The first thousand three hundred and sixty-eight chapters are powerful gods
"You really need my help."
Facing the thousands of wild mists, Muria didn't take it seriously. He raised his hand and tapped lightly. Starting from his fingertips, the gray field instantly encompassed the entire surrounding sky.
Time was stopped at this moment, and everything lost its color and turned into dead gray. Then, every wind that could easily open an abyss on the earth collapsed and turned into air currents that disturbed all directions.
Even the body of the Wind Elf King trembled, and several blue divine lights exploded on his body, like several blooming brilliant divine lights.
"You need me to teach you how to maintain due respect when facing a being more powerful than yourself!"
"[Death] Priesthood? How is it possible?"
Maintaining his shaky body, the Wind Elf King looked at Muria with an unbelievable expression.
He was not too surprised that Muria could be promoted to a powerful god before him. Recently, his background was deeper than his, and Muria invaded his realm with an excuse that could be broken at once and with an attitude that was too lazy to cover up.
, and He was not very angry.
Because if He was promoted before Muria, He would probably do something similar. Anyone who is not a fool can see that this is a world of great conflict that only happens once in ten thousand years.
The foundation accumulated during this period of chaos will determine the status that each god can have after order is established. Therefore, it is only normal to plunder the faith resources of other gods with a thick face and a dark heart.
The object of his real anger was himself. Why was he so weak that he actually completed this crucial step, causing himself to become the target of plunder by other gods?
"What's so surprising about this kind of thing?"
"How could you possibly master such a priesthood? What on earth have you done?" The Wind Elf King was simply unbelievable. Such powerful supreme priesthoods are usually controlled by the oldest gods. Their later cuteness
It would be great if the new gods can get involved.
At the beginning, Muria showed the power of the sun and death. Although it shocked the gods, after the surprise, it became dull, because all the gods saw that the priesthood in Muria's hands was too small, and it was just barely relevant.
That’s all.
But everything is different now. The new god who once used the power of death as a plot against an ancient existence actually uses the power of death as his main attack method. Judging from the way he spends it so wantonly, [Death] may have become
His main ministry.
What does this mean? The Wind Elf King knows very well that there are too many. This means that he can be on an equal footing with the oldest gods, and it means that he has the qualifications to hold the huge knife that divides the world.
.It also means that the god who once inspired him to have a desire to compare has become an existence that is beyond his reach.
With such a huge gap, even the gods could not maintain a stable mood in their hearts. The Wind Elf King admitted that he was sour. The supreme priesthood, the elemental priesthood does not have such a priestly fragrance. Although [Wind] is also very strong, it is not yet
There is a very obvious gap with the Supreme Priesthood.
"Before raising your own doubts to me, shouldn't you correct your current attitude?"
Muria stared at the Wind Elf King. Since he has become a god, he must abide by the order among the gods and judge his superiority based on his strength.
"..." The Wind Elf King was silent, regained his composure, and then began to test: "The new Lord of Death, what do you want?"
"Well, not bad." Seeing the Wind Elf King who instantly wiped away his hostility and looked a little humble, Muria's face showed admiration. He likes this kind of spirit that can bend and stretch. This will
Save Him a lot of trouble.
Although such a god has no loyalty at all even if he is recruited under his command, Muria doesn't care. Because in Muria's positioning for his future, any god who joins his command will have two or five sons as standard.
There is no chance of regretting changing jobs.
"Don't you think my power is too weak? It's completely inconsistent with the power I have now." Muria said something that was almost an explicit hint.
"Why me?" the Wind Elf King asked helplessly. This newly powerful divine power made it very clear that he just fell in love with him and wanted to conquer him as a god.
For such a thing, if He is a weak or weak divine power, then He should feel lucky, but He is a medium divine power, a God who has the opportunity to be promoted to a powerful divine power in the near future.
Even if the priesthood he controls is not the supreme priesthood, it is not bad. At least there is no problem in self-protection. Of course, with his current strength, it seems that self-protection is not a big problem.
"Because I find you very pleasing to the eye, and your elemental body is more in line with my aesthetics." Muria responded with an answer that couldn't be called an answer at all.
"Is that all?"
"What else? Although I have mastered part of the [Wind] priesthood, I feel that it would be a waste to kill you and plunder your priesthood. It would be better to gather you under my command."
Threat, this is a naked threat. The implication of his words is very clear. If he dares to refuse the solicitation, his fate will be to fall. What he cannot get will be destroyed.
"Your Majesty, can you give me some time to think about it? Such a thing has such a great impact on me that I can't react at the moment." The Wind Elf King conducted the test without any expectations.
"Logically speaking, I shouldn't give you any time, but who calls me kind-hearted? Tell me, how long do you need to think?"
"???" Such gentle words made the King of Wind quickly increase his vigilance. There must be a monster if something goes wrong. This god who broke into his realm in such a shameless way suddenly became so easy to talk to.
There is a problem.
"Ten years?" After careful consideration, the Wind Elf King carefully said a number that was not an exaggeration for the gods.
"Well, yes." This request, which can be called too much, was actually agreed to by Muria. Then, as if in exchange, the god put forward his conditions,
"Since you need ten years to think about my proposal, you must not have time to manage it during these ten years. Then, let me take over the realm you were assigned at the meeting of the gods!
"
Tuqiong saw that after hearing Muria's shameless words, the Wind Elf King himself ran away directly in his own Kingdom of God. He must release the depressed emotions that he had been holding back until now, otherwise
If so, he was afraid that he would do something drastic.
"..." But facing the incarnation of Muria's spirit, he naturally remained silent. How could he accept such words? Should he agree? Are you kidding me?
According to this being’s unscrupulous character, after ten years have passed, what will be left of him?
But if he refused, he didn't dare to say it. He had no choice at all. Surrender or perish! Two roads, choose one of the two, without any chance of delaying time and waiting for a turning point.
"It seems that you are not satisfied with my proposal. In that case, you should make a decision now."
Muria showed a warm smile, appearing elegant and easy-going, but the completely stagnant gray field around him did not match the expression on his face at this time.
"By the way, don't make me wait too long. I don't have much patience." Muria reminded again.
"...Not enough!" After a long silence, the Wind Elf King replied.
"What's not enough?"
"I want to witness your true power. If you can enter my kingdom of God and find my true self before the sun sets in the sky, I am willing to become your god."
With his final stubbornness, the Wind Elf King put forward the conditions for him to become a god.
When Muria heard this, she held her hands and smiled. The meaning of this god was very clear. He must conquer me with pure force, otherwise he would refuse to surrender and would rather resist to the end.
This was the last resistance made out of desperation, and it was also a temptation. If he could not show overwhelming power, he could just leave.
Muria naturally likes this kind of thing. Conquering with pure force is what he wants to do most, because what is obtained in this way is the most stable.
"Okay, I agree!"
Muria laughed, and then under the gaze of the incarnation of the Wind Elf King, the newly promoted God of Death transformed into a giant god standing tall, and then raised his hand, crushing the Wind Elf King's body like a mosquito.
incarnation.
Then, the god, whose huge body had grown to five thousand meters, stepped forward and walked on the land that was not considered vast to him at this time.
Towering and precipitous, rolling majestic mountains, swampy lakes rippling with dense water vapor, the mighty Yangtze River spanning thousands of miles - these wonders on the earth that contain the mystery of natural creation were stepped over by powerful gods, and were swept away in an instant.
Thousands of miles behind.
The distance covered by the spirit in one step is a distance that some birds cannot fly even after three days and three nights of sleepless nights and exhaustion.
And such a terrifying movement speed, coupled with the huge size of this god, should have set off a hurricane that could sweep across the entire realm, but these natural disasters caused by his actions were eliminated by this god as early as the moment they appeared.
The existence was suppressed.
You can't even see any footprints left by His steps on the earth, as if Muria's huge and majestic divine body is just an extremely impactful illusion.
In fact, for those weak mortals, Muria and Phantom, who are not in the same space as them at all, are not much different.
…
"As expected of a younger generation of gods, he immediately became active after acquiring the power of the Death Emperor. Young gods are always more energetic than us lifeless old guys."
"It seems that you are very optimistic about this young junior, but I am full of worries because I see endless greed in him."
"Young juniors, isn't this kind of mentality normal? Think about the time when we first became gods, weren't we the same as him? We wanted to expand our divine power as much as possible and at the same time obtain more priesthoods.
."
"But it didn't take long for us to be satisfied. That's when we understood the cruelty of the world. But I can't see any trace of satisfaction in this one. He seems to just keep asking for it."
"So, Pale Lord, what are you worried about?"
"I'm worried that one day in the future, this descendant will cast his greedy eyes on us and wave the sword in his hand at us."
"It's pointless worry. Is it true that only that junior has a sword in his hand? We do too. If he dares to set his sights on us, then we will teach him how to be a junior obediently."
"No, it's not meaningless. Haven't you noticed? Isn't this junior's speed of becoming stronger too fast? In a short period of time, it has equaled what we have achieved in the past hundreds of thousands of years.
of all achievements.”
"That's because he inherited everything from the Undead Emperor. It's normal to have such power."
"No, it's not normal. I still haven't figured out why that old friend fell into the hands of this junior. Although he no longer has the priesthood, his power has not been weakened in the slightest. If it were so easy, which round
It’s up to this junior to take advantage of this.”
"So you suspect that there are other forces behind Him supporting Him?"
"This is also a possibility, but I didn't think of it. I guess that this being has hidden his power. And he had already hidden that part of his power before attending the meeting of the gods."
"Isn't this possible? It's not like he doesn't understand the purpose of holding the meeting of the gods. How much profit will be lost by hiding the power?"
"It doesn't matter at all. The benefits he gains by concealing his strength are far greater than the losses he loses. Once he completes everything he wants to do, his losses will be returned in huge profits dozens or hundreds of times."
"Then there are both possibilities. The Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains seems to know this being the best. Unfortunately, I have tried it, and He refuses to reveal any information."
"Regardless of Him, you don't know His character. His eyes are always limited to his own rule, and every day he wants to take back the divine power that has been scattered in the hands of His descendants."
"Speaking of the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains, I think of some very interesting rumors."
"What? Tell me."
"A daughter of the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains is looking for allies everywhere, wanting to kill her father and replace him."
"Hahaha, this is really interesting. But it is also interesting that the Lord of Ten Thousand Mountains can actually have such a troubled relationship with his direct descendant."
"This is not the most interesting thing. The most interesting thing is that this goddess who wanted to murder his father seems to have entered the palace of our new death lord and stayed there for a long time. If it is correct,