Long Live Summons!

Tenth floor of the ladder.

This is a shattered space with no signs of life.

Because there have been several devastating battles here, even with the laws of heaven and earth and the automatic healing of space, thousands of years on, the ten floors of the ladder remain a fragmented space, free of any life, able to grow naturally here.

The dome is not a sky as washed as a sky, but a horrible sky of big and small black holes.

All the time.

These heavenly and earthly fissures devour the surrounding area with whatever energy it needs.

Not to mention the life form of the flesh and blood, even rock and grass, hot water and soil, once swept inside, will be unified into powder.

The ground, and not the fertile soil with its hilly, undulating alpine running waters, appears in front of countless pieces of 'islands' divided by space-time debris, blind and ignorant. Above the ‘islands’ divided by the space fissures, in addition to scrap soil, it is scrap soil.

On a huge ‘island’.

Quietly.

There stands such a group of golden armor guards as mountains and majesty.

Their numbers are only a few hundred, but they are powerful and powerful enough to consume everything in the world, believing that their flag means nothing.

Such a powerful golden armored guard, they guarded a small, seemingly inconspicuous tent. It seems that this little, even a little dilapidated tent is a hundred times more precious and a hundred times more special than their lives. Behind these golden armored guards, there is a group of wise elders in golden robes, all frosted with white beards, hand-held silver wand pearls, sitting around the small tent, hidden, with the tent owner's horse as the foresight.

Unlike Sumu's dedicated Golden Armor, the intelligent elders of divine devotion can easily see that they are both in the same group but clearly divided into two classes.

In both classes.

Whatever the apparent convergence, it is in fact a contradictory group that will never be able to reconcile and meet.

When it landed in front of them at night, the first glance saw the competition between the two classes, and the true intentions of the owner in that shabby little tent. The hidden master doesn't give a shit about solidarity and cooperation. What he wants is competition and struggle. The more irreconcilable and intense the struggle between the two classes, the better for his rule.

“Who are you?” After a night hidden in the stars, I unwittingly snapped my little eyebrows.

“This is the first guardian captain of the Central Temple, the world called the 'Nagato Giant God', and the three supremes are still further behind. If you do not have the ability to pass this connection, then naturally you will not be eligible to meet the three supremes. Thong Tian Tower's warrior, my lord has been waiting for a long time, just like 6,000 years ago, it's really hot and bloody to think about it. Come on, my lord's sword, already hungry and thirsty!” In that slightly dilapidated little tent, a majestic voice thundered far and wide.

“Ah, are you the dog guarding the central temple? I forgot to bring you a fleshbone!” Ridiculously mocked after the night.

“It doesn't matter, my lord will eat it with your bones!” The audacious voices in the tent responded immediately.

“Your teeth are all gone, old dog. Are you still awake?” Normally speaking after night will not be so vicious, but in order to attract the hatred of the enemy and attract the attention of the heavenly powerful, such as the Oriental and Immovable, she strives to imitate the usual tone of Yue Yang, striking the enemy in front of him with a split head. Whatever the difficulties, she hopes to be able to buy three days for Yueyang and the Supreme People, and as long as possible.

There was a central temple captain named ’Goddess' in front of her, just as she wanted.

She is not worried about her fight against immobility.

Just care about time.

Don't be too short.

Three days is not a very long time, but it may come as a surprise that the three divine classes will be surrounded by unbeaten, undefeated and immovable forces at night, as this obstructive battle far exceeds the original goal of immobilizing the supreme one.

Now someplace came a captain of some ‘god of the gate’, hard to get into the divine war, naturally right after the night.

“Hmm, the Martial Arts of the Tower, still so boring, still so fond of playing with their mouths. Beyond that, hasn't there been any progress in the warriors of the Tower of Heaven in 6,000 years?” The captain, who calls himself the Nagato Goddess, seems to look down on the night just after his ascension to the ranks of the Divine.

“I'll tell you before you die.” After the night the mind moves.

Countless stars, sparkling.

One at a time.

Converting into meteor showers in the galaxy, the immovable group of Golden Armor Guards and Wise Elders bombed in front of them, attacking the center, of course, of that dilapidated tent, and the first guard of its hidden central temple, the ‘Long Gate Giant Goddess'.

Previously, the meteors that could easily extinguish the heavenly dragon ruler, Sang Long, and Kong Long, lashed like rain.

With the divine power of the night now.

It is perfectly possible to annihilate this immovable group of Golden Armor Guards in front of you into cosmic dust.

She has no idea that divine warfare is necessary to allow such a radiant and unified appearance, except that none of the heavenly power is close to the divine class, and even the quasi-god power is far from the Golden Armor Guardian's involvement?

Broken sky, suddenly a giant hand appeared.

Golden.

Rin like the sun.

Immediately shining, dyeing the heavens and the earth.

The fierce divine power suppressed the entire field and nailed those Golden Armor Guards who stood up to bite their teeth directly into the hard ground.

One thing I noticed very carefully at night was that the elders in the golden robes, who looked like wise elders, were a little more wolfish than these golden guards. Not because of the meteor shock, but because of the pressure of the golden giant, so that they no longer relaxed before, a divine nervous cane guard, hard to resist the shock waves of the two divine forces... compared to the golden armor, dozens of elderly golden robes, the strength of the single is obviously one or two grades higher.

A golden giant capable of concealing half of the sky, with palms and arrogantly hardening the night to bomb the falling meteors.

Not only that.

He also blew up those meteors, raw and raw.

Instead of throwing them into the cracks of the heavens and the earth or into the black holes that devour everything.

The golden giant hand crushed ruthlessly, the meteors, causing it to crush completely, disperse into powder, and then slip wirelessly between the golden fingers...

Seeing this scene, the Golden Armor Guards crucified into the earth, their eyes could not help but create a fanatical, spiritual and more compelling atmosphere. They have a strict regularity. In the absence of a master speaking, they dare not even move. Even if the divine force strikes, they dare not blink their eyes. In the victory of the master, they can only shout silently, and the outbreak of spirit represents verbal leakage.

Those old golden robes don't.

Their faces were equally shocked, but deep within their eyes reason remained.

Obviously, they did not submit to the barbaric Captain of the Gate, or that they were not affiliated with him, but had to come all the same and obey him in this operation.

These were carefully observed after a night hidden in the galaxy.

She sees not only the manifestation, but also the deep implication, of the setback of the meteor rain wave of probe attacks. To be sure, this captain, who is indeed a god-strong man and an extraordinary god-strong man, and who calls himself the Long Gate Giant God, does have the strength to be proud of him.

Just...

An arrogant divine rank like his.

So how do you surrender to the central shrine as a doorman?

Is it true that the Supreme, or Temple Supreme Emperor, is strong enough to arrange for the powerful to be the dogs' gatekeepers?

Don't move, send this guy to test it, have you seen through your own delaying plan? Or, immobility and temple supremacy, there is a hidden and bright struggle, and in the last moment when the secret treasure of the ruins of the gods is not presented, immobility and supremacy do not want to waste any divine power, lest they compete with the emperor fail?

Whatever the truth, this captain in front of you, this' Long Gate Giant God '.

That's right!

“It turns out to be a barking watchdog.” It is not a bad thing for her to continue to mock maliciously after night the struggle between immobility and temple supremacy.

The longer it takes, the better it will be for Yueyang and Supreme Training.

Anyway, one immobile supreme is a fight, plus one guard dog captain is also a fight, anyway, there are two god strong people who can't defeat and lose, and I don't care about another Long Gate Giant God! The best way to go right now is to fight this insane Long Gate Goddess for a long time. Better fight for a few days and nights to give Yueyang and the Supreme Goddess more time...

“Ten thousand years ago, my lord killed idiots like you who had just risen to the ranks of gods and couldn't wait to come and die! Six thousand years ago, also here, there was an idiot who persuaded his lord to give up fighting, saying that bloodlust would only cloud the minds of the powerful and affect practice. Ha-ha-ha. Do you know what Honjon did? My lord threw his head off, stepped under his feet, and took a piss! Idiots like that aren't even qualified to make their own diapers! Do you really think he's the guardian dog of the central temple? What a joke, my lord is the direct descendant of one of the creators of the central temple, noble in descent, how could they be half a mile short of the emperor and the immobilized? The reason my lord is willing to take over the first watch, just like to hold all circulation, between the stocks, this mind, is not what you Sky Tower idiots can understand... My lord's biggest regret is that 10,000 years ago, the woman who conquered the Queen was sealed before she was killed in front of the central temple. Otherwise, my lord would let her understand a fact, what is called a bump wall, what is a failure!” The captain, who calls himself the Great Long Gate Goddess, sounds like an earthquake, unfortunately the heavens and the earth are quaking.

“That's a long note!” After the night, I impatiently fought a debt.

“Crazy, all the Martial Arts always do that, leaving a mouth open. See this little tent? This is a trophy of my lord. Ten thousand years ago, my lord's first trophy of the Mujahideen, that idiot, took this tent to the battlefield, and placed his sweet wife and concubine inside. He thought the battle was a child's game, it was easy to win, even exaggerate his honor in front of his wife and concubine. What a great fool. His wife and concubine slaughtered him with a knife. His wife and concubine made him behead and head into a glass of wine... This little tent symbolizing the disgrace of Tianta warriors was deliberately preserved. Haha, it was always preserved. Every generation of Tianta warriors can witness its disgrace and appreciate the honor of this pride! Give your head, your little tent still lacks a beautiful ornament! ”

“I will never speak to a madman again.” Talking to such a person after night would have dragged her IQ down. If it hadn't been for the delay, she would have flooded that boring little tent with a thousand meteor showers.

Despite the delay, it is now decided after night.

Never speak to this god again.

This kind of person.

It's simply madness, unbelievable madness, and a psychotic psychopath!

* * * * * * * * * (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)