too strong!

At the lower true **** level.

They are absolutely top-notch!

even--

The lineup of some middle true gods and believers can't reach this amazing level.

He glanced over the mermaids.

Pass the oracle directly to Queen Mermaid, Pope Hogg of the Thunder Cult, Captain Julia of the Bright Angels, and Dragon King Minya.

Quartet headed to the hometown of the mermaid clan.

The plane named ‘Nairn’.

Then-

call--

He slowly closed his eyes.

in vivo--

Thirty-nine drops of more divine power agitated.

Demigod ninth turn-

Start.

That lower plane.

Let the Thunder Cult enter the mission first.

If you really encounter an irresistible demigod--

He also confessed to Hogg.

You can directly contact Joyce, the goddess of flames.

This one--

Now he is the Golden Demigod of Rank Seven.

This is in the lower plane.

It should be invincible enough.

after all--

The environment of the lower plane.

It is almost impossible to support the emergence of a golden demigod!

Rumble! !

The shocking thunder permeated the entire God's Domain.

The vast Lei Chi Wang Yang took shape in an instant, mighty and mighty14.

The huge God's Domain with a radius of 1,800 kilometers--

All submerged!

The purple thunder vibrated and roared.

The whole world.

It all seems to have turned into purple!

The destructive power of terror spread in all corners.

This power--

The one-star lower true **** came in.

All have to change color.

And the demigods--

Any demigod stepping into it will definitely not hold on for a few breaths.

It will be annihilated into nothingness and disappear completely.

God's domain is void.

All seemed to be stained with a hint of purple.

Tempered by endless thunder.

The space has also become more stable.

"Round Nine is complete—"

"It's the time to kill the sky!"

In Li Yue's heart, there is an intent to kill the sky, like a billion thunder and lightning!

...

Did history create heroes, or did heroes create history?

In the records of Nairn continent.

Neither is a hero of historical creation.

Nor is it that heroes make history.

Everything.

All come from great deities.

"The **** created everything?"

A remote town in the Ice Empire.

The goose feathers kept falling.

In the thick stone house, an eleven or twelve-year-old boy rubbed his hands and looked at the young man in front of him curiously.

The masculinity is elegant, like a very polite nobleman.

Standing straight, like a sharp spear.

However, the corners of the mouth evoke a curved arc from time to time, giving people a kind of narrowing and laziness.

"The **** created everything."

The man nodded slightly.

but--

There is not much respect on his face.

Not to mention piety.

maybe.

For many soldiers in the Ice Empire.

The deity--

Maybe it's just a spiritual sustenance.

after all--

The gods are too far away from them.

They are not even sure whether the deity really exists.

Only the clergy of the Frost Sect often spread to them the idea of ​​faith in deities.

"God..."

"I don't know how powerful it is..."

The boy looked curious.

In his pure mind as paper.

There is a trace of seed planted.

"The god..."

A touch of complexity flashed in the young man's eyes.

He is not an ordinary soldier.

He is a nobleman.

Ordinary soldiers do not know whether the deity really exists.

But they, nobles and giants, know that--

The gods are real.

Their ice and snow empire should have lived in the rich and warm south.

Can--

It is precisely because of the defeat of the battle between the Lord of Frost and the Elf Goddess.

They were driven to live on 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 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 to the son of the old man in front of you.

"I really want to see the **** 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.

juvenile.

It was the most gifted child he had ever seen.

Those geniuses in the Imperial Capital who had been born with golden keys since childhood were incomparable with the young people in front of them.

even--

Most heroes in historical records.

Not as talented as a teenager.

This kind of talent.

He was in a daze, as if he had seen it thousands of years ago.

That mythical hero.

that one--

Slashing twelve legends in a row, tearing apart nine dragon knights, is known as the strongest under the gods.

legend--

The Lord of Frost admires it very much and has once met this mythical hero.

pity--

I don't know what happened later.

The mythical hero disappeared.

Boom! !