Above Lion Lane, countless dark mirrors intertwined, creating a perfect and independent "world"!

Qin Ye’s [Summer] no longer expands, but condenses and condenses, locking Song Ci and himself together. There are countless layers of mirrors, each layer seems to be close, but in fact, it is a huge distance between the two feet away.

"…The Lord God has replied."

On the other hand, the Iron Throne reappeared. Tiewu sat on the throne, harnessed the torrent of steel, and defeated Song Ci's desperate attack again and again with the lowest cost of divine power.

Tiewu held the token tightly and said with a serious expression: "Mr. God's throne... is ready to perform the 'God'."

"God is here?"

Qin Ye, whose expression remained unchanged for many years, was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that the Baccarat Lord would want to come to see most of them in person.

[Apostle] Carrying the will of the throne of God and walking in the five continents is essentially the spokesperson of God... The token is a channel for the spread of the will of God.

"God's coming" is a more real arrival of will.

The unparalleled powerful spiritual power of the throne establishes a link with the human body through "fire" and "tokens". If the [Apostle] willingly sacrifices his body as a bridge carrying the will of the gods, then he can cross the distance of space and come here in person.

certainly.

The extraordinary source and body energy that God needs to consume every second are huge.

Once God comes, the [Apostle] who serves as a carrier may be really drained or die.

But there was no fear on Tiewu's face, but instead a smile appeared. He was chosen by the Lord God and as the carrier of God's arrival, which was an extremely glorious thing.

The words just said hello to Qin Ye...

“…I’m ready.”

Tie Wu, who was sitting on the Iron Throne, took a deep breath.

He is ready to burn out.

As long as the will of the God's throne arrives.

Then he believed that no matter what kind of enemy it was, it would be eradicated in an instant, and there would be no accident. Dadu, Nagano, the entire Dongzhou... will all crawl at the feet of Lord Baccarat!

...

...

“Something is wrong.”

Zhou Jiren stared at the battle in the air, and he suddenly frowned.

It was not just Zhou Jiren who felt something was wrong.

"There is a very strange aura..."

Gu Zhi raised his head, and the ice chips attached to his body actually fell off one after another.

Originally, frost and snow were surrounded by his body, but at this moment, these snowflakes were no longer under his control...

Zhou Jiren raised his hand with a gloomy expression. The holy wood rose up instantly, broke through the roof, and opened a passage with the ground. He tried to turn the holy wood into an extremely strong thick shield to wrap everyone down.

But what is terrible is that the sense of the Holy Wood actually failed at this moment.

After the wildly growing vines broke through the ridge, they twisted into shield walls, but did not gather further.

“My abilities… are limited.”

Zhou Jiren murmured, "Is this... God's coming?"

In the field wrapped by countless dark mirrors in the sky, a purple glow exploded, like a star suddenly cracking, a ray of light spreading in a circular shape. It looked like this momentum was covering dozens of miles, but this purple glow hovered 1,000 meters away, covering only half of the field [Summer].

Song Ci, who burned the token and attacked with all his strength, saw the bursting glow as soon as possible.

He didn't mean to stop at all.

After the divine power was infused, he felt that his body seemed to have become a hot sun pump furnace, burning wildly every moment, and the instinct of being submerged by divine power in his heart told him... If there was no token, it would take only a moment for his extraordinary source substance to be squeezed dry by this combustion.

But fortunately, that token provides itself with inexhaustible energy.

So he seemed to have really become an omnipotent "God" and could do anything he wanted.

His spirit has never been so full.

His fighting spirit has never been so high!

But... he was just [Apostle] after all, this token was just a borrowed power of God.

His punch beyond the speed of sound was as if he was trapped in a mud at the moment when the purple glow exploded. It was not because he wanted to retreat or close his punch, but because a powerful force came, and even the space seemed to be frozen.

Because the power of the divine on the token is still burning.

So Song Ci can still move forward "slowly".

The core of the body, the sun pump furnace, burned countless light and heat, supporting him to punch the Iron Throne with all his might...

When she was swinging her fist, Song Ci felt as if she had an illusion.

Iron Wu's face on the Iron Throne was shrouded in purple glow, and it was so blurred that it was unreal.

Song Ci saw a holy boy.

Lilac curly hair, a light smile on his face, a moon-white robe, and his facial features are as perfect as a carved artwork in the hands of a craftsman.

The bursting fist wind shattered and broke in the air.

It was broken with the dark [Summer] mirror.

Wherever the eyes of the Baccarat were, all the extraordinary power in their sight was removed, and only air and wind were left in the whole world to flow freely, and Gu Nanfeng's [Lanqi] was no exception.

This is a pure and pure land.

The apostle Qin Ye stood respectfully and humbly beside the Iron Throne and whispered: "Sir God... You are here."

The body characteristics of the boy in the moon white robe appeared very inconsistently on Tie Wu. This is a superposition state, and a large amount of extraordinary source substances are extracted, extracted, and then condensed from the muscles and bones.

This is an inevitable result of "God's coming".

High-level living organisms, if they put their will downward, will most likely assimilate their body structure... In fact, this is not a good thing for [Apostle], because this transformation will only cause harm to oneself. When God is about to end and the consciousness of [Apostle] returns to the body, these transformations are irreversible.

In a sense, this is a failed evolution.

If it were not forbidden to force it, the Baccarat did not want to use "Divine Advent". It is not easy to find an excellent apostle. He did not want Tiewu's body to collapse first... So at the first time when the will came, the Baccarat dispersed his mental power.

Just as... I met the Prophet in the Tower of Source.

The areas covered by purple glow were all pulled into the spiritual world.

Time in the real world is released extremely slowly.

This is a spiritual meeting.

A drop of water fell from the cloudy dome above the cloudy dome.

The drop of water slowly drifted towards the ground—

The Baccarat extended his palm to Song Ci.

His palm penetrated the void.

It also penetrated Song Ci's body.

Five fingers were directly embedded in Song Ci's eyebrows and grabbed the burning token emblem.
Chapter completed!