Crunch!

The door to the Pope's Palace was kicked open by Ding Li.

He thought he was being greeted by some big move, but Ding Li found that the Pope's Palace was empty, not even a single figure.

"Hey, Itia, come out and play with me!"

Ding Li shouted at the top of his voice.

The sound echoed continuously in the spacious and empty Papal Palace.

Itia seems not to be in the papal palace.

Are you afraid of yourself?

impossible!

As the Pope of the Holy Realm and a strong man who wants to become a god, Itia will never be afraid of trouble.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

There was a burst of sneer coming from nowhere.

Ding Li saw Itia wearing papal robes walking out of the darkness.

The opponent's body is filled with an extremely overbearing small universe fluctuation, which spreads out with the opponent as the center, becoming more domineering and domineering than before.

That is a small universe with the peak of the eight senses.

It can be seen that Itia has also adjusted himself to his peak condition and is ready for battle.

"You actually have a golden holy robe?"

Itia looked at the holy clothes on Ding Li's body, and his voice was full of confusion: "What on earth is going on?"

Ding Li shrugged his shoulders. This unnamed Golden Saint Clothes microcosm was very active and perfectly matched with his own microcosm. He was ready to go all out.

Itia looked at Ding Li: "You must be the disaster star that befell the Holy Land."

"Ha, you really know my identity."

Ding Li did not hesitate and mocked: "Itia, are you still sure you can beat me now?"

Itia snorted coldly: "I have suspected your identity from the beginning. I didn't kill you directly. I just wanted to see what tricks you were playing!"

Itia's expression was indifferent, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Where did you learn those Saint Seiya tricks?"

"Which zodiac sign are you, the Golden Saint?"

"Which zodiac sign am I, the Golden Saint?"

Naturally, Ding Li couldn't reveal his golden finger, so he simply said nonsense: "To tell you the truth, I am really not a Golden Saint."

"nonsense!"

Itia looked in disbelief: "You are wearing the Golden Saint Cloth and using the moves of the Golden Saint. You actually say that you are not a Golden Saint?"

"Ha, you don't understand this."

"I am the God of Gold in the Sanctuary, the future husband of Athena, the Lord of the God Realm, and countless goddesses have given birth to me, ahem..."

Ding Li's acting skills are in full swing and his expression is proud.

"Nonsense? Your husband of Athena!"

Itia roared, his eyes were split open, and the expression on his face was twitching, obviously angry.

"You also say that you are the God King, and only I can become the God King!"

Yes, itia will become the God King and will change the world ruled by gods.

"After hundreds of years of jihad, I have long been tired of jihad. Fighting back and forth, the people who die will eventually be human beings."

"The gods are playing chess, and we are the pawns."

"I don't want to be a chess piece, I want to be the one playing chess!"

His crazy voice echoed in the spacious papal basilica, with unparalleled fury.

"Hmm, playing chess is not as serious as you think."

"You may have lived too long and your thinking has become rigid."

Ding Li rolled his eyes.

In this mythical world, there is an unimaginable gap between humans and gods, which is almost insurmountable.

It's like two completely different life forms, one is born superior, immortal, and masters the laws of divine power, while the other reincarnates in the dust forever and is as humble as an ant.

A mere third-level god can seize the head of a golden saint. Currently, there are not many golden saints in the sanctuary who can restrain a third-level god.

Not to mention the second level gods like the twin gods of death and sleep.

After becoming a god myself, I also felt the insurmountable distance.

Gods and humans are really two different types of creatures.

Not even in the same dimension.

Itia has experienced several holy wars, and must have seen enough of the scenes of the Golden Saints being killed.

Only then will you want to become a god.

Become a chess player in the true sense.

Even if the Golden Saint has understood the eighth sense, he is still at a huge disadvantage when facing God.

Itia is the pinnacle of the eight senses.

He must be very eager to become a god.

After all, he is only one step away from God.

In order to let Athena take maternity leave, in order to repair this distorted timeline.

Ding Li plans to forcefully straighten out the bent plot today!

"Itia, you have gone crazy."

Ding Li shook his head slightly and was about to take action.

"How dare you question my authority, Itia!"

Itiya Xufa shouted: "Ding Li, let's change the place to fight, go to the extraterritorial space!"

He suddenly smiled and suggested: "I don't want to destroy my palace. Let's see who is the real winner next time."

"No, I will destroy you here and crush you into dust."

Ding Li opened his mouth and remained unmoved.

He suddenly said: "The small universe in your body is extraordinary. It seems to be quite similar to some kind of missing body."

"So...go to hell!"

Before he finished speaking, Ding Li came behind Itia and punched out directly, penetrating the opponent's body.

There was no bright red blood in the opponent's body.

The body gradually collapsed under the impact of the small universe.

It is indeed a missing person.

The thought body is a substitute made by the small universe, the power of thought, and the mental power of the caster.

This kind of missing body has a certain combat power of the original body, and for Ding Li, it is just a punch.

"Itia is not in the Pope's Palace, then she is in the Temple of the Goddess!"

Ding Li quickly left the Pope's Palace.

In the Temple of the Goddess.

The golden apple is ripe and exudes heart-stopping fluctuations.

"Is this the fluctuation of divine power?"

Itia was wearing the Libra Golden Saint Cloth and couldn't help but exclaimed in the end.

Yes, this is the power he dreams of.

I have been stuck at the peak of my eight senses for hundreds of years.

He understood that above the eight senses was the divine realm.

But there is an opportunity missing.

The opportunity is right in front of us now.

This is a God-given opportunity, a miracle created by the two goddesses working together.

It is also the fruit of victory that he has been planning for so long.

At this moment, Shaozhi's face was as pale as paper, but she was still very awake.
To be continued...