Rebirth of the strongest Immortal Venerable - Chapter 804
Chapter 804
The four white-haired young men appeared in the Thunder God Temple, and there were people blocking them along the way, and they were all blasted into slag by thunder and lightning.
For a time, the Thunder God Temple was like a big enemy, and the Lord of the Temple came personally.
“Who are you waiting for, dare to act fiercely in the Thunder Temple?”
The Lord of the Thunder God, a thin western old man in a long robe, dark skin, but giving people a sense of oppression, full of majesty.
With a fierce temper, he raised his hand and punched, and a thundering fist shot at the white-haired young man.
The white-haired young man carried his hands on his back, a lightning barrier appeared all over his body, and the thunder light fist imprints disappeared out of thin air.
The Lord of Thunder God was shocked, “You are—”
“I’m waiting, from the upper bound.” The white-haired young man spoke lightly, stretched out his palm, and a mark of lightning appeared between his palms.
“Morgan has seen the envoy.”
The Lord of the Thunder God Hall recognized the identities of the four, and quickly stepped forward, bowing and saluting.
Behind him, everyone in the Thunder Temple also saluted respectfully.
The white-haired young man nodded slightly and asked, “What’s the situation on the earth now?”
“Tomorrow is the final battle of the World Martial Arts Conference…”
The Lord of the Thunder Temple, Morgan, briefly narrated the situation.
“World Martial Arts Conference? Haha, it’s better to come early than to come by coincidence. Morgan, make an arrangement, we want to see the master of this lost land, what rank is it?”
The white-haired young man said.
“A group of indigenous people, what’s so interesting about it?”
“According to my style of doing things, I will shoot directly tomorrow to suppress these so-called masters and turn them into our slaves to work for us.”
A handsome young man buttoned his nails and spoke lazily.
“Ferrero, why waste your energy? As long as we crush the strongest who subdues them, these natives will naturally obey.” The white-haired young man laughed and said, “Morgan, go make arrangements.”
“Yes, the envoy.”
Morgan, the lord of the Thunder God Temple, was very excited. The admiral came and would surely sweep everything. The time had come for the Thunder God Temple to rule the martial arts world.
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The next day, the much-anticipated God-level battle of the World Martial Arts Conference started.
God-level (angel-level) powerhouse, a legend that stands on the top of the martial arts world, a battle at the peak, a rare encounter in a century, countless people are excited to watch, and Crystal Mountain is full of people.
Because of the amazing destructive power of the god-level power, it can destroy a town in a blink of an eye, which is very terrifying.
Therefore, according to the usual practice, the battle of the gods is on the battle platform of the gods on the top of the crystal mountain.
It is said that it is a meteorite from outside the sky, and some people say it was left in the ancient battlefield, with a radius of one thousand meters, surrounded by dense arrays and fields, which is very stable.
The God-level battle is the peak battle between the East and the West. It represents the top level of force and has a decisive position in determining the ownership of the allied country.
It’s just that the god-level powerhouse hasn’t appeared for many years, so the battle of the god-level is just a legend.
For decades, for some reason, many angel-level creatures have appeared in the western world, and the battle of god-level has been brought up again.
After a series of introductions, people learned.
There are three angel-level powerhouses in the west, two of them are from the two temples of Thor and Fengshen, and the other is from the ancient family of vampires.
In the Eastern camp, the two players who participated in the battle were the guardian deity of China, Qinglong, and the ancestor of the Daomen who ranked first in the Eight Sects of the Hidden Sect, as well as the god-level Sirius.
God-level veterans are all standing on the top of martial arts. They have noble status. In order to show respect, the God-level battle does not draw lots, and randomly matches and fights.
The first person to come to power was a middle-aged man with a plentiful spirit and jade, with a disheveled head and a white robe, hunting in the wind, chic and elegant, with a kind of invincibility and domineering in his eyebrows.
“This person observes the wild history and learns that the ancient oriental country has its glory and prosperity in the past. All parties come to congratulate and come from all directions, but after all, it is a wild history and should not be taken seriously.”
“However, looking at the East of today, poverty, backwardness, and the stupid and ignorant people of the country, it is really a barbarian state. This confirms that the prosperous ancient country of the East is a shameless child’s joke and a joke.”
The angel-level powerhouse from the Temple of Wind talked freely, with a deep disdain in his words, questioning the ancient history of the East, mocking the ancestors of the East, and calling the East the land of barbarians.
The anger of the oriental people present was aroused, and there was a gloomy breath in his heart, and he couldn’t rush to teach him how to behave. However, the other party is an angel-level creature, the existence of the pinnacle of force in this world, and they dare not speak, and feel aggrieved.
“Do not accept to fight. I will let you know what is Sick Dongfang.”
The angel-level creatures from the Temple of Wind opened their mouths, and with a wave of their palms, a god-level coercion swept toward the eastern camp.
The expressions of everyone in the Eastern camp changed drastically.
“so sad.”
Wang Xiaoyu showed an expression of pain, god-level coercion, which was not something she could bear.
Lin Feng was not affected at all. He glanced at the angel-level creature from the Temple of Wind and hummed, and Wang Xiaoyu felt relieved.
“This bastard is too disgusting.” Wang Xiaoyu scolded angrily.
“Venerable God level, it is really terrifying.” Wang Xiaocong said with a solemn expression.
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At this time, an indifferent voice sounded.
“History is fixed and cannot be changed. Are you so eager to whitewash and distort, are you afraid that people will know your own history of humiliation?”
Qinglong came to power slowly, neither rush nor impatient, neither humble nor overbearing.
“A person, not even dare to face it, is a sign of cowardice.”
He looked at the angel-level powerhouse from the Temple of Wind, and said: “You, I look down upon.”
The angel-level creature from the Temple of Wind sank, raised his head to recognize the Qinglong, and frowned:
“The patron saint of China, Qinglong.”
As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar.
Both the east and west camps looked at this man, he was extremely famous, and he was an insurmountable mountain in the minds of Eastern warriors, and an idol for countless people.
He was once the youngest martial arts master in China, and even the patron saint of China, killing one city by himself.
To the West, he is a nightmare and a demon.
When countless forces mentioned his name, they would tremble and call him an executioner.
The angel-level creatures from the Temple of Wind showed disdain, and laughed wildly: “Haha, it seems that the Eastern World has really fallen, and actually sent a Grandmaster-level to fight?”
The martial arts master, in the eyes of ordinary people, that is the pinnacle, an unattainable existence.
But in the eyes of God-level, it was an ant.
“Grandmaster? Not anymore.”
Qinglong smiled faintly, and his body shook, and a terrifying aura swept out, with a sharp and difficult aura that could cut everything.
The face of the angel-level creature from the Temple of Wind changed drastically:
“You, have you stepped into the angel level?”
The Eastern camp suddenly boiled and fryed the pot thoroughly.
Qinglong, the patron saint of China, has actually stepped into the god level?
This is definitely a booster, and everyone in the East is instantly confident.
Qinglong looked at the angel-level creatures from the Temple of Wind, and spoke lightly:
“Stop talking nonsense, come and fight.”
“Arrogant!”
The angel-level creatures from the Temple of Wind showed anger, and with a flick of their fingers, a wind blade cut through the void, and slew to the Qinglong with lightning speed.
The blue dragon blasted out with a punch, the blue light masterpiece turned into a fist mark, breaking the wind blade.
The next moment, the two charged at the same time, starting a fierce battle.
I have to say that the battle between god-level (angel-level) creatures is too terrifying. On the god-level battle platform, there are constantly big explosions, energy flying, the ground is broken, the rocks are flying, the wind is swept, it seems to be Tear the crystal mountain.
The two of you come and go, I don’t know how many rounds of collision.
“Blade of Fengshen.”
The angel-level creature from the Temple of Wind was injured and let out a roar. A cloud of blue light burst out of his body, which turned into a huge wind blade, like a heavenly sword, and slashed towards the blue dragon.
“Long Yin!”
The green dragon drank low, and the long sword on his back was unsheathed, and he let out a dragon chant. The moment it fell into his hand, the sword split out and turned into a blue sword energy, colliding with the blade of Fengshen.
boom!
A big explosion occurred on the battlefield of the god level, and a small mushroom cloud was born.
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