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"Covenant of the Gods!"

Even if the Pope has not seen the Covenant of the Gods, he does not know what it looks like.

But as soon as he saw the ancient sheepskin scroll, he was already certain that this was the covenant of the gods!

The ancient breath is vast and magnificent, like a whole piece of ancient history, magnificent and vast.

The rise and fall of the gods and their glory and disgrace seem to be condensed in this small ancient scroll.

The pope's eyes burst into a dazzling light!

He must get it!

But at this time, Ye Zichuan's face became a little uncertain.

One of the three gods at the top of the light brain actually lit up.

He can probably guess what the bright spot represents.

The god seat in the void has a majestic figure on it, which is shrouded in golden light. Although he can't see his face, he can feel a terrifying aura that shocks the heavens.

He is like an abyss, but also like the sea, even a ray of energy can seem to submerge a sea of ​​stars.

Lord of the gods!

It's definitely him!

Apart from him, no one else would give Ye Zichuan such a feeling.

He didn't expect that the appointment of the League of Gods would recover at this time, and a special change would have taken place.

What is the secret of the covenant, and what role does it have besides the edicts of the gods?

None of these Ye Zichuan knew.

What can be made by the three masters and more than a dozen master gods is definitely not that simple.

Space masters once said that the covenant is a kind of fire.

It is the kind of fire that the gods revived.

However, Ye Zichuan could not know how to revive the gods.

The statues of gods that have been standing in the Holy See for many years are glowing at this time, and the breath of ancient gods is permeating.

This small world has become much smaller than it was in ancient times.

At that time, the gods personally came here to accept the worship of all spirits, so they will have their breath here.

And now, the marks left by these gods are all restored, as if the true ancient gods have been resurrected.

The covenant of the gods is also glowing, that huge light brain looks like a star map at this time, and every light spot is a star, most of which have become death stars.

At this moment, some stars in the Death Star also lit up, with a faint light flickering.

Rumble!

The whole small world was shaking slightly, unable to bear the increasingly stronger aura of the gods.

Even Ye Zichuan felt great pressure.

Especially the statue of the lord of the gods, it was as if a hundred thousand mountains were pressing on him, causing an overwhelming voice to sound in his body.

The figure on the god seat echoed the god image, and the breath was connected, making that breath even more terrifying.

Here is like a roaring sea of ​​anger, the vast energy breath is like a sea of ​​stars, setting off stormy waves, like a thousand horses galloping between the sky and the earth.

Ye Zichuan couldn't imagine, just how strong is the aura left over the past eternity, how powerful is the true Lord of the Gods?

But the existence that stood on the top of the universe in this way could not escape the catastrophe of the dusk of the gods and fell.

Is that different time and space in hell really unstoppable?

Is there really any hope of rekindling the fire of the gods?

brush!

It was as if a pair of eyes had opened. On the god seat, the stalwart figure opened his eyes. A pair of eyes seemed to shatter the eternal sky, almost breaking the world.

Those two beams of gaze were so terrible, they cut through the world, as if penetrating the long river of time.

Ye Zichuan's divine body was about to crack, and cracks appeared, like broken porcelain, with blood constantly flowing out.

The incomparable pressure made it difficult for him to breathe, and he even felt that life and death were not under his control, and he would be killed by this light at any time.

The legendary eyes killing people turned out to be true!

The level of evolution is too high, the energy contained in the body is also in the unit of stars, just the gaze is like a star-killer, which can instantly destroy a life body.

For the first time, Ye Zichuan had a clear understanding of dominating this level.

If the energy in one's body is a drop of water, then the energy in one's body is an ocean.

The middle god is already a not-weak living body, but it is still completely incomparable to dominating this level.

brush!

The Lord of the Gods' eyes turned and fell on Ye Zichuan's body.

Sudden increase in pressure!

In an instant, Ye Zichuan almost knelt on the ground, but he abruptly held on.

Every bone in his body was wailing, gurgling, overwhelmed, and there were even countless fine cracks on it, which would break at any time.

The godhead in Ye Zichuan's mind is shining, and every aspect is changing, reflecting countless spatial mirror images.

That gaze stared at him for a long, long time, and then slowly converged.

Ye Zichuan's legs softened and he almost collapsed on the ground.

He gritted his teeth tightly, holding on without letting himself fall.

Even if the whole body was full of blood, it seemed to crawl out of a pool of blood.

Powerful energy and vitality permeate the body, and bones and muscle tissues are quickly repaired.

With just a few breaths, Ye Zichuan's injury healed a lot.

He looked at the stalwart figure on the god seat, his eyes a little cold.

This lord of the gods does not seem to be kind to him.

In the small world, other idols have also changed.

One illusory figure after another came out of the gods, each of them shrouded in the god ring, shining ten thousand feet of light, like the glory of the gods, shining all over the world and shining everywhere.

All the believers in the small world are worshiping, with a pious and fanatical look.

They never imagined that they could see real miracles and see the gods descend in their lifetime!

Even the Pope couldn't contain the excitement in his heart at this time, and he didn't expect to really make the gods manifest in the world.

"Great gods, great Lord, please cast down your glory and shine on us devout believers. Our faith has never changed since ancient times."

The pope was chanting, as if chanting a spell, worshipping the gods constantly.

A figure walked out of all the statues, and they gathered together at this moment.

Not much, only seven or eight.

But the breath that came out seemed to be able to crush the eternal heavens.

It was as if an entire universe was trembling under their feet.

"Great gods, there are blasphemers breaking in. In the name of a believer, I pray that the gods will come to judge and judge this blasphemer, so that his soul will fall into hell forever, and it will be difficult to stand up!"

The pope kept talking.

However, the gods did not look at him, and did not even reason.

In the end, in the dull eyes of the Pope and countless believers, the figures of the gods gently bent down towards Ye Zichuan.

Worship!