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Chapter 388

At this moment, the true god Jinora was only envious of Xiaobai. It was the goal of every god to have such a group of primitive people with high faith.

There was a time when all the gods of Jinora thought that such a believer would never appear.

To this day, the Death Warrior slaps them hard in the face.

It’s not that it doesn’t exist, it’s just that I haven’t worked hard enough.

The Jinora gods suddenly had an enlightenment.

True God Jinora does not dare to use his divine power to oppress them any longer. If they continue to oppress them, these people will have to die in the temple. What will the God of Samsara think? He will definitely take crazy revenge.

Did the Jinora gods find the messenger from the Land of Rise to start a war?

Of course not, they are doing it for Yi Shi, so it would not be a good thing to offend Xiaobai, the God of Reincarnation, too much.

True God Jinora withdrew his divine power, and another true god released divine magic on the dead warriors such as Li to restore their injuries.

"You have won our respect, let's talk about Yi Shi." True God Jinora's voice echoed in the temple.

"..." Li kept smiling and looked at the altar with wide eyes.

"What is the suggestion from the True God of Samsara?" True God Jinora said again.

"..." Li remained motionless, including the death warrior behind him.

"Contempt, you are despising the gods!" A Jinora god couldn't help roaring. It was one thing for them to be shocked by the death warriors, but it was another thing for the death warriors to despise them.

If it is really defined as contempt, then even if the gods kill Li and others, they will not be punished by the laws of heaven and earth.

Gods are gods after all, and primitive people are not allowed to be disrespectful.

"...They...they fainted." A god doubtfully swept the bodies of Li and others with his divine power, and said after a moment of hesitation.

"..."

The roaring sounds of the gods disappeared, and the divine power swept across them, making them suddenly embarrassed.

Damn, what do you mean when you said you fainted and kept smiling? You couldn't just close your eyes and lie down on the ground. I almost misunderstood you!

True God Jinora was also dumbfounded, almost unable to maintain his majesty.

"They won't die." The true god who heals Li and others said confidently. His magic can completely restore Li and others' injuries.

They look quite scary now, as if they had taken a bath in blood, but in fact they have almost completely recovered after treatment.

"Find someone to take them away, and when they wake up, tell them to come over to discuss Yi Shi's affairs." said a true god of Jinora who had never spoken.

"Just do it."

"Second."

"..."

The gods of Jinora are also helpless. They can't let these fainted guys continue to stand here.

They issued an oracle and asked the tribesmen from the temples of the gods to come and fetch the people.

When the tribesmen arrived at the temple, they were shocked. They looked at a fainting death warrior and were at a loss.

What's happening? Each one looks like a bloody gourd. It's so miserable.

In addition, didn't the gods say that these people had fainted? It didn't look like they had fainted. Everyone was standing upright.

They hesitated to move forward. The gods issued another oracle, and then these tribesmen stepped forward and looked at Li and others carefully.

It seems...it seems that he did faint.

A tribesman shook his hand in front of Li's eyes, but Li didn't respond. Only then did they confirm it and began to lift the person.

Li and other death warriors didn't look fat, but their bodies were all muscle, and they were not light at all. Three or four tribesmen couldn't really lift them, and it took six or seven people to lift them.

Before lifting them up, they had to pull their feet out from the ground, which shocked the tribesmen even more.

They know how solid this stone ground is. If you say someone can crush it, they believe that many clergy warriors can do it. But if you say you can sink your feet into it, they have never seen it before...

It was like pulling out stakes, pulling people out from under the ground and knocking them down, and then seven or eight people came up and lifted them up, making noises.

Forget about other death warriors, they can still carry it, Qiu...

What were we going to do with this guy? He was so tall and his weight was astonishing. It took eight people a long time to pull the mound out of the ground, but they were so exhausted that they almost lost strength.

The tribesmen looked around pitifully, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness. This guy seemed to be trying to make a mountain. He was really helpless.

"..." The gods looked at the tribesmen and were speechless. Compared with the previous death warriors, they had the idea of ​​​​shooting the following tribesmen to death.

They are all human beings, so why are there so many differences between them?

There was no other way, so the gods had no choice but to take matters into their own hands, releasing their divine power, wrapping Qiu with it, pulling him out of the ground, and laying him flat on the ground.

Boom...

Dust flew everywhere, and Qiu Na's terrifying weight directly crushed the boulder beneath him.

"..." The gods felt their heads hurt. Why was this thing so heavy? They had been careful enough, but they didn't expect it to be able to crush the stone slab just by relying on its weight.

The eight tribesmen must not be able to lift it, so they called four more, and twelve people came under Qiu, shouting slogans and lifting it with all their strength.

"..."

The faces of the twelve people were suppressed and turned red, but their mounds did not move at all.

Someone must have used less force just now. This must be the case. The leading tribesman shouted twice, telling them to use more force, and shouted slogans again.

123, let’s go!

Not moving at all...

It seems that it is not a problem of using enough force or not, but a problem of not enough people!

The muscles on the tribesman's face twitched twice, and he found eight tribesmen again, a total of twenty people. If you don't believe it, you can't lift it.

123, let’s go!

The veins on the heads of the twenty people popped up. Qiu's body slowly left the ground. After taking two steps, the twenty people could no longer hold on.

Boom...

Several more huge stone slabs shattered.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to demolish the temple?!" Finally one of the gods couldn't bear it any longer and couldn't help roaring. He felt that these idiots simply had no brains.

Well, it was too personal and like a war, and the huge stone slabs at the entrance of the temple were broken into pieces.

What a cheat!

Finally, nearly a hundred tribesmen came, a team of fifty people, to lift the mound. The remaining people were always on guard, and whenever they saw someone running low on strength, they would quickly replace them.

Only then was the mound safely transported out, preserving the huge stone slabs on the temple floor.

After carrying away the death warriors, the gods did not disperse and fell into silence for a while. They did not expect such a result. The messenger from the Land of Rise actually subdued their group of gods.

How ridiculous is this?

"Ahem, let's discuss the matter of Yishi."

"Okay, okay."

"Second!"



It’s better not to think about those embarrassing things, right?


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