The silent sea of death is ruined and ruined, and the bottom of the sea is so quiet that you can almost hear a pin.

"Hmm, Jiang Shang, that's a good name!" Long Xuhu muttered softly, and when he looked at Li Qingming, he found that his face was full of surprise, and he could swallow an ostrich egg directly with his big mouth open.

Li Qingming was stupid, Yin Xi was also stupid, and after a while, the two of them jumped up together, and the majestic momentum came out, and they all pressed towards Jiang Lingli, and said: "What? What did you just say? Your father's name is Jiang Shang, Jiang Ziya?

Although he was very suspicious that Li Qingming, the evil god, would be so surprised, his intuition told him that if he answered accidentally, he would die, and he would die a miserable death.

So, Jiang Lingli swallowed his saliva carefully and said softly: "Yes......"

"Is your father from the Pangu Great Thousand Realms, is he from the First or Second Yan Period?"

Jiang Lingli thought seriously for a while, and replied honestly: "My father and I are both from the Pangu Great Thousand Realms of the First Yan Era!"

"That's right!" Li Qingming slapped his palms and said: "No wonder I think this product is mixed with Yuqing Yuan, Jiang Ziya is a member of the Sect of Interpretation, and naturally cultivates Yuqing Dafa......!

After sighing for a long time, Li Qingming grabbed Jiang Lingli, glared at him and said, "Your father is just such a son as you, right? There should be a special and effective contact between you! Send a distress message to your father." Lead him to the Sea of Death!"

Jiang Ling was stunned for a moment, and then began to struggle violently, and said, "Don't you think about it! It's a big deal that you kill me now, I won't let my father be in danger!"

To say that he didn't want to send a distress signal to Jiang Ziya would be false, but he was afraid of the cultivation of Li Qingming and the others, since he opened his mouth to let him send a distress signal, he must be sure to give their father and son a pot.

If he fights for it again, when they trigger the ban on suppressing the water prison, his father will naturally know about it, and he will be fully prepared at that time. The army is overwhelmed. Are you afraid that so many saints and sub-saints will not be successful?

As soon as he thought of this, Jiang Lingli struggled violently again, and began to punch and kick Li Qingming with only his own body, and his attacks were chaotic. There is no order to speak of.

Li Qingming saw Jiang Lingli's hidden eyes with a touch of fear and panic. One threw Jiang Lingli to the Dragon Whisker Tiger and the Wild Bull. said: "Give him a long memory, let him 'voluntarily' trigger the distress signal, and lure Jiang Ziya over!" Don't let this kid hang!"

"Hehe, haode, Brother Li (Senior Brother)! Make sure he obediently submits!" The Wild Bull and the Dragon-Whiskered Tiger looked at each other excitedly, and Quack Monster laughed.

"Brother Manniu, are you or am I first?" said the dragon bearded tiger as he touched the pair of rounded dragon horns on the top of his head.

", you played so well just now, it's time to change me!" Manniu pulled the dragon whisker and tiger aside like a ruffian, and showed a bright smile to Jiang Lingli, who was half-sitting on the ground on his knees, and said, "Are you ready?"

Jiang Lingli's eyes were so sharp, looking at the cold and shining teeth of the brute cow and the already hideous expression, he knew that there was nothing good, and hurriedly said: "Don't think I'll tell you a word!"

"Hehe, I hope you'll say that again later!" the brute smiled, and with a flick of the thumb and middle finger of his right hand, a shimmering crimson light shot out from his fingertips and went straight into Jiang Lingli's body.

"Wow~~~"

The blood-colored light entered his body, Jiang Lingli suddenly howled miserably, a trace of blood flashed in his Yuan Shen Consciousness Sea, and his entire body seemed to be bombarded by thunder, so painful that he fell to the ground with convulsions, and cold sweat oozed out like wine syrup.

The powerhouse of the peak of the dignified sub-saint, the power that may become holy at any time, was tossed by the monks of several small realms lower than him, and he couldn't survive and couldn't die, holding his head and rolling on the ground again and again, constantly letting out a terrible howl.

Li Qingming and the others all watched coldly as Jiang Lingli kept struggling and howling, crying in pain and wiping away tears, almost fainting in pain. But every time he was about to fall unconscious, the dragon beard tiger, who had refined the power of the law of life, would smile and input him with a wisp of the power of the law of life, making him become a dragon and tiger again.

"Ah...... Bastards, bastards...... You, you scumbags...... Yes...... It hurts me to death......"

Jiang Lingli, who was in severe pain, at first, the foul language in his mouth was endless, and then, the scolding turned into a painful howl......

As for now, a quarter of an hour has passed, and Jiang Lingli, who obviously has more air in and less air out, is unconsciously hissing in his mouth and falling to the ground in a coma.

Long Xuhu walked over and gave Jiang Lingli a wisp of the power of the law of life, patted his face and said, "Hey, wake up!"

The sharp pain in Jiang Lingli's body suddenly dissipated, and he kept panting on the ground, looking at Li Qingming with extremely frightened and remorseful eyes.

"If you don't send it, you will use 'torture the soul'!" Li Qingming kicked Jiang Ling and said again.

Jiang Lingli couldn't see his original appearance at all, he was holding a head that had been beaten up five times bigger, nodded busily, and said, "Yes, my lord!"

......

At the foot of Mount Olympus of the Gods, there is a golden tower with exquisite shapes, nearly hundreds of thousands of feet high, and at the top of this giant tower there is a diamond-shaped spar that shimmers with colorful brilliance, exuding scorching energy.

This tower is called Rosta, and it houses the first generation of gods that have been overthrown in the history of the Titans, as well as the second generation of gods.

As the former king of the gods, Zeus was a failure!

Like his father, Ouranos, the god of the sky, his relatives turned against him, his divine powers were banned, and his godhead was stripped away. What made him vomit blood the most was that it was not Poseidon, the god of the sea, who pulled himself down from the altar and sat on the throne of the god king, but his son Apollo, the god of the sun.

Originally, he was counting on Apollo to save himself, but he didn't expect to be ruthlessly rejected by him.

Looking at the handsome young man in front of him who was dressed in a golden god-king robe, Zeus said weakly: "Apollo, don't you plan to let me out of the tower?"

"Can't!" Apollo glanced at Zeus expressionlessly, his voice cold, bitterly cold.

"Weishenme, weishenme?" Zeus suddenly became excited, he shook the large metal cage engraved with strange runes, and roared loudly: "Among my many sons and daughters, I value you the most, and you Weishenme still have to control me?"

Apollo looked at Zeus coldly and did not speak.

After a while, Zeus fell silent again, and again said weakly: "Okay, let's talk about it...... What do you want this time?" (To be continued......)