721 Past events of the Gods

To put it bluntly, the saint of the gods is just a spiritual pillar of the people of the gods. It has long lost its original purpose.

"What's your expression? Am I wrong?"

The old man was angry that Luo Bing couldn't get into the salt. It would be fine if he was an ordinary son of god. However, he was a contemporary god king. A generation of god kings did not value the saint. It would definitely be a disaster for the gods.

"You are right." Luo Bing looked up at the empty temple around him and said meaningfully: "But the ancestor. The temple is empty."

The temple is empty, so the saint is naturally gone.

The old man's heart was trembling. Sure enough, has the world changed? If the gods have no saint, is it still called the gods?

"Where is the current gods gaining a foothold? How many people are there?" the old man asked in a trembling voice.

"After the ancestors left their ancestral land, they wandered in the starry sky for some time. Finally, they found a big star suitable for our tribe to live in, named Kunlun. The gods settled down there." Luo Bing said: "After so many years of management, it was the only one that was suitable for our tribe to live in.

, Now there are hundreds of millions of people from the Gods in Kunlun Realm.”

"Billions of people from the Gods?"

After hearing this, the old man was very frightened. Of course, he could hear that the so-called billions were not accurate quantifiers, but an endless adjective. You should know that in that great disaster, the total number of seeds of the gods they sent out was only a few.

Qianhaozi. Has this been developed so much?

"Old ancestor must know why our clan was relocated?" Luo Bing took the opportunity to ask.

"Of course there is a reason to move." The ancestor seemed to be trapped in the past that was unbearable to look back on, and said sadly: "A disaster came to this world at the beginning. When my gods fought back, the saint burned her divine character.

Only then can we prevent the disaster from being suppressed under the golden sea of ​​gold."

Disaster? Suppression?

Luo Bing immediately grabbed these two conjunctions.

It is a disaster, not a disaster. The former belongs to man-made disasters and is among the resistant ones, while the latter belongs to natural disasters and is majeure.

It is to suppress, not to eliminate disasters, that is, the disaster that allows the gods to fight back still exists. Just under their feet, the bottom of the golden crow.

"What the hell is that?"

"Black Demon!" The ancestor of the gods said almost gritted his teeth: "That is a group of pickled things from the outside world, and they are the nemesis of my gods."

Black Demon? This is the race that Luo Bing first heard of.

"So, not only is the suppression of the black demons under the Golden Crow Sea, but there may be their kind in the outer world?" Luo Bing said.

"It's not that there is, but that there is definitely. It's just to save trouble, so when I sent away those thousands of gods, the saint told them that they could not mention the name and origin of the enemy no matter what."

No wonder he searched through his ancestral homes and could not find the reason why the gods moved out of their ancestral land. It turned out that this is the case with the so-called migration of the clan. When the tribe retaliated, he could only suppress the enemy under the Sun God Tree.

He really couldn't imagine how strong the enemy was?

"Is that black demon really that powerful?"

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in the strength of his ancestors, he just wants to try his best to understand the situation of the enemy. The enemy still exists, right? Maybe they will encounter it again.

"Strong?" After suffering all the hardships, how could he admit that the enemy is powerful? He sneered: "Do you think the maggots in the shit pit are powerful?"
Chapter completed!