Extra·Jiang Zhi·Shangli

In the world of infinite flow, Jiang Zhi looked at the huge statue of the scales, with broken purple light shining in his eyes.

Suddenly a white paper floated from the sky. When the girl didn't notice him, Jiang Zhi unfolded the piece of paper that belonged to him, and his heartbeat began to speed up slowly.

He took a deep breath.

There were only two words written on the paper, large and dazzling scarlet.

"blasphemous"

This was his crime, and it seemed as if someone was laughing crazily in his ears, screaming harshly that he would never be saved.

Jiang Zhi's expression changed. Almost as soon as he noticed the girl looking over, he quickly crumpled the paper into a ball and stuffed it in his pocket.

There was a voice in his subconscious telling him that Zhu Chu should not be allowed to know about this matter.

In fact, the crime assigned by the trial court was not wrong in a certain sense.

This is also one of the reasons why Tiandao was unhappy with Li in the first place.

Heavenly Dao did not want Shang Li to survive the thunder tribulation of the Conferred God, so he used the thunder tribulation of the main god to make him retreat in spite of the difficulties.

It is conceivable that Shang Li did not retreat, but stood in the thunder without hesitation amidst the wrath of Heaven.

The Lord God is the supreme god in this world. According to normal thunder tribulations, there will be a total of eighty-one thunder tribulations, each one heavier than the last.

Throughout the ages, countless gods have been affected by this disaster.

So over time, they have forgotten that there is still the title of Lord God in this world.

Under the difficulties of Heaven, Shang Li gritted his teeth and survived the eightieth thunder tribulation.

The last thunder tribulation is the one to become a god, and it is also the most difficult one.

The voice containing the laws of the great road surrounds Shang Li——

"Give up. You are just a child of luck among thousands of worlds. You can't become a god."

Unless heaven allows it, the child of destiny will never be able to break free from his own shackles, let alone become a god.

Heaven did not like Li, but he survived the previous thunder tribulation, coupled with his status as the son of fate, he was finally moved.

The last thunderstorm hung above the head, with a destructive momentum, as if it could devour people in the next moment until they were reduced to ashes.

The young man's hands were on the ground, his clothes were in tatters, and the corners were stained with stains. He lowered his head, and his blood mixed with cold sweat and dripped to the ground.

Anyone can see that he is already a powerful crossbow.

Even Tiandao thought that he would choose to give up.

But until the end, he just raised his head silently, his eyes were golden but as calm as dead water, and his calm voice was tinged with madness: "Why should I give up?"

In the end, the thunder calamity struck down, and Shangli calmly pulled out a sword from the sea of ​​consciousness. The sword body was white, but the tip was stained with blood.

Facing the lightning disaster that almost killed him, Shang Li raised the corner of his mouth in a cool arc. At that moment, the light of the sword pierced the sky, and blood rushed into the sky, tearing a big hole in the sky.

The powerful thunder calamity was like meeting a nemesis. It was already broken apart before it landed on the person, leaving only the powerful pressure in the aftermath.

Only then did Tiandao realize that he seemed to have underestimated Shang Li.

However, the Thunder Tribulation has ended. Faced with the gods rushing in, even if Heaven is not happy, it must give Shangli his due position.

This is the first and only main god born in the world of gods in so many years.

When he was exhausted, Shangli slowly raised his eyes, as if he was looking at the Eye of Heaven through the void.

He sneered, as if mocking the way of heaven.

"I said, I will definitely become a god."

"Because, I promised her."

Jiang Zhi took the paper and pointed the way Chapter 248

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