This is a big doubt.

Of course, first of all, it was because Lin Fan confirmed the identities of the gods.

Once again, the palm pressed down by this phantom was nothing more than that in his opinion, not worth mentioning.

Lin Fan did not shake his fist or draw his halberd. He just shot two beams of golden light from his eyes, breaking the palm that covered the world. After that, he shook his fingers and shot out a red light.

The phantom roared, as if it sensed a crisis and wanted to resist, but the result was useless. The red light was ruthless, killing him into a cloud of smoke and dispersing in the sky. At the same time, the star he was sitting cross-legged also turned into dust and disappeared in this field.

In the stars.

"Is it that simple?" Lin Fan frowned.

Why is he so weak despite being in the same starry sky as Thor?

"Dong dong."

The sky shook, and another phantom stood up. He dragged his long knife, which was ten meters long, and slashed his head like Lin Fan.

"Still too weak."

Lin Fan frowned, he couldn't believe it.

Is this still a disaster?

Why are these people so weak?

One punch and one kick can kill him to death, posing no threat to him.

The Chaos Suppressing God Bell rushed past, defeating both the long sword in Xu Ying's hand and his true form, and killed them to pieces.

In this way, Lin Fan picked out hundreds of phantoms in total, but there was no enemy in his hands.

It was really too weak. Lin Fan realized that even if he was only in the realm of dominance, he could kill these phantoms.

But gradually, Lin Fan's expression became serious because these shadows were getting stronger and stronger.

"What's going on?"

Lin Fan flew away a chain that was bound to him and roared.

This kind of jumping range was so terrifying, it was like jumping from the initial realm of domination to the peak of spirituality. It caught him off guard and almost caused him to bleed.

"Three thousand eras...the three thousand most powerful people all dominate in their respective eras."

At this moment, the phantom of the God of Thunder spoke. He seemed to appear, lifelike, like a living creature, with a smile on his face.

"What?" Lin Fan exclaimed: "Three thousand most powerful people?"

Thor nodded: "You can say so."

"No wonder!" Lin Fan understood.

Why are some people so weak able to appear here, sitting cross-legged on a big star, alongside the God of Thunder and others?

That's because they are all the strongest in their respective eras, and they are invincible in the nine heavens and ten places in the time and space they live in.

But the gap is too big.

"Don't think they are weak. It's just the limitations and restrictions of the world they live in, otherwise their achievements may not be lower than mine." Thor solemnly warned, saying: "Be in awe, maybe they will reappear one day. When the time comes, you

You will see a different scene."

"I understand." Lin Fan nodded.

At the same time, he had some guesses in his mind.

Someone once told him that the so-called gods are the strongest people in a certain era. They are invincible for nine days, so they are naturally called gods.

At this point, it seems that these words are not just empty talk.

The war began, and Lin Fan fought fiercely against three thousand of the strongest people in ancient and modern times, until he went crazy.

Of course, he was also miserable, covered in blood, with horrific blood holes everywhere, but he also killed too many enemies, thousands of them.

"You are very strong." A phantom said, and he actually sent out such waves.

"You are also very strong." Lin Fan said.

Xuying smiled: "Let's fight. This disaster is not a test from God, but we all want to try. Why can you be that person, but we can't."

Lin Fan frowned.

I can't understand the meaning of the words in this phantom's mouth.

"Xuanyu, you talk too much." Thunder God scolded.

"hehe."

This phantom was called Xuan Yu. After hearing this, he just smiled and with a clang, he pulled out a big sword. It was dark yellow. There were dark brown blood stains on the blade, and there were various kinds of horrors that had been slashed during the conquest.

Traces of cutting.

The two fought fiercely, using various tricks. Xuanyu was really powerful, and even cut off Lin Fan's head once. This made Xiao Nuo and others exclaim, thinking that Lin Fan had been robbed.

But in the end, Lin Fan's severed head flew back and healed instantly.

"I know you have all kinds of killing moves and magical skills, why don't you use them?" Xuan Yu asked.

"It's not necessary." Lin Fan said, and he struck out with his fists. These were the fists of the universe, which contained the ultimate principles and encompassed time and space.

Xuanyu was exploded, and with a joyful laugh, he disappeared into Fang Tianyu.

Lin Fan dragged his tired body and continued towards the next big star.

"Boom!"

An alms bowl flew out.

"Purple gold alms bowl?" Lin Fan shouted in shock!

He had seen this alms bowl before, and was told by Zi Jin that it was in his hand, and today he actually saw it again in the hand of a phantom.

Of course, this alms bowl is just a will, as if engraved by heaven and earth, and is not really the true body held by Zijinhou.

"The one from the Buddhist sect?" Lin Fan narrowed his eyes.

"Amitabha."

Sure enough.

"Why is this old bald donkey joining in the fun? He actually managed to hide this from me." The God of Thunder was furious.

"Are they all still alive?" Lin Fan whispered.

He felt that he had learned about another great mystery in the world today, that is, those famous people in ancient times may have never really died, but were still living in a certain corner of the world, but no one knew about it.

"Donor, don't worry, I will only use the power of God."

Lin Fan squinted and saw that the old monk who opened his mouth was indeed a majestic Buddha with a shining light. On his chest, there was a shining golden swastika, emitting brilliant light.

Being illuminated by this light makes people want to take refuge under it and become a novice monk.

"kill!"

Lin Fan roared, and Zhu Tian burst out with glowing light.

This old Buddha is really vicious and terrifying. His moves don't contain any fireworks, let alone murderous intentions. However, every move makes Lin Fan extremely uncomfortable. It is full of a weird power of transformation. Lin Fan almost came close several times.

Unable to control my original intention, I almost put down my butcher knife and wanted to become a part of the Buddha's light.

"Old bald donkey, you have crossed the line. You are not qualified to test the person chosen by this god."

The God of Thunder spoke and said coldly: "You did only use the power of God, but you have already exceeded that limit. You can't control it. That kind of Buddhist philosophy is everywhere and will affect him. This is unfair."

Lin Fan struggled.

This weird power was so terrifying. If he hadn't used the Heavenly Realm in a hurry and turned it into a talisman armor to wear on his soul, he would really have been robbed.

"Still not leaving? Do you want me to take action?" The God of Thunder scolded, pointing his scepter forward, and a terrifying and vast divine power filled the air.

"I'll leave now, poor monk." Old Buddha said, but before leaving, he still pressed down on Lin Fan.

A gigantic Buddha appeared in the clouds, and the palm of his hand pressed down, disrupting the time and space of ancient and modern times, and making Lin Fan roar.

But, in the end, Lin Fan roared!

This palm was actually not aimed at him, but through his tight defense, cutting off a certain slave mark in his good deeds.

"Old bald donkey, how dare you release my mount! I'll see you tomorrow and I'll take back today's humiliation from you!"

The slave mark he made with Zijinhou in his mind was actually disintegrated!
Chapter completed!