There was silence.

Wu Shen dared to speak out.

Only Di Tian's excited shouts slowly spread and then slowly dissipated.

He gently patted Di Tian on the shoulder, and the boy turned his head and looked at the three respectful gods.

"how?"

"Of course I've thought about it."

The Shura God stepped forward and said as he took out a long sword wrapped in thick blood mist from the void, and then explained:

"The younger generation is willing to hand over the throne of God to make up for the suffering that this pope has suffered."

The first-level god's position was replaced by the supreme god's position.

In essence, this is a business that is profitable and profitable.

only...

According to Bibidong's current cultivation level and the series of changes that need to be faced in changing the gods, it is inevitable to start the Shura Nine Test from scratch.

But even so, the gap between the Supreme God and the First-level God is enough to make this seemingly equivalent compensation slightly more expensive.

As for the angel god on the other side, he stuffed his angel sword and the rakshasa god's Rakshasa god's Rakshasa god sickle into Qian Renxue's hand, who was confused!

At the same time, the Rakshasa God whispered:

"Young people are willing to hand over the throne."

"Not only that, the younger generation is willing to spend their own cultivation to give this..."

"cough!"

"Reshape the Pope."

After hearing the extremely aggrieved words of Rakshasa God, Bibidong on the side was almost not completely angered.

What a joke!

It sounds like you are still at a disadvantage?!

If it weren't for your blind operation back then, would she have faced such a humiliating situation?!

Little do you know...

Back then, the Rakshasa God really just eroded Qianxunji with his evil thoughts!

What Chihiroji did later was really not driven by her intentionally!

Fortunately, Bibidong was not too concerned about this matter.

After all, it is really an irrational behavior to fight with a god in person; especially when the god has bowed his head and paid the price, if he continues to focus on this matter and force the other party to be anxious, it will be easy to end up in a bad way!

Therefore, Bibidong agreed with the flow.

As for the angel god on the other side, he didn't say anything.

However, the act of stuffing his magic weapon to Qian Renxue actually explained everything.

but...

"Is it a bit too much for one person to have a double god position?"

Destruction frowned and thought so.

But considering that the future Shura God is the other party's biological mother, and this unpredictable existence is still standing on the side of the human world...

After thinking carefully for a moment, the God of Destruction finally decided to turn a blind eye.

He glanced at the God of Destruction with a smile. The young man's dull eyes turned slightly, and he nodded politely to everyone, the beast and the god, and then said lightly:

"Since you all have thought about it, then that's it..."

“My mission has been completed…”

"Next..."

"You have about half an hour to talk to this kid."

“As for the follow-up…”

"If you still have this thought at that time, and you feel that you can't let go..."

"Go and find Na'er..."

"That's the only interesting silver dragon."

The sound is getting lower and lower.

At the end of the day, the boy laughed, snapped his fingers gently, teleported away all the gods who had nothing to do with this matter, and then stood there and slowly closed his eyes.

The clouds are open!

The sky is cracking!

It seems to be sending off the departure of this great existence in this way...

It also seems that this is warning all surviving gods not to think that the one who left and thinks it is easy to bully...

The gods know nothing about the world.

But the behavior of being teleported away by someone easily snapping their fingers still made them feel so frustrated.

It's fine if you call it and leave it...

And a large number of unqualified...

Not only that, it also awakened another powerful existence to suppress them...

What's the matter with this!

When people sit at home, disaster comes from heaven!

But they didn't dare to find trouble for the Rakshasa god at this moment!

In case this leads to the error in the inheritance of the divine position...

What do you know if that existence will come back!

Even if I don’t come back, do I really think the sword hanging above their heads will not fall?

Don’t forget who cast this sword!

He sighed quite tiredly, closed his eyes and sensed the almost half-broken divine realm. Destruction couldn't help but feel a headache.

Fortunately, the lean camel is bigger than a horse.

At present, the normal mechanism of the divine world cannot operate because of too few people...

This is a blessing in disguise...

But from now on, the gods will not be as leisurely as before...

Not to interfere with others as much as before!

...

He slowly opened his eyes, and the dazzling sunlight made Lu Yuan subconsciously raise his hand to cover it.

Immediately, he saw the subtle but obvious enough crack on the back of his hand.

"Are you going to die?"

Looking inside for a moment, Lu Yuan smiled bitterly and murmured in his heart.

It is no longer enough to express his physical condition at this moment; it is very appropriate to have only the empty shell left on the outside.

but...

"I can give me a chance to leave my last words. It seems that things should have been dealt with..."

The lost eyes turned, and their eyes fell on the people in front of them, and then on the long sword wrapped in blood mist in Bibidong's hand, the angel sword and the Rakshasa divine sickle in Qian Renxue's hand, and finally on the mini god position in Di Tian's hand.

"It seems that you are seeking justice."

Deliberately avoiding Ning Rongrong, Qian Renxue and everyone's complicated gaze, Lu Yuan said with an indifferent smile, and then he saw Ning Rongrong pounce on him crying.

Seeing this, Lu Yuan's expression changed.

But he was obviously unable to stop Ning Rongrong quickly, and he was broken.

In desperation, he had to lift his recovered arm and blocked Ning Rongrong's face.

Click!!!

The crisp sound, accompanied by the flying fragments like glass, made Ning Rongrong stop his pace and also made Qian Renxue's palm clench tightly.

"Just say something..."

After glanced at the arm that had exploded to pieces, Lu Yuan sighed helplessly; at the same time, he asked with a smile:

"How about it?"
To be continued...