The God Lords directly disclosed the situation of the Endless Territory to the lower gods, upper gods and deities.
Everyone in the God Clan was immersed in joy.
A majestic reconstruction began.
at the same time.
The deities of the gods also started a year-long retreat.
After all, we haven't fought at the same level in endless years.
It is even more impossible to deal with the eternal powerful ones like a sparring match, and there is no room for sloppiness.
Therefore, the gods need a period of consolidation and adaptation.
…
The ultimate divine realm.
Lord Jiajue is communicating and chatting with the Lord of Daodao Pavilion.
"Huh? Your six major stations have been evacuated?"
She was startled.
God Lord Jiajue has not bothered to pay attention to the movements of the divine clan in recent years.
Unexpectedly, my side actually made a comeback!
"I don't know which bastard over there made a fake relic of the king's title."
Pavilion Master Wendao complained: "You have trapped all the seven kings on our side, so that you have an advantage in the battle strength of a king. In this way, our strong men can only shrink to the six kings first.
Stationed defense. As a result, the resources can no longer support it, so we have withdrawn it."
"Okay, although I'm a little happy." God Lord Jiajue said with a smile: "But if you don't join the war, I won't join the war. They can do whatever they want, and the final result has nothing to do with us."
"Well..." Pavilion Master Wen asked thoughtfully: "What about your strength?"
"We have touched the threshold of the second realm, but it is difficult to step into it."
Lord Jiajue shook his head slightly.
"sharp."
The master of Wendao Pavilion was full of emotions. He had long realized that his road was at an end, so he focused on making money and running a business to pass the boring time.
At the same time, he became more determined that he could not fight.
He has even touched the threshold of the second realm, which is equivalent to the fisherman level!
If it's eight versus eight, I'm not afraid. If it's nine versus nine, I'm afraid the best situation is just a tie. Sooner or later, there will be a convention that is not beneficial to the ascetic side.
Because, huddled in a small area.
It's only temporary, it won't be realistic for too long.
…
Fake ruins.
The seven great kings have not changed much from the beginning.
The plan is implemented step by step.
The Demon King is still in seclusion.
The white props empower the source of darkness to hide from prying eyes.
Zhao Fan, Little Savage, King Ye, King Dou, and Lord Nuanyang took turns digging at the inner wall of the ruins.
There is not a moment when he is not stabbing furiously with the Holy Lingming Needle.
It has lasted for more than 6,500 years.
Over time and over time.
A fifty-nine-meter-long straight passage was dug.
Not only that, all the seven kings can fit in.
"How long is the inner wall of this ruins?" The little savage was rotated out by King Dou. He shook his sore arms and transmitted the message to everyone.
"The internal space is 10,000 meters in radius. I'm afraid the thickness of the wall is more than a hundred meters, or even a thousand meters thick. It's not unreasonable to be any thicker."
King Ye said thoughtfully: "Think about it from another perspective. We have dug fifty-nine meters in six thousand five hundred years. If we calculate it as one thousand meters, another hundred thousand years will be enough."
"It's only a hundred thousand years, I can bear it."
Nuanyang Daojun blurted out habitually. He was the most qualified to say this. He had no choice. He had been lying and winning from the beginning. It had only been a hundred thousand years. To him, it was just like a joke.
Daojun Zhibai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Brother Lie, what exactly have you experienced?"
"Haha, let me tell you." The little savage said from the side.
Zhao Fan, on the other hand, was lying on the ground, closing his eyes and relaxing.
Anyway, I won't be able to go out for a while. There is only the King of Feng Daojun here, and there will be no noise and disturbance.
Departure for half a day every two days.
Therefore, Zhao Fan has been thinking about perfecting the sword technique to a heaven-defying level, and will ask King Ye for advice from time to time.
For example, Dou Junwang is obviously not suitable because his fighting style is completely different. On the contrary, Dou Junwang is suitable for discussing Tao with a little savage.
Nuanyang Daojun, even he himself could not explain why, and he lay at the peak of Chaos Daojun with only a half-knowledge.
Only chatting with King Ye will have any effect.
It is worth mentioning that as King Ye, King of the Five Footsteps, he has unique insights in many places.
Zhao Fan benefited a lot from this.
However, although we have some clues for the time being, they have not yet been finalized.
One year has passed.
In the blink of an eye.
And something big happened outside!
The eight God Lords broke through the barriers of time and space together and escaped into the endless territory.
but.
The eternal powers were not in a hurry to take action. They wanted to try the dual defense of Lingtai Mountain and Mizong Valley.
While everyone is involved, if something goes wrong, we can make amends in time.
The next moment.
The God Lords descended into the void outside the Pure Land in a swaggering manner.
"Why are the eternal powerful monks shrunken?" The red-browed God Lord shouted: "Do you have the guts to come out and fight?"
"Too cowardly."
Lord Devourer of Gods said with a smile: "You were so high-spirited when you were in the realm of sainthood, why don't you even dare to leave the door now?"
The voice fell.
Seeing that there was no sign of the other's eternal powers appearing, he exchanged glances with each other.
Take action!
Later.
The eight great gods launched a violent storm of attacks.
The treasure of Lingtai Mountain, the natural barrier of Mizong Valley, dual protection triggers!
Countless heaven-defying Dao Lords and powerful men looked at the eight figures outside, and their scalps went numb.
Bang bang bang!
The entire pure land's defensive barrier visibly shook.
However, there are no signs of rupture.
"How about the spiritual platform?"
The eyes of eternal power looked over.
The Eternal Powers are not taking any action now, they are just letting the clones and the strong men stationed in the six corners of the formation coordinate to control the defense.
"It's very stable." The Lord of Lingtai Mountain nodded and smiled, and said: "But the time is still short and there is no representativeness. Let's wait and see after they have fought enough. If it is still the same then, then we can safely accept the challenge!"
"good."
The fisherman nodded, his eyes filled with anticipation. His fishing net and harpoon were already ready to move!
The same is true for all the Eternal Powers. Being scolded by the God Lords outside, and being watched by the powerful men below, this feeling is indeed a bit overwhelming.
over time.
The eight great gods have been playing sticks of incense for a long time.
"Is this turtle shell too hard?"
The corner of the Eagle God Lord's eyes twitched, "It's just a vibration. It seems that we have been fighting until now, but it has no effect at all!!!"