As soon as the spear moved, there were several kinds of fluctuations of divine power wrapped around it.
Lava, yellow sand, storms, stings, stings, noise, and even the shadow just now.
The unwilling undead spirits of the evil gods circled above and roared unwillingly.
So much so that the eyes of the God of Black Wind were blurred, and various images of the death of gods appeared before his eyes. The unwilling roars and curses of the gods were lingering in his mind, and the sounds became louder and louder.
"No--"
The God of Black Wind died directly under the spear of the God of Thunder without any resistance.
Click, the God of Thunder has one more godhead in his hand.
This scene chilled the hearts of many gods who were watching with distant vision, and their fear of the Pantheon became even greater.
This guy killed two gods in front of the gods, but no one of them stood up to condemn him.
It can be seen that the power of the Pantheon has penetrated deeply into the heart of the gods. What should I do if one day this spear falls on me?
At that time, if the Pantheon finds an excuse to kill himself, will he be willing to do so?
Although the gods killed by the Pantheon were all evil gods, how many of the dozens of gods present were true gods that fit the style of the Pantheon?
They also saw the changes in the gods of the Pantheon. The changes were like becoming another kind of god.
No one knows the secret.
Crisis, absolutely big crisis.
In the black mist, the God of Thunder and the God of Speed locked eyes. The spear flew back and shook the body of the Shadow God. A lot of things that were usually collected were exposed.
The God of Black Mist wished he could bury himself in the ground, hoping they wouldn't find him.
After lowering his head and trembling for dozens of seconds, he secretly raised his head and looked in the direction of the God of Thunder.
At the same time, the God of Thunder just took out a small stone object from the body of the God of Black Wind.
laugh--
The God of Black Mist stared at the two gods of the Pantheon, whose faces were still ugly, and made no sound.
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When the gods received the information from their respective eyeliners, they all had some ugly expressions on their faces.
The pantheon is still full of energy? Does that mean they still want to kill a few more gods?
All the gods laughed angrily, and at the same time they were holding a breath in their hearts, unwilling to let it out.
The thoughtful gods took the initiative to join the pirated pantheon, hoping to use this big tree to protect themselves.
They thought that as long as there were more gods, the Pantheon would not dare to come.
There were also gods who smelled something bad and ran away that night.
At this time, an extremely desperate and strange creature approached one of the pirated Pantheons called the Pantheon.
It was a creature shrouded in mist, with big eyes and a big head, floating out of thin air.
He came to the foot of a tall mountain, took a look at the chaotically growing plants and animals, and then flew to the temple on the top of the mountain without hesitation.
"What are you?"
The temple here is tall and empty, with ventilation on all sides, snowflakes piled on the top, and a deep coldness washing over the place.
The gods here are all cold gods who prefer ice and snow, and their personalities are lonely and arrogant.
Therefore, after they decided to form an alliance and build a Pantheon that was 10,000 times more powerful than the Pantheon, they had very few exchanges over the years.
Their common family member, the Snowman Snow Ape, built this temple made of ice, and then spent most of their time lying in it and sleeping. Only in winter would they occasionally go out and run down the mountain like a wild goose chase.
The one who made the sound was a tall snow ape. He was holding a thick ice skate and spraying thick white breath from his huge nostrils.
The figure shrouded in black mist moved, "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that what I want to say has something to do with your god."
As soon as he heard the first half of the words, Snow Monkey's temper suddenly rose, and he planned to beat this guy to death with this ancestral ice skate.
But after talking about his god in the second half of the sentence, he pretended to be elegant dryly, uttered two words and hurried into the temple.
"Wait."
A few minutes later, this strange figure received an invitation from the gods of the ice and snow gods and walked in.
Unexpectedly, within a few minutes, the strange figure with no expression left faster than when he arrived, with an expression of annoyance and aggrievedness.
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"You said the God of Thunder and the God of Speed found something in the God of Black Wind?"
The stone-like giant stood against the wide stone armor and said disdainfully.
"What does that have to do with us?"
The strange black figure was only one and a half meters tall, with an ugly face.
This guy is another idiot who makes no sense.
The eyes of the mountain god on the side lit up, and he said to the black-robed weirdo in a gentle tone, "What did the god of the Pantheon find there?"
The black-robed weirdo's face looked better, and he sketched the rough appearance of the stone.
The God of the Mountain's pupils shrank, but his face was still communicating with him gently.
After the man in black robe left in a hurry, the God of the Mountain still ignored the Stone God and walked towards his temple.
There was a sense of urgency in his heart. The longer the time dragged on, the easier it would be for problems to arise. If he couldn't figure out the above content quickly, he was afraid that he would not get any benefits by then.
After he left, the stone god with a reckless and irritable face looked meaningfully at the departure of the mountain god.
But here, the god of the mountain couldn't help but use his divine power to explore the stone tablet.
He frowned and looked at the strange fonts on it.
It was true that this was the ‘divine language’ issued by the Pantheon, but he had no way of understanding it, so he had only a limited understanding of it.
Afterwards, he used his divine power more carefully to understand the secrets inside, hoping to achieve results.
Sure enough, after investing a lot of divine power, a vague voice appeared silently in his ears and poured into his mind.
"abcdefg..."
"yi.er.san.si.wu.liu..."
"One, two, three, four, five, six..."
"123456..."
"一丨丿丶嫫氵..."
Divine words, this must be divine words. The God of the Mountain was very excited, as if he had discovered the secrets of the Pantheon.
If you dig deeper, there will definitely be a powerful secret of the Pantheon.
The Pantheon is so powerful, and this stone tablet is definitely a credit. Judging from its appearance, it is definitely left behind by the ancient gods.
The Pantheon is nothing but a lucky one.
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"Okay, I'm in the trap now. The next step is for the Stone God."
In the chaotic space, the God of Foreknowledge said to several other gods, took out his large notebook, and checked the name of the God of the Mountain on it.
Then he drew a circle on the stone god's name.
They calculated for a long time, looking over and over the information about the surrounding gods, and finally decided on those gods who could become chess pieces.
For example, the God of Black Mist abandoned his godhood and lived in the form of black mist. After "surviving" from the Pantheon, he traveled across the land to lobby the gods.
For example, the lucky person who got the stone tablet is the God of the Mountain, or the God of Stone coveted the god of the mountain from the beginning.
They are all part of the whole plan, a small chess piece in the plan.