People with keen sense of smell quickly clean up their fineness and go far away, and some people who are bubbly excitedly prepare to watch the fun.

"Let me go!" Xiao You roared angrily, he was about to be mad.

"Don't worry, you have to grind your temperament." The sloppy old Taoist was not too slow and said earnestly. While speaking, he played with a ring on the middle finger of his right hand, which was engraved with the pattern of the God of Light. It was obviously not a thing of the Great Xia. If Shen Xuejun saw it, he would remember it. This should be the ring of the Light who was chasing her.

The ring fell in Daxia, and it is estimated that the end of the Light will not be much better. It should be that it was unable to leave Daxia.

Star-stripe country.

On the top of a towering sacred mountain in the west, in the majestic temple, the tall and powerful man shrouded in the dark gold robe moved his eyebrows and looked up at the east.

"The Guangming has been there for so long, and there has been no reply. I'm afraid something has happened." He murmured, his eyes becoming sharp, and his body exuded an unparalleled aura, and the entire temple became majestic and terrifying.

Several gods who were kneeling down on His Highness were trembling and did not dare to reply.

"Where is the darkness?" The tall and powerful man shouted softly.

The space in front of him suddenly twisted, and a black shadow slowly emerged from the figure. It was a powerful demigod ninth heavenly man wearing a black divine robe and a gray mask on his face. It was obviously much stronger than the Light Envoy. The violent aura emitted from his body made the kneeling divine envoys subconsciously shrink their necks.

"Lord, the darkness is here." The darkness makes the sound like the sound of scratching glass and metal, making the scalp tingling.

But the Lord, wearing a dark gold robe, was not affected at all, and did not even frown. He pondered for a moment: "The Nine Heavens of Demigods in the East have fallen, and things must not be simple. Go and see, the breath of that thing is faintly visible, find a way to bring it back, and don't be as uninformed as the light mess."

The darkness nodded and said, "Don't worry, Lord, I will not be like the idiot of light, waiting for my triumphant news!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure quickly faded and disappeared.

The Lord stared at the place where he disappeared for a long time, and a trace of playfulness appeared in his golden pupils, and said calmly: "That thing will make Daxia mess up. I wonder if my old friend will take action. If they can't hold back, it will be interesting. What can make God crazy is not simple."

Only after truly reaching the divine realm will you realize that things are far from being as simple as you imagine. The divine realm is not a paradise. Not only does it not make the cultivator invincible to the world, it is suppressed by mysterious forces and must consume a lot of resources to maintain the divine realm state, otherwise the realm will become unstable.

The divine realm is to make people's life level higher and their power stronger, but the divine realm is also a huge pit, and its unstable state makes people crazy.

In short, the current divine realm is just a subtle state and cannot be as stable as the demigod realm. Using a more common metaphor, it is like a leaky balloon that cannot be repaired, and can only be kept pumping to maintain it. This is very troublesome and makes all the powerful people in the divine realm hearts hurt.

This is also the fundamental reason why the powerful people in the divine realm are born. Unless the powerful people in the divine realm go crazy, they will not easily leave their own cultivation place. Only in a place with sufficient resources can the powerful people in the divine realm exert their true strength and make other cultivators convinced and worshipped.

There is a saying about the legend of the Emperor that he finally entered the real realm of divineness.

Leaving Fang Ajian is to give latecomers a chance to become a god.

"You alone must be far from enough." The Lord's golden eyes penetrated the void and looked at the distant East, "Twelve disciples, it's time for you to appear in the world."

The Twelve Disciples, the most hidden force under his seat, has been secretly cultivated for decades, with nine demigod ninth level, the worst is the seventh level of the demigod, and two demigod eighth level of the demigod.

This power is terrifying no matter where it is placed, and it can be said to be invincible in a world where it is difficult to get out of the divine realm.

But now is not the time to use the twelve disciples. Fang Ajian's appearance will definitely cause unprecedented competition. Let the bullets fly for a while first. Light makes things worse, but dark makes things worse. If he goes to Daxia to disturb him, it will be difficult for other forces to seize Fang Ajian to rise exponentially.

The Lord touched the ring of his right hand and pointed to a simple dark golden ring, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Below the temple, at the foot of the Jufeng Mountain, there are countless pilgrims who travel thousands of mountains and rivers to worship the saints in their hearts, and offer the most pious power of faith, and even all their wealth. The temple is not short of resources, so the master is so leisurely that he will occasionally reveal his holy traces to the believers, making them more determined in their faith in him.

A holy light flew out from the temple and fell on the giant peak, as if it was put on a sacred gauze dress on the giant peak, looking extremely noble and solemn.

"Oh, God, I'm not dreaming!"

"Oh my God, look, the Lord of God appears!"

The believers were ecstatic and rushed to the foot of the mountain, constantly celebrating and bowing, and some even cried and fainted. However, no one noticed that under the cover of the holy light, all believers bathed in the holy light, part of their vitality was quietly disappearing, and the holy light was nourished and became more sacred.

A faint smile appeared on the Lord's face, and it was the season of pilgrimage again. Millions of believers will come from all over the world to dedicate their faith power to him. This is the best supplement for him to maintain the realm of God. This year, there seems to be a little more believers and the power of faith is stronger.

"Peter, you have done a good job. I will give you three drops of holy water." The Lord smiled slightly, raised his hand, and popped out three golden drops of water into the darkness of the hall.

"Thank you for your gift, Peter will always remember it!" A vulgar cardinal ran out quickly in the darkness, and used the Golden Holy Grail to catch three golden drops of water, and she burst into tears of gratitude.

Although he is only a small realm of success in the heavenly realm, he is very talented in preaching and preaching, and is particularly good at developing believers. He is the most favored assistant of the Lord.

Three drops of golden holy water can make Peter's cultivation progress by leaps and bounds, and even more so that his physique can be strong, so his gratitude is real and not adulterated at all.

"Well, go, go back to your world and be your king." The Lord waved his hand and signaled very kindly that he could leave.

"Thank you, Holy Lord!" Peter respectfully worshiped and left the hall after doing his rituals.

After leaving the hall and looking down at the dense believers below, Peter's face showed a satisfied look.

In a giant city thousands of miles away from the holy mountain, there is a skyscraper nearly 500 meters high, which is the headquarters of the Hei Shui Group, which ranks the world's number one in the Stars and Stripes.

"That guy who likes to pretend to be a ghost is starting to be restless again." In the roof of the Heishui Building, in a magnificent and huge dome palace, a fat white man in a golden silk nightgown leaned on the soft couch, surrounded by a sexy beauty.
Chapter completed!