-robed man with terrifying power and that sword saint level holy warrior to join them, even if he can get the gift of the god of the mountain, he may not be able to match them.

Originally, in order to prevent this situation, he let the high shamans pour out of the nest, but at this moment......

The Great Shaman sighed, his gaze swept over the people behind him - although there were about seventy people following behind him, but in this short journey, a large amount of their divine skills had been consumed, and just to maintain the integrity of the passage had already exhausted at least their fifth or sixth order divine skill positions, and it was already an overestimate to say that the combat power was halved.

So there is no other option.

The harsh truth gripped the old man's heart, and he shook his head, noncommittal about it, and just strode forward. The shamans, under the command of his disciples, began to divide their troops into two ways - the dozen or so people who had consumed Yan zhòng stopped here, waited and commanded the upcoming follow-up soldiers, and also applied the remaining buff magic to other companions.

The degree of this team has nearly doubled.

The last half of the passage was surprisingly silent, and the chase and escape became a very tacit affair - even if the walls of the force field no longer appeared, the paladin and the princess did not choose to flee, and they even lowered their progress a little. Regardless of whether they were confused or just wanted to restore their bodies, the Great Shaman was only halfway through his vision.

But such silence is only an episode after all.

The hall leading to the mausoleum gate has appeared at the end of the field of vision.

"Be prepared...... We ......"

The Great Shaman commanded in a deep voice.

But his voice suddenly became dumb in an instant!

The hoarse voice caused all the shamans to raise their gaze at the same time—in their astonished gaze, the old man's body froze in a motion of turning his head and waving his hand, as if he had been hit by a petrified spell. However, before everyone could discern the cause of this qiē, the great shaman suddenly spoke

No, not at all, he was still stiff as a stone statue, but there was another voice that echoed around him,

A woman's voice.

"How do I know how that Tangus is connected to his followers? The universal method doesn't work at all!And now with that guy back on the main material plane, Pandor's power is starting to be strengthened again......"

However, in this illogical rhetoric, there was a pure power that suddenly spread out from the old man's body and spread out to the surroundings!

It was a soft ripple of light that passed through all the shamans' bodies, so that everyone had no intention of thinking about the strange words, but instead focused on their own bodies—the bodies that had been exhausted from the previous battles seemed to be re-energized, as if they had rested completely after several hourglasses. (To be continued......)

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