For thousands of years, Daluo had no enemies, and the immortal did not have to continue to fight like Odin's subordinates.

What can a thousand years change?

Fighting will.

Fighting skills.

And a passionate feeling.

There are so many things that time can change.

Even the God of War has not swung his sword for a hundred years.

The God of War, who was dragged into the crowd, waved his big sword unfamiliarly and slashed at the enemy's head.

But he still failed.

When Zhao Song saw this familiar face, this weak person not only did not feel happy, but instead felt a little sad.

Kunlun and Daluo, it’s time to destroy them.

Only destruction can bring about rebirth.

"Let's light incense, Shangyuan Jun!"

Zhao Song snatched the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and ignited the Tongtianxian.

The blood-colored dragon behind him brought him endless power. Eric and Isabel rushed out skillfully and stripped off the armor of the dead immortal outside.

However, when they turned around and wanted to go back, they were collectively stunned.

The master has obviously collected magical powers, and those puppets can be observed with their naked eyes.

Who knows it's just a blink of an eye.

They collected the armor, and there was a blank space behind them and nothing could be seen.

Where is the master?

Where is the puppet?

Why is everything gone?

The two looked at each other and touched the front, but in the end they saw nothing.

The Grandmaster is indeed gone.

Zhao Song didn't know that after he invited Yuan Jun, he was actually in another space.

Yuanjun appeared and said something to him with a smile.

The emotional level was so friendly, and Zhao Song didn't think Yuanjun was too friendly to him.

It's still the same!

When Yuan Jun looked at the so-called God of War with interest, he learned that he was Guan Yu, Yuan Jun's face was very magical.

Smiling but not smiling.

She obviously held her breath and didn't make herself laugh.

Unfortunately, I didn't succeed in this breath.

She may not have received professional training and doesn't know that no matter how funny the situation is, she should not laugh out loud in the end.

She failed to hold back her laughter, and she laughed "puff" and bent her back.

"Puff, you, you..."

Even if Yuan Junyi was knowledgeable and had no idea how to evaluate the God of War, she had to change her face and say, "Where did you find these opera singers from, you monkey?

Fortunately, I am the only one here, otherwise if Mr. Guan knew that he had become like this, he would have to take out his big knife and kill him for ten or eight yuan.

Forget it, forgot it, I know your filial piety, but now I am used to eating delicacies and asked me to eat these simple rice again, but I don’t love it anymore.

From now on, you don’t have to sacrifice these little things to me, just take care of them yourself.

However, there is an old saying that the ignorant person is not guilty. I didn’t say before that you offer sacrifices to me with kindness, and I can’t bear to feel cold to your filial piety.

In this way, I will give you a clear path.

Your qi and blood reach the five internal organs, and opening the palace is extremely important.

Don’t be greedy for too much, be greedy for too much.

Don't you have that eternal fire in your hand?

I will teach you a good thing. After you open the palace, you will refine the eternal fire and turn it into the fire god and stay in your Fire God Palace. In the future, you will be invincible to the enemy.

This eternal fire turns into the God of Fire, which is much better than opening several palaces for you in mediocrity."

After giving Zhao Song a tip, Yuan Jun left and left a decree.

It will not be of high quality in the future, so there is no need to sacrifice.

Zhao Song knew that it was over.

This kind of friendliness is not a side effect.

Yuan Jun's appetite became bigger after sacrificed to Changming and others. Yuan Jun had no appetite for ordinary demons.

Where did so many Fathers from this world ask him to sacrifice!

Zhao Song lamented, and the thick fog dissipated.

Seeing the God of War who was restrained by himself and was covered with flying swords all over his body, Zhao Song had no intention of refining it into a puppet.

No matter how skin is not boneless, the God of War has worn Guan Erye’s skin.

Such a person, the heroic spirit of Chinese loyalty and righteousness, was refined into a puppet, and Zhao Song could not make it.

Forget it, let it disappear, let’s be clean!

Zhao Song bent his fingers slightly, like a dragon sucking water. After absorbing it, the residue was thrown into the refining furnace and burned it clean.

From then on, there was a person who was not worthy of his name in this fairy with skin and bones.

After leaving, the other patrolling immortals realized that a large number of immortals came to the place where the God of War disappeared. Soon, King Yama also arrived.

Yixingxian looked at him nervously, afraid that he would say something: "I can't save him."

Fortunately, those words that were both ill and vital, were not said.

King Yama closed his eyes and felt it here for a long time, his face slightly happy.

"There are still some help."

He couldn't help but say, he brought people to the forging station and made people out of thin air.

In the air, a phantom of a person appeared faintly.

King Yama's face was even more happy.

There is a chance!

The other immortals were also excited.

They observe each other and think carefully.

It seems that being caught by the little thief is not sure of death. He thought that after being killed by the thief, the immortal would undoubtedly die.

Who knows that this is not the case? It seems that the thief has restrictions on killing people.

In this world, no one is afraid of death?

Immortals are also afraid!

The annihilation of the electric mother brought them endless fear, making them frightened.

After all, the other party seems to have a killer weapon, which can be completely annihilated. Who knows that when you look at it today, the other party is just like that.

At least the God of War can still be resurrected.

These immortals finally put nervousness and panic into their stomachs.

As for the rest of the warriors, no one wants to resurrect them.

Soon after, the Antarctic Immortal Man will sacrifice their bodies to produce peaches.

After the peaches come out, they will choose many excellent seed players to take the peaches.

After a large number of seed players mutate, there will always be some excellent varieties with smaller distortions to supplement the dead warriors.

Only a main god like the God of War can King Yama spend time and energy to resurrect the other party.

Who knew that when everyone was overjoyed and thought that this thief was in trouble and could not completely destroy the immortal.

King Yama's expression was frozen.

His hands frozen in mid-air.

"What's wrong?"

Queen Mother, who first discovered something was wrong, asked in a low voice.

King Yama did not speak. He did not believe in evil's ability to use his ability again, and a thin layer of light was shrouded in his hands.

The blue veins on his head were like earthworms, constantly squirming under his skin.

But no matter how hard he exerts, it is useless.

No matter how hard he tried, the shadow of the God of War was like a translucent shadow floating in the air.

Stop talking.

Even asking people to see their facial features is difficult.

When things came to this point, everyone could see that something was wrong.
To be continued...