They created this altar originally, but now when they come here again, they feel a strong sense of rejection.

"Aren't you satisfied with the sacrifices we prepared?"

The youngest muttered to himself.

Immediately, he grabbed Xu Tong's wrist and continued walking up the steps.

With every step he took, the entire altar shook, and a strong sense of rejection came over him like a mountain falling apart. Even the old magician looked ugly at this moment.

He muttered: "If I had known earlier, I should have let you go further up."

However, the youngest didn't care about this strong sense of rejection. Instead, he seemed to be comforting his own child. Facing the rejection from the altar, he smiled and said: "Okay, okay, I know you are angry, but it doesn't matter. This time it's

For the last time, eternity will come, and you will become a holy place in eternity."

As the builder of the altar, in the eyes of the youngest, the altar is also his own child.

But this child only understands the youngest.

As the most powerful god among the first generation of dead gods, he has the same attitude towards everyone and regards all living beings as his children.

Likewise, all living beings will also be his tools.

I saw the cloak behind the youngest, and on the altar along the steps, the heads of the gods were rising and falling in the middle, screaming in pain.

The sense of rejection here is still effective for them. The higher the youngest goes, the stronger the rejection becomes. All these feelings of rejection are transferred to the heads of these gods by the youngest.

"You bastard!"

Gao Zhuo and Li Bo were held in each hand by Chang Wuju, and they followed behind them with great strides. Up to this moment, the two of them were still glaring at this bastard's figure with vicious eyes from time to time.

Chang Wugu smiled disapprovingly and said, "Hey, are you surprised? I'm not from your side to begin with."

The day Xu Tong walked out of the hospital gate, he was called over by the youngest, asking him to find Xu Tong and follow Xu Tong.

Otherwise, how could he have been taken in by Xu Tong so easily in the first place.

Do you really think he loves Xu Tong?

Besides, what can Xu Tong bring to him? It's just some so-called prop cards, script points, these trivial things.

In contrast, what the youngest gave him was power comparable to the second generation of gods, as well as a ticket to enter the eternal world and become an immortal existence.

In the face of such temptation, what does the so-called friendship mean?

Of course, he would not tell Gao Zhuo and Li Bo this, and carried them forward with a calm expression on his face.

But there was a bigger plan in his heart, fermenting secretly in his heart.

Soon, the gods of death who had come with the youngest began to lose their ability to hold on one after another.

Every time they took a step upward, the backlash they endured made them feel like they were being shattered to pieces.

But the youngest had no intention of stopping, and gradually only Ni, the old magic stick, and Tai were left around.

"Tianyu!"

Seeing that he was being thrown further and further away, a god of death finally spoke and looked at the youngest's back with sincere eyes: "Tianyu, you won't give up on us, will you?"

Hearing this, the youngest did not respond.

The old magic stick darkened his face, turned half of his face to look at the god of death, and sneered from the corner of his mouth: "Hey, don't you really think that entering the eternal world is an easy thing?"

After hearing the old magic stick's words, the expressions of these stragglers of the dead gods suddenly changed, and they glared at the old magic stick: "Song, what do you mean!"

"What do you mean?" The old magic stick scratched his head, and then looked at Chang Wuzhen with an innocent face: "Didn't I make it clear enough?"

"It's because their understanding ability is so poor that they don't even understand. Those who can't keep up with Tianyu's footsteps are destined to become the cornerstone of the new world!"

Chang Wuju showed a ferocious smile and spoke more plainly for the old magic stick.

The eternal world is the dream that everyone pursues, and it is the paradise that gods most long to live in.

Since it is the eternal paradise, not everyone can taste this cake.

If you can't even keep up with Tianyu's footsteps, then just be the cornerstone of this paradise.

"Tianyu!!"

Facing Kong and Chang's unrestrained sarcasm, the faces of these gods of death suddenly turned extremely pale. They shouted the youngest's name, hoping to gain his pity.

The youngest turned back, looked at them kindly, and said softly: "My child, becoming an eternal sacrifice is also a part of eternity. If you are not willing to do so, please follow me. I will be by my side to help you."

Leave a seat."

The youngest's voice was particularly soft, as if telling a fallen child, "Get up if you fall. I've also prepared candies for you to eat."

But for these abandoned gods of death, it was like a bolt from the blue. They roared angrily unwillingly, and some gritted their teeth and stepped forward to rush upward.

But not everyone can bear the rejection from the altar.

Soon, a god of death could not bear the power, covered his forehead, and fell from the altar.

In response to this, Lao Shengun and Chang Wugu let out a burst of giggles. From the looks of it, it seemed that the two of them were more like the same person.

Just as hateful.

But compared to how hateful the two of them were, Xu Tong felt extremely disgusted with the youngest in front of him at the moment. He said the most vicious words in the kindest tone, and his hypocritical and false face made him sick.

At this moment, the youngest suddenly stopped, raised his head and looked at the last twelve steps in front of him. He put his palm on Xu Tong's shoulder: "My child, it's your turn next!"
Chapter completed!