Chapter 278
too strong!
In the lower true god level.
Absolutely top notch!
even--
Some of the median true gods and the lineup of believers cannot reach such an astonishing level.
He glanced at the mermaid family.
Pass down the oracle directly to the Mermaid Queen, the Thunder Cult Pope Hogg, the Captain of the Bright Angels, Julia, and the Dragon King Meiya.
The Quartet goes to the hometown of the mermaid family.
The plane called 'Nairn'.
Then—
call--
He slowly closed his eyes.
in vivo--
Thirty-nine drops of divine power surged.
The ninth turn of the demigod——
start.
The lower plane.
Let the Thunder Cult enter the mission first.
If you really meet a demigod who can't fight—
He also explained to Hogg.
Joyce, goddess of fire, can be contacted directly.
This one-
Now he is a rank seven gold demigod.
This is on the lower planes.
Should be enough to be invincible.
after all--
The environment of the lower planes.
It is almost impossible to support the appearance of a golden demigod!
Boom! !
Shocking thunder filled the entire Divine Realm.
The vast thunder pool Wang Yang took shape in an instant, mighty and mighty.
The gigantic Divine Realm range of 1,800 kilometers in radius—
All submerged!
The purple thunder shook and roared.
The whole world.
It looks like it's turned into purple!
The terrifying force of destruction spreads in all corners.
This power-
One-star low-ranking true gods come in.
All change color.
And the demigods—
If any demigod stepped in, he would definitely not be able to hold on for a few breaths.
It will be annihilated into nothingness and disappear completely.
God's Domain Void.
As if stained with a hint of purple.
Tempered by endless thunder.
The space has also become a little more stable.
"Nine rounds completed—"
"It's time to kill the sky!"
In Li Yue's heart, there is a shocking killing intent derived from it, like billions of thunder and lightning!
...
Did history create heroes, or did heroes create history?
In the records of the Nairn continent.
Neither are history-making heroes.
Nor are heroes making history.
Everything.
All from the great gods.
"The gods created everything?"
A remote town in the Snow Empire.
The goose feather snow kept falling.
In the thick stone house, an eleven- or twelve-year-old boy rubbed his hands together and looked curiously at the young man in front of him.
Manly and elegant, like a very polite nobleman.
The body stood upright, like a sharp spear.
However, the corners of his mouth evoked a curved arc from time to time, giving people a sense of narrowness and laziness.
"The gods created everything."
The man nodded slightly.
but--
There was not much respect on his face.
Not to mention piety.
Maybe.
For many soldiers of the Ice Empire.
gods—
Maybe just a spiritual sustenance.
after all--
The gods are too far away from them.
They weren't even sure if the gods really existed.
Only the clergy of the Frost sect often preach to them the idea of devoting to the gods.
"God ah..."
"I don't know how powerful..."
The boy looked curious.
In his mind as pure as paper.
A seed was planted.
"God..."
A complexion flashed in the young man's eyes.
He is no ordinary soldier.
He is a nobleman.
Ordinary soldiers don't know if the gods really exist.
But these aristocrats and wealthy families know that——
Gods are real.
Their ice and snow empire should have lived in the rich and warm south.
Can--
It is precisely because of the failure of the battle between the Lord of Frost and the Goddess of Elf.
They were driven to live in the barren northern snowfields.
And the servant of the Lord of Frost.
The clergy of the Frost Sect.
All are vampires, parasites lying on the ice and snow empire.
This is also a big reason why he is not religious to the Lord of Frost.
But these-
There is no need to say this to the son of the deceased in front of him.
"I really want to see the gods with my own eyes—"
On the boy's red cheeks from the cold, his eyes were full of longing.
"Maybe, you will have a chance..."
The young man looked at the boy and sighed sincerely
Voice.
juvenile.
The most gifted child he has ever seen.
Those geniuses in the imperial capital who were born with the golden key in their hands are incomparable to the teenagers in front of them.
even--
Most of the heroes in the historical records.
Talent is not as good as a teenager.
Such talent.
It left him in a trance, as if he had seen thousands of years ago.
That mythical hero.
that one--
Killed twelve legends in a row, tore apart nine dragon knights, and was called the first powerhouse under the gods.
legend--
The Lord of Frost appreciates it very much, and has met this mythical hero once.
pity--
Then I don't know what happened.
The mythical hero disappeared.
Boom! !
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