"Satan, what's going on?!" Shakun lay on the ground like a dog, looking up at the phantom of the god in shock, and said in a trembling voice.
In the corner, two hidden masters of Fallen Paradise were disrupted by this sudden change.
They fell out of the shadows, their faces frightened and their bodies trembling.
When Erlang Shen Yang Jian appeared, the whole world was in a sensation!
Countless people looked up to the sky in shock, looking at the powerful Dharmakaya with a majestic and heroic appearance.
When feeling this unimaginable divine pressure, foreign cultivators from all corners of the world were overwhelmed.
They were lying on the ground, with humble postures, and their eyes were filled with fear, as if they were seeing the power of God.
"It seems that this time it is the gods of Myanmar!" Many countries think so, even if they find it incredible.
Unexpectedly, a small backward country would have a miracle happen?
"Long live Myanmar, long live the gods of Myanmar!" Inside Myanmar, people suppressed their fear and shouted excitedly.
“Who can tell me which true god of Myanmar is manifesting this spirit?”
In the Naypyitaw palace, the king was so frightened that he slumped down on the throne and asked in a whisper.
None of the princes and ministers present responded, they all knelt on the ground and trembled in fear.
They were extremely shocked. Since they were gods belonging to Myanmar, why was there such a strong rejection reaction?!
"Oh my God, there are such terrible gods in Myanmar?" The Westerners were filled with fear and were shocked.
This Burmese god seems to be no weaker than the Kyushu gods who appeared earlier, and is even more outstanding than many.
"Well, although it's hard for me to accept the fact, fortunately it's not Daxia's anymore."
"I propose to win him over to join the Western camp to fight against Heaven's hegemony in the East!"
"Oh, that's a great idea, that guy would be honored!"
In an instant, the overseas powerful people started talking a lot, and they all felt that this time it was a Burmese god who could be used to pose a threat to the great eastern country.
In Daxia.
The common people looked at the phantom of the gods in surprise, and the blood in their bodies couldn't help but boil.
"The place where the miracle was born is the country of Burma. Which god of Burma is he?"
"Wait a minute, why do I think he should be the god of Kyushu?"
"You think so too? I thought I was the only one!"
The whole country was in an uproar, with very conflicting emotions.
Everyone was amazed at the sudden birth of a miracle in Myanmar, and on the other hand, they inexplicably felt that this was their own god.
"It's strange. He has a handsome face, vertical eyes on his forehead, and holds a three-pointed two-edged sword. No matter how you look at it, this image fits a certain Kyushu great god."
At the Imperial Capital Headquarters, A Liang and the others looked at each other with surprise and confusion in their eyes.
"Hey, little Yang Jian, why don't you quickly fight Lao Sun for 300 rounds!"
Qi Xiaotian seemed to be mentally stimulated. There was a golden stick in his hand and he pointed it at a distance, shouting with high-spirited fighting spirit.
Judging from his posture, it seems that he is about to rise into the sky and attack the dharma body!
"Brother Monkey, calm down!" Seeing this, A Liang and others were so frightened that they stopped them one after another.
Chen Yanan said seriously: "Xiaotian, what did you just say?"
Just now, she vaguely heard the key name.
"Young son Yang Jian, you have the guts to fight me again, and fight him to the bitter end!" Qi Xiaotian seemed to be immersed in the role, roaring out of control.
Hearing this, everyone took a deep breath and then looked surprised.
Yang Jian!
This is Yang Jian, the true king of Erlang who is known as the God of Justice!
This time it is undoubtedly the gods of Kyushu!!
"By the way, why did my great Erlang Shen of Great Xia go to Burma to show his spirit?" Zhao Yu asked in surprise.
"Have you forgotten? The gods we inherit all come from the supreme God."
"From another perspective, the candidate for the title of Erlang Shen is also one of our compatriots, but he just stays in Myanmar."
Aliang said with a beaming eyebrow.
"It makes sense." Everyone suddenly realized that it made sense.
"By the way, where's Team Leader Xiao? Such a big thing happened, why didn't we see him come out?" Han Dongsheng said.
When Xiao Yi was mentioned, the other companions suddenly came back to their senses.
Yes, where has this person gone?
"Don't worry, everyone. I think the team leader should have followed that person's will and set out early to welcome the new members back."
Chen Yanan said seriously: "He is the only chosen one who can communicate with God!"
"That's right, in retrospect, as long as a spiritual successor is born in the country, there seems to be a group leader."
Zhao Yu expressed emotion, "It seems that he got the news in advance. He is indeed the inheritor appointed by God Haotian."
Everyone naturally accepted this statement.
After all, everyone here has seen God with their own eyes, and the real benefits gained from being enshrined as a god.
In addition, Xiao Yi gave hints and guidance in advance, so what he did was automatically made up by his mind, and it was within the scope of explanation!
At this time, in the vast sky, the figure of Zhenjun Erlang was extremely tall and straight, holding a three-pointed two-edged sword, and his brows revealed his invincible belief.
He has an aloof and cold attitude, with an awe-inspiring righteousness.
There is a saying: The heart is so high that it does not recognize the heavenly family, the nature is arrogant and belongs to the God Lord Guan Jiang, the sincerity is sincere in benefiting the heroic saint, and the manifestation is boundless and the name is Erlang!
Buzz buzz~
As the golden light shines dazzlingly on his body, as if he is being washed and transformed from the inside out, Yang Jin is reborn at an incredible speed!
The dense needle holes injected into both arms healed immediately, and the addict's trademark haggard face disappeared, replaced by a radiant face.
The decayed body that had been tortured in the past has regained its strong vitality.
Yang Jin's image suddenly looks more than ten years younger, as if he has returned to his youth when he became a drug police officer!
"Is this what it feels like to be the inheritor of the gods?" He couldn't help but marvel at the significant changes in his body.
Soon, Erlangshen's figure disappeared, which indicated that the inheritance had ended.
It was dark again between heaven and earth, and the moon was as big as a jade plate.
The cold moonlight fell on Yang Jin's body. He stood in the center of the hall with his hands behind his back, his heroic figure standing tall and straight, his brows full of awe-inspiring righteousness.
In an instant, the atmosphere became subtle.
Everyone looked horrified and had lingering fears.
Unlike the group of people outside who were kept in the dark, they knew that Yang Jin was from Daxia when he joined the group.
Therefore, what Yang Jin inherited must be the gods of Kyushu, not the gods of Burma.
The most embarrassing thing is that they wanted to see each other be executed before.
Now that something unexpected like this has happened, how should we deal with it next?
After a few seconds of silence, Shakun suddenly laughed.
He stood up and said in a friendly tone: "Brother Yang, it is my blessing to have you, and it is also the honor of Seaman Group."
"I believe that the people over at Fallen Paradise will be very happy. You will definitely make a big difference at the headquarters in the future!"
"Xiao Kun is not talented, so I need your help!"
After all, he is a cunning group leader. After seeing Yang Jin inherit the god, he immediately realized that his status was very different from now on, and he quickly changed his attitude and played the relationship card.
"Brother Yang, congratulations!" Angdu and the others stood up and clasped their fists with smiles on their faces.
All of them were groveling, their eyes were filled with awe.
Even if they have all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred in their hearts, in this case they have to pretend to be grandsons to please them.
You know, this is not an extraordinary person, but a genuine inheritor of the gods.
Fallen Paradise will definitely hold it in the palm of his hand. The entire He-Man Group is nothing compared to him!
What's more, he's just a member of the board of directors?
Scanning the ugly faces, Yang Jin's eyes were as cold as frost.
Especially when faced with an enemy who had massacred his entire family, the killing intent in his heart could not stop boiling.
"How many innocent families have you torn apart, you despicable and filthy beasts?"
"The crime is punishable!!"
Hear the words.
Everyone's hearts trembled and they looked stunned.
Looking at this upright man, they felt both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Is this still the crazy Yang Jin they knew?
"Brother Yang, our business is quite dirty, and in terms of cruelty, you are also famous in the Golden Triangle..."
Ang Du bit his head and spoke in a softer voice.
Everyone nodded, at a loss.
"Could it be..."
Only Sha Kun thought of something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he stretched out his fingers tremblingly,
"You, you are an undercover agent!?"
There is such a contrasting performance. Considering the origin of the other party, apart from this identity, there is no other reason to explain it.
"hehe."
Yang Jin smiled half-heartedly, his smile was cold and piercing, and his eyes were extremely murderous, "As expected of the boss of the Seaman Group, as a reward for guessing correctly, I will send you on your way first!"