Against the Gods

“Big... Elder! ”

This unexpected scene surprised the people of the Yun clan. The second elder cloud swept and the third elder Yunhua quickly moved forward. They perceived the wounds of the cloud, and their hearts were heavily “tumbled” for a moment.

The Yun clan people didn't know what was happening, but they were clear, thinking about what Yun Jiao said in the ancestral temple before, and what they said about Yun Jiao, and thinking about his feelings with Yun Shang... When my heart paused, I felt like I pressed 10,000 tons of boulders, and I couldn't breathe at all.

Other elders and too many elders are gray, but no one is angry with the clouds.

Not only the Cloud Clan, but also the Arid Dragon in the Chestnut and the Nine Weeks Palace.

What's going on here?

Isn't he the “savior” of the Heavenly Clouds?

How can you fight your own people to death?

The old man in green clothes was also obviously stunned, and the smile on his face was even more peaceful. He said, "It turns out that Taoist friends are neither of the Tianjinyun people nor friends of the Tianjinyun people. It seems that there is still some resentment. It seems that today's events are just a misunderstanding. ”

Even though Yunchuang brutally slaughtered hundreds of wild sky dragons, annihilated the wild sky dragon lord, another sword severely damaged the Nine Weeks of Heaven, even the elder Yun's sword shot a half death, but the old man in green still smiled, fearless, even more unscrupulous.

The fairy wind and the clouds are slightly breezy, and there is a palpitating pressure.

He turned his eyes and said, "Master Yun, I don't know where this Taoist friend is. Where did you bring him from? ”

Yunting opened his mouth, he rose up to give a gift, and only then did he have some tough words: “Recall the impersonal, this... high man's name is clear, for my people... noble guest. ”

“Valued guests?” The old man smiled slightly: “Then it seems that the hospitality of your sinners is quite lacking and the noble guests are very unhappy. ”

“…” Yunting wanted to look at the clouds, but dared not touch his eyes. For a moment, he could not speak.

He never dreamed, and stayed with them for more than twenty days in the clouds, was such a horrible figure.

And he'll stay just because of the clouds.

Such a person, if he could please, would be a great help to the heavenly cloud clan, which is now on the verge of great limits.

However, they are biased... biased...

The feeling of gray, remorse and powerlessness in your heart is like countless demons that have crippled your soul, and you don't even dare to think about a scene in the temple of your ancestors not long ago.

Only, in this world, there is no such thing as a medicine for regret.

On the side of the ancestral temple, Qianye Shadow still leaned against the stone pillar, his posture remained unchanged, and at the foot was the cloud still in a coma.

She glanced up at the tragic dragon-blooded dragon corpse. Her lips were like Lan's whisper: “So much resentment... Dragon Bai killed Mu Xuanyin, afraid to bring in the dragon clan all over the world. ”

Thinking of the past few months, Yunchuang sometimes lost control of her inner heart. When she vented wilfully on her jade, she lost her soul several times shouting out the word "teacher respect”... Her eyes shrugged and she cried coldly: “Rumor has it that the King of the Snow Realm, known as the ‘Ice Fairy of the Northern Realm', turns out to be just a cold, inner molester on the outside, ridiculous! ”

“Yunnan Daoyou,” the face of the godly deity once again became gentle, and he swept away, and said, “If it's a misunderstanding, then it's all good to say. The Arid Dragon Nation and the Nine Sundays Palace are here today out of personal grievances with the Tianjinyun Nation and have no intention of targeting Daoyou. The previous disrespectful offense was obviously to mistake Taoist friends for people of the Tianjinyun clan. ”

“The heavy losses of the Arid Dragon Nation and the burial of the Dragon Master have paid enough to provoke Taoist friends. Now that the misunderstanding has been solved, I also ask Daoyou to show mercy. I think that Daoyou will remember the mercy of Daoyou on a wild day and on a nine-week basis. It would be even more beautiful if we could make friends with the enemy in this regard. ”

Yunchuan's eyes swept around him, and the cold eyes clearly eased: “Who are you? ”

The smell of this old man is similar to that of the Ninth Week, and he has won a little, obviously another peak god, and his status is absolutely extraordinary. And he was so confident that, in this wilderness, where he came from, he was a cry out.

“Oh," the old man said: “The despicable Master Protector of the Thousand Desolate God God God God God is the Vain Son. If Yun Daoyou doesn't like it, just call him the Vain Daoist. ”

The four words of "Thousand Desolate Gods" came out, and in plain sight brought with them a heavenly power to deter all spirits.

That's right, in the wilderness, the Thousand Wilderness is the Heavenly Dome!

Ten thousand years ago, under the royal decree of the Moon Realm, Qianhao Shinto replaced the Tianzhu Yun Nation as the royal sect of the Realm, its dominance was no longer shaken, and the Tianzhu Yun Realm was renamed the Qianhao Realm.

Throughout these 10,000 years, the Qianhao Shinto religion has been imposing brutal sanctions on the Qianhao Yun clan… The final sanctions of the Qianhao Yun clan, and the ultimate fate, are also determined by the Qianhao Shinto religion.

Thousands of desolate gods are growing stronger and the Tianjinyun clan is fading. By now, even without the royal decree of the moon burning realm, Thousands of desolate gods can easily decide the life and death of the Tianjinyun clan.

In order to escape the extermination sanction after the great limit as much as possible, the Tian Yun clan has always been a knot offering to the Thousand Abominations, even more so as the period of the great limit is approaching, at all costs.

And the ambiguous attitude of the Thousands of Desolates also gives them the implicit hope.

Faced with the arrival of the Daoist God - General Protector of the Thousand Desolate Gods, the Heavenly Cloud Nation is unscrupulous and despicable, and they dare not show any disobedience and disrespect.

“Thousand Desolates?” The corner of the cloudy eye seemed to move.

“Exactly.” The idolater raised his hand and caressed the beard. "'I'm sure I'm in the name of the divine religion,' said the smile. 'The cloudmates should have heard something. If Yunnan Daoyou is uncomfortable in this sinful land, please move on to me as a guest of the Thousand Abominations, and I am sure that God will honor the guests. ”

“Why are you here, if you are a Thousand Desolates?” The tone of the clouds is blunt and it's hard to tell emotions: “Is it just to get something? ”

The idolater shook his head and laughed: "Although I have been ordered by the moon kingdom to sanction the sinners, I never cease to do such a small thing. The despicable only ignored that the Arid Dragon Nation and the Ninth Sunday Palace were gathered together to sin, feared a great chaos, and rushed all the way here to persuade them, so that they could encounter the cloud companion. It is not a misfortune. ”

Under these words, Yunting hurriedly and deeply saluted, "The pride of God has come to protect my sinners, who feel in their hearts and do not know how to repay me. ”

The disciples of the surrounding Clouds also rushed or prayed or worshipped, a form of gratitude to Dade... even though they knew that it was most likely not true, they had to put themselves in a humble place, thank you very much.

“Turns out so.” The clouds seemed sudden, and the heavenly demon emperor's sword slowly drowned in his hand, even the abyss-like black light faded a few points.

This is natural in the eyes of God's idolaters and in the eyes of anyone. Yunche dares to kill the Arid Dragon Lord and the Ninth Sunday Emperor, but who dares to offend the Thousand Aristocrats in this wilderness!

Moreover, the idolatrous Daoist, the general guardian of the Thousand Desolates, expressed such closeness to him.

“In that case,” said Yunchuang slowly, “then die in peace. ”

The idolatrous Daoist's smile was frozen and his face changed sharply, and a pitch-black sword had fallen, instantly blocking all the light in his sight.

Though his heart was frightened, the Daoist of the Divine Virtue was well guarded, his hands swept out the first time, and each thread emitted a black ray sufficient to destroy the sea.

But in a moment, these forces suddenly enter the sea like mud cows and are vanquished into thin air!

The Divine Virtual Daoist had just witnessed the horrors of the clouds, but only after facing them personally did he know with great horror how terrible the sword he swept out was.

He reacted extremely quickly, rapidly evacuating forces and shapes, such as ghostly backwards for several miles, at a rate that was almost out of synagogue, and the position of the other side had turned into a terrible dark vortex under that sword.

“Yunche!” The idolatrous man's face was cold and he was sweating all over himself. His defense was just a biological caution, deep in his heart, he had no idea that Yunchuan would dare to attack him after knowing that he was the chief protector of the Thousand Abominations: “How dare you... Whoa!! ”

Boom!!

The golden flame exploded directly on his back, spreading the flame of heaven, and after the flame, it was the true body of the clouds.

The Daoists of the Divine Virtue gather momentum and speed extremely fast, but how quickly they are too cloudy.

Under the golden flame, the idolater was burned like a demon crying, and the black light erupted continuously on him, depressing the flaming golden flame for the most part, but at this time, Yun Cher's body appeared behind him like a ghost again, and the red phoenix burst into the same position on his back.

It almost burned his body straight through.

“Clouds... crystal!!” God's idolatry man growls in pain and anger: “You are against me... God is my enemy... aaaaaah!! ”

In the sighing, the idolatrous man tried to suppress the flame on his body, while madly wanting to go away... Dragon corpse dragon blood still smelled stingy, as long as he was not stupid enough to be helpless, he would not want to fight back.

However, if Yunche wanted him dead, how could he escape?

Buzz

Yunchuan did not catch up, his palms stretched to the idolater who was desperately fleeing, his five fingers gently closed.

Suddenly, the flaming golden uvulitis and phoenitis in the idolatrous man merged rapidly and strangely, alienating the redness that multiplied in power.

“Aaaaaaah ”

More terrifying than the burgeoning power of incineration is the unknown multiplication of suffering, making a peak god cry like a desperate demon.

His figure struggled to distort in the air and then suddenly fell, rolling like a desperate larvae, but those seemingly less fierce flames burned bones, almost without any sign of gradual extinction.

Bang

Yunche sank from the sky and stepped on the chest of the idolater, his entire right foot instantly beneath his chest.

“Ugh...” God's vain population of blood sprayed wildly, he stared at the clouds with wide eyes, there was still a certain mildness on his face, only pain and fear: “How dare you...”

He wanted to say that committing my apostasy was digging my own grave, but halfway through it, it became a cry: “Daoist... we have no grievances... why should we...”

“You didn't have to die. But I hate it when people lie to me. I hate it.” Yunchuang stepped on the wrong side of the god, but looked ahead: “You hid from the beginning, but you lied to me to persuade me to come. You thought I was an idiot, so I had to let you die. ”

“Daoist... forgive me...” A deceitful sentence can make him so poisonous to kill him, the chief protector of the Thousand Apocalypses. How dare such a madman have half a threat of irritation? There is only the lowest cry on his face and eyes: “I, the Vain Son of God... will be a Daoist friend in the future... no... will be the life of the Venerable Bull Horse... will never fail... please... forgive me...”

“Yun Che... Yun Che!” Yunting almost climbed up with a rolling knife. The Yun clan people who followed him were inhuman. He reached out his arm and shouted: “Please... ask for mercy... don't kill him, don't kill him, or I will be a Yun clan...”

Pooh!

Cloud clarity stepped down, the black light burst beneath his feet, burning the idolaters to the unbearable body of the Divine Monarch and tearing them apart, and the corpses fell miles away.

“Ugh!” Yunting shrugged, kneeling halfway down, ashamed.

Yunchuan's feet slowly moved back, and the top did not stain a bit of blood and dust, and his eyes turned in a shadow: “What about you, Tianjin Yun clan, is none of my business. ”

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[Divine Daoist]: God (shén), not four voices.