There was a bang in my ears.

A barrier of insects descended in front of her, blocking the harsh whip for her.

She looked up and saw several lights and shadows falling from the sky. They were all wearing crowns and bells of fortune around their waists. The insect barrier that blocked her fatal blow was one of the lights and shadows.

"Lord Jiuling!" the two little gods shouted in unison.

She was in a daze for a moment. When she looked again, Jiuling and the two little gods had disappeared.

"It's going too fast, but it's a dead end in the end." He twirled his hands as if to catch up.

"Wu Ming." Zi Mo stopped him.

"I'm not nameless." He said calmly, then he seemed to remember something and said carefully: "I was about to be seriously injured at that time, why did you save me?"

Zi Mo thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of a suitable answer. She really just saved him casually and had no other thoughts. If she had to say something, she just liked him. Unexpectedly, her silence triggered another argument.

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"The gods are cunning. If the gods hadn't planned an ambush that day, I wouldn't have fallen into danger and fallen into the barrier. As for you and me, we were naturally part of the conspiracy. You are just a useless god who doesn't want to make progress.

How do you get close to me on a daily basis?

Zi Mo chuckled. He had been outside the world for thousands of years, and this was the first time he heard the word "Destroy God" from someone else's mouth.

"Wu Ming, I've never seen you, let alone who you are," Zi Mo said easily, "There's no reason. I've had you live in this mountain for thousands of years. I think I brought you back casually. If

If he is saved, I will have a companion and I will not be so lonely. If he is not saved, it would be better. I am not far from death. If we go on the road together, I will not be alone."

After hearing this, he came over with great interest, narrowed his eyes and praised her: "You are really a waste."

"Since you want to die so much, and you saved me that day, I naturally want to repay your kindness. Why don't I take you back to the Ghost Realm and throw you into the furnace to refine your soul. In this way, you will be considered a worthy death. It is worse than being a Sacrifice ghost. I will let the disciples in the ghost realm worship you properly, so that you, a useless god, can also taste the taste of worship."

She couldn't be beaten in this state, and it seemed like she couldn't escape if she ran. She hurt her leg just now when the mud and sand filled the air, and now it started to hurt, "Wu Ming, you..."

"I am not Wuming." He picked up the small wooden altar that rolled under the jade steps and crushed it into powder in an instant. He said coldly: "There is no Wuming in the world, only the Lord of the Ghost Realm who overthrew the gods——

Yan Song."

"Go faster, don't play tricks, don't wait, I can kill you at any time." Yan Song wanted to take her back to the ghost realm, but he stood far away from her, looking like he didn't like anyone.

The cold fire in his hand flickered in and out, and his two eyes were hidden in the fireworks so that they could not be seen clearly.

Zi Mo took two steps and felt like someone was staring at her. Taking another two steps, she felt even more uncomfortable. She looked at Yan Song in the distance with an even more arrogant attitude, ignoring everyone and waiting.

In a hurry, he pulled out a few open flames and burned them everywhere. It was better to remain anonymous.

The faster Zi Mo wanted to walk, the more she stumbled. When the wind and sand filled the sky, she accidentally bumped into the jade steps and her legs hurt badly. Now she has to walk on her own, stumbling back and forth in the black ashes if she's not careful.

"You are really useless. I used magic to pick fruits before, but I almost split the tree before the fruit was picked. Even if my magic power is low, my body is weak now. You can ascend to god and you are simply a scum among your gods. Kill you and me.

I feel embarrassed." Yan Song frowned.

As long as you ascend to the level of a god, no matter whether the god is strong or weak, his soul will not be classified into different grades. Whether it is refining or making medicine and making magic weapons, the effect will be the same. Thinking about it from another angle, with her weak appearance, he should

What a joy, there is no need to spend a lot of effort to catch her, what a bargain. Zi Mo thought to himself.

"I haven't been like this for a day or two, you should know..." Zi Mo suddenly thought of Wu Ming again, that good boy who never laughed at her and even always helped.

"I have retreated from the world for thousands of years. I have been forgotten, disliked and not worshiped. It is normal for me to have low magic power and weak body. In fact, if I count the days, I should have disappeared and ceased to exist."

"You have lived longer than me, and you have no skills at all. No wonder you were forced into the mountains by your kind." Zi Mo smiled and said nothing. If you don't have the skills, you don't have the skills. She has already had everything she deserves.

Finally following her, the man in front suddenly slowed down, so she stood still and stretched her legs. When she noticed Yan Song again, he had a short whip with a flower head in his hand. Yan Song whispered

I patted it a few times thinking about something, and the flower-headed whip took root and sprouted like it came alive, until it covered the sky and hung in the air.

Zi Mo never imagined that she was actually hung on a whip.

The whip flew very fast, and the clouds and mist slapped her face carelessly. The mist seeped into her sleeves and dripped down the hem of her clothes. When she encountered an unexpected big turn, her back half was hanging in the air.

The tail of the whip struck her body. Although the blows were not painful, the coldness mixed with the water vapor was like pouring buckets of cold water on her body.

The little King of Hell is indeed not a good person.

Zi Mo felt unhappy when she saw Yan Song sitting on the whip with a calm look on his face. As an ancient god, he had lived for nearly ten thousand years, had thousands of people praying to him and was sitting in a high hall. What kind of honor and treatment had he never experienced before? Yet he was treated like this before he died.

.If she had known this, she would have taken advantage of him while he was still unknown and tied him up for a few days and nights. She thought angrily.

I don’t know how long I flew, but the clouds gradually darkened, and most of the sky was dark in an instant. The whip was obviously not flying as fast as before, and it seemed that it had lost its direction in the darkness. In the end, I don’t know what blocked the way. Flower Whip

He swayed from side to side, as if looking for a way out of the darkness.

Zi Mo tapped the ring spirit on his arm, and dozens of spirit moths immediately emanated from it. They shone with spiritual light and danced around Zi Mo. Wherever the spirit moths touched, a small patch of spirit moths appeared in the darkness.

of glimmer.

The flower whip galloped across from the lower left side with all its strength, but suddenly stopped moving halfway through. It quickly changed direction and moved forward again, but it could no longer fly. Yan Song stood up from the whip and looked in front of him.

This darkness.

It was so dark ahead that she couldn't see what it was. It looked like a huge door. Suddenly, a little golden light flashed in front of Zi Mo's eyes. With the light of the spirit moth, she saw three golden pillars lying across her eyes.

It was these three huge golden pillars that blocked the way. The pillars were densely printed with runes, which looked like some kind of ritual.

Why does this look familiar? Zi Mo always feels familiar but can't remember it.

In front of him, Yan Song seemed to be very dissatisfied with Hua Bian's hesitation, "I've been useless for the past few months, but I can't even lead the way, and I can't even make progress with any small skills." Yan Song was talking about his magic weapon,

In a daze, Zi Mo thought he was talking about her. When she realized it, she couldn't laugh or cry. In just one day, she was scolded by the Little King of Hell several times for "waste". Now when she heard the word "waste", she automatically substituted it.

Yan Song jumped into the air and raised his foot to rub against the flower whip, causing the whip to swing from side to side. Zi Mo was also hurt by it. It was already uncomfortable enough to be fluttering in the wind and rain, but the little King of Hell kicked her in the five organs.

The six internal organs are about to fly out, and the old arms and legs are not shaking anymore.

Fortunately, the spirit moth protector stabilized her body and prevented her from falling in mid-air. Little Hell may have forgotten that there was a person hanging under the whip, or he wanted to throw her to death. Zi Mo was hanging in mid-air, staring at

Yan Song, who suddenly exerted his strength, was scolded.

Yan Song flew up to the sky, and then glanced at the golden pillars blocking the way, and he was about to destroy them with a raise of his hand.

"Don't act rashly!" Zi Mo interrupted.

"That's a summoning formation. Once it is broken open by external force or brute force, neither you nor I can survive. Did you see the golden runes on the pillars? When they turn red and fall off from the pillars, then they will turn into seal arrows.

But it is even more terrifying than being pierced by thousands of arrows, no matter the gods or ghosts, it will be tortured until even the fragments of the soul are left."

At first she didn't recognize the formation. She felt it was vaguely familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before, but she couldn't tell what was different. When she got closer and took a closer look, she saw that it was a formation from the clumsy runes and patterns.

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However, the God Recruiting Array is used to attract gods from different places. It is mostly used for newly ascended little gods to gain experience from their predecessors or for believers to attract gods to pray for blessings. In the past, she was the one who was most frequently recruited in the God Recruiting Array, Zi Mo.

I can still vaguely recall the scene when she was invited to travel around the world to teach new gods.

"Don't always think of using brute force to solve problems. I have seen countless gods accidentally break into the divine summoning formation and then their souls were dispersed and their spirits were destroyed. You cannot force yourself to have the skills to break the formation."

"Then do you know how to break the formation?"

"Of course I know," Zi Mo said truthfully, "If you want to break the formation, you only need to agree to a small condition.

After she reminded her, Yan Song looked at her twice.

She saw Yan Song's look as he glanced over. It couldn't be said to be cold and frosty, but more like a strange suspicion, as if she had told an inappropriate joke.

Yan Song turned around and didn't relax at all in his palm movement.

"Don't use brute force!" she shouted: "You are asking for death!"

He glanced at Zi Mo, swung out his palm, snapped his fingers in his ears, and with a touch of his fingertips, Jin Zhu...

……Cracked.

It actually cracked.

Yan Song looked at her contemptuously.

It seems that Little Hell's magic power is deeper than she thought.

This magic circle has trapped dozens of gods at least. He broke it as soon as he said it, and even if he broke it, he did it so easily, with almost no effort. It's a pity that such a strong person is currently against the gods.

If he were a god, he would be able to protect many, many believers.

A crack snaked downwards from the sunken place, and soon the golden pillars and runes were broken into pieces. Thousands of pieces of debris slid down Zimo's skirt. At the same time, the darkness dissipated, and the world seemed to be newly opened.

That restored daylight.

Yan Song landed on the flower whip, tilted his head to expel the whip and accelerated forward.

When the darkness dissipated, she actually fell downwards along with the golden fragments. According to this falling speed, she would be bruised and bloody when she landed, and her consciousness would be shattered.

Although she is a god and the oldest ancient god, she is just a remnant god with only a ray of consciousness at the moment. She cannot use the flying technique at all. What should we do?


Chapter completed!