If he did not accept this beautiful gift, he would be punished by God.

Jun Qianxi sneered. Indeed, ten thousand years ago, they worked together to repel the heresy and could not close the crack in the space, so they could only seal it with a seal.

Ten thousand years later, under Qingshan's selfishness, half of the masters in the main god realm were lost. What's even more sad is that except for them, no one has reached the main god realm in ten thousand years.

The main god kept falling and there was no fresh blood to replenish it. Instead, their strength had not improved, but had retreated. Even she felt sad, let alone others.

"Xiao Xi'er, don't be sad!" Duanmu Ming hugged her in his arms and gently followed her back.

"Hide Lord, I didn't expect you to have such a gentle side?" The Heresy King was a little surprised, but after a moment he felt relieved. A man with feelings and bonds was no longer worthy of being his opponent.

Jun Qianxi calmed down the sadness in his heart and stared at the heretic king and said, "If you want me to give up this place, you are thinking about it! If you want to fight, you will fight!"

"Mr. Xi is right. If you want to fight, you can fight. Could it be that we are still afraid of these things that are neither human nor ghost?" The main gods were filled with indignation, and a strong sense of shame swept over their hearts.

"Hide Lord, do you plan so too?" The Heresy King ignored those people and was just a group of stupid humans.

Duanmu Ming looked calm, his thin lips curled up, and his bright starry eyes were filled with gentleness: "My Xier said to fight, then fight!"

"Okay, okay, I originally thought that as long as you are willing to give up this world, I will save you your life. Now it seems that I am self-indulgent!" The Heretic King exerted his hand and the cup was instantly crushed, "Since you are looking for death, I will send you to death!"

He took a step back and the eight guards around him immediately stepped forward.

"Big sister, little beast deals with one!"

"The soldier can deal with one!"

"Mr. Xi, we can deal with two!"

"Leave the rest to me!" Duanmu Ming rubbed Jun Qianxi's forehead, and everyone took a few steps forward without fear.

"I don't know what's up!" The Heresy King snorted coldly, and had no intention of interfering at all.

Jun Qianxi showed mockery in his eyes. The most unparalleled thing in this world is arrogance. In times of crisis, even the weak can kill the strong.

Soon, people from both sides took action.

The entire main god realm was shaking violently, and deafening loud noises kept echoing, and space cracks continued to appear, as if the entire space was about to collapse.

When Jun Qianxi saw the Heretic King take out another cup and drink leisurely, the light flashed in his eyes quickly.

Her body disappeared from the spot and flashed to the soldiers...

"Cute Xi'er, don't worry about the soldiers. He can't kill the soldiers..." A certain undead soldier has turned back into a skeleton soldier. There are three good skeletons. They are hard and can easily escape. The heretic guard is teased and almost crazy.

The two are of equal strength and no one can kill each other!

Jun Qianxi twitched his forehead: "Soldier, lead your undead army to the entrance. I want all heresy to be resurrected!"

Heresy can be resurrected after death, but after resurrection, there are weak periods. The length of the weak period is determined by the strength of the heretic. The stronger the strength, the shorter the weak period. Only by guarding at the entrance and killing the other party at the moment of resurrection is the kingly way.

The soldier did not refuse and ran away happily, picking up the bones that fell to the ground while running.
Chapter completed!