He stood up slowly and sighed.

Outside the door.

Yun Ao was still wearing a blue shirt, but his figure was much more transparent than before.

"how?"

Seeing Yuntu's expression, he raised his eyebrows.

"Failed again?"

"Not a failure."

Yuntu returned to his lazy look again, put his hands on his sleeves, and slowly walked out of the wing room. "The heads of the gods are the most important part, and their deaths are also exchanged for some useful information. The monk in gray seemed to attach great importance to this matter. Haha, Ascension Realm... Our strength is still a little weak."

"Don't count on me."

Yun Ao shook his head.

"In order to help you suppress that feathering realm, I have exhausted the last power of this dragon clan and it takes a long time to cultivate."

“It’s okay.”

Yuntu smiled.

"One is enough. The noise has been too big recently, and it will take some time to lie in dormant. But before that... there is another big thing!"

brush!

brush!

...

The words fell.

Four figures fell in front of him in an instant.

Three holy realms.

A feather realm.

If there are people from the southern border here, it is not difficult to find that these people are either the sect leader or the sacred master of the holy land. Especially the realm of the feathers, their identities are even more terrifying. However, in front of Yuntu, the few people looked extremely respectful and their eyes were even more fanatical.

"Greetings to the messenger of God!"

"Several."

Yuntu's face turned solemn.

"The resurrection of the god is imminent. Today I will establish a sect to spread the glory of the gods throughout the world!"

"My God!"

moment.

Several people knelt on the ground and kept shouting.

"glory!"

Visible to the naked eye.

Straws of red mist kept floating out of the statue in the room and landed on the people, with the expressions of intoxication on their faces.

Thorn!

Thorn!

Just in the blink of an eye.

The few people kept squirming behind them, and four thick arms stretched out, and the skin between their eyebrows cracked at the same time, and a scarlet giant eye appeared!

A trace of disgust flashed in Yun Ao's eyes.

Just didn't say anything.

Being infected by divine power, the few people seemed not to lose their minds, but remained awake.

"God's envoy!"

The monk in the Feather Realm looked fanatical.

"Since you need to establish a religion, what is the name of the religion?"

Cloud map is silent.

He walked into the wing room again, bowed to the statue of the god, and said in a fanatical tone: "Since we want to revive the gods, the name of the gods... the name of the gods! From today on, I will be the leader of the gods!"

"Meet the leader!"

Outer room.

Several of them looked frenzied and kept bowing.

"Regain God?"

Yun Ao's tone was slightly ridiculous.

"So blatant, are you really not afraid of the old blind man?"

"Waiting for the gods to recover."

Yuntu looked pious.

"He was the first to die!"

...

In the forbidden area.

A figure in white slowly walked forward, and a layer of vague fairy light was covered with. He didn't even look at the crimson white bones that could be seen everywhere. The faint sound of ghost crying and demon roaring seemed to not affect him at all.

It is Luo Wushuang.

Suddenly!

The endless fog lingered and twisted, turned into many ghosts and bit him.

only.

When you encounter that layer of fairy light, it is like ice encountering the fiery sun and melting instantly!

I don't know how long it took.

His body slowly stopped.

As the fog rolled, an ancient road about three feet long appeared faintly, which seemed real and illusory, and it was winding and spreading to where it was.

"The road is broken?"

The fairy light in his eyes filled another layer, as if he had sensed something faintly.

"Forget it."
Chapter completed!