Chapter 325 of The Spiritual Demon Lord: Is Chen Yuan a reinforcement for Han Ren?
For a long time, Yanren forgot how angry Zu Yi was when he was betrayed.
Now, she truly felt the same state of mind that Zu Yi had back then.
"I came to this western world, which is barren and uninhabited. I gave this land vitality, gave this world the four seasons, and also made you stand out from the mortals and let the mortals worship you. This is how you repay me.
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Concubine is leaning on the throne, her body is slanted, her long hair is hanging down like a waterfall, her angry eyes are no longer so sharp. She was injured in the Central Plains before, and it has backfired on the body she created, and her divine power is greatly reduced. Fortunately, she has this
Take the Western Gods she created as a supplement, and if you take a few more, you will be back to your original state.
Unfortunately, we did not wait for that day, but waited for it. A group of gods created by ourselves rebelled. Even if more than ten were killed, there were still more than twenty gods left.
"Supreme, you don't regard us as your children. In your eyes, we are just 'food', the god of love, the god of flowers, and countless gods that have disappeared inexplicably in the past years. They are all eaten by you.
Already."
A giant sword in Mars' hand was punched on the ground, surrounded by a thin green aura. He looked at the Supreme God on the throne, still bowing slightly and humbly.
"Now, we don't need you anymore, and we will no longer be your food. This land will be guarded by us personally, and you...it's time to perish."
The words echoed in the crystal hall, and in the cold air, Yinsdra shook her waist slightly, and a diamond-shaped ice crystal in her palm rotated. The surrounding gods representing land, mountains, forests, rivers, sunshine... followed them one after another.
Hehehe...
Gentle laughter spread on the throne at this time. Yan Ren took a deep breath and grinned: "Kill me, do you think this world will be dominated by you? Haha... you know what I am doing.
Injured?"
She rolled her eyes slightly and saw the gods on the opposite side halting hesitantly and smiling even more.
"This world is not as big as you see. In the far east, there is a god. After I competed with him, he fell and I was seriously injured. However, the world he was in had many, many things.
The powerful cultivators will become my most loyal followers. Soon, they will come over and cannot see me. What do you think they will do?!"
"Don't listen to the lies she tells!" The God of the Mountain is a tall bearded man. He holds a big ax and is about to go up and chop the woman on the throne into two halves.
On the side, Mars stretched out his hand and stopped in front of him, shaking his head: "It's not the time yet. We don't know whether what she said is a lie."
He looked at Yan Ren: "We will keep your life temporarily and wait for the monks you mentioned to arrive. I am curious in my heart how powerful they will be and how powerful they can be to fight with so many gods. But before that, we
O Supreme Lord, you will not be able to be free for the time being, and you will spend a difficult time in the dark prison of God."
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
"Let's wait and see." Yan Ren knew that she was holding on to her life for the time being, but if she wanted to recover her divine power to escape, I'm afraid it wouldn't be that simple. Two gorgeously dressed gods came over. They were the twin gods guarding the divine prison. They would Yanren's body was sealed with divine power, preventing her soul from leaving her body and preventing her divine power from being restored.
Then, he dragged the other party to the divine prison.
"Now, let's discuss the Eastern monks mentioned by the Supreme. I don't believe they have the strength to fight against us..."
Mars stood on the stone steps and turned around to look at the surrounding gods. However, his words stopped abruptly in the middle of his words. Not only him, but also the other gods showed a hint of surprise on their expressionless faces. They all turned around and looked in the direction outside the hall.
In their perception, a wisp of soul was floating outside. It was black smoke, like a half-human figure, roaring at them.
Then, it disappeared into the ice and snow.
"Kagader..."
Mars whispered the name of the soul, "He fell."
The last message sent back by Kagardel suddenly appeared in the minds of the gods, as if a slap was slapped on their faces, especially Mars. He just said that the other party was not strong enough to fight them. However, the message sent back now was vague. I saw several faces from the East.
"They are the supreme reinforcements. Maybe they already know that she has been imprisoned by us. Gods, what should we do?!"
In the quiet hall, only the whistling sound of the north wind was left.
After a long time, a god came out, wearing white silk and floating lightly. "The wind brought an unknown message. We need to find out the details of the enemy before we can take action."
"The God of Beasts, Hod, please go to the place where Cagader fell and check to find the breath of the Easterners."
Mars spoke, and a short man wearing animal skins came out and nodded in agreement. His rough words were mixed with the roars of several beasts.
Then, it transformed into a vigorous black panther, rushed out of the hall, jumped into the cold wind howling sky, suddenly transformed into a goshawk and let out a high-pitched cry, overlooking the mountains and rivers below, passing through the crowded streets. As the daylight in the city gradually darkened in his eyes, his plump wings folded up and crashed down toward a valley below.
Darkness fell.
Amidst the howling wind, Hod's eyes lit up with a faint green, as if a wolf's eyes were scanning the surroundings. What came into view was a dilapidated camp, as well as piles of corpses, burned into blackened bones.
The smell of burnt oil entered his mouth and nose. The short man did not pay attention to the unpleasant smell. Instead, he followed the place where the divine power had moved and walked to the ruins of the altar. His beast-like intuition made him seem to have seen the scene of the battle at that time.
"Oriental attire... damn supreme."
With loud sounds and angry words, Hod turned around and rushed to the sky with his arms spread out. He turned into an albatross, sniffing the smell that had appeared here, and flew all the way to a small town.
Standing at the place where the bullock cart had stopped, I could tell that the smell of Oriental people was going to the west, while the other smell was that of people with the smell of Oriental people going to the east.
Soon, he chose someone who was alone.
He needs more information, maybe he can learn about the weaknesses of the Orientals from the lone people.
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In the cold night, under the huge rocks in the wilderness, the burning bonfire illuminated Duma wrapped in a blanket to drive away the slightest bit of coldness, but he still couldn't help shivering in the blanket.
It's so cold tonight!
Duma held a long branch and grilled the dried meat interspersed on it. From time to time he let out a breath of hot air, which turned into white steam and filled the firelight.
The distinguished guests don't know where they are...but they will reach their destination safely.
Ah! I miss the warm and soft bed so much...
And my wife’s warm body…
Duma, who was slightly distracted by the light of the fire, was awakened by a "stuck" sound in the dark night. He thought it was a fox that jumped out at night and saw the light of the fire. But when he turned his head, what he saw was a man covered in many animal skins.
The short, stocky man in spliced robes, his beast-like eyes shining brightly in the darkness.
He was looking at him, exuding a dangerous aura.
Duma was stunned for a moment, a bad intuition emerged in his heart, and his intuition told him.