Chapter 622 The death of Sun Wuyuan calls for the divine light)
"Why?" A middle-level real god looked at Sun Wuyuan with a smile, as if he had told a very ridiculous joke, "Why did you say?"
"He is really funny. Do you think we really have to obey him?" Another middle-level true god hugged his arm and looked at Sun Wuyuan helplessly, as if he was watching an idiot.
"We are of higher grade than you, but what did you do?! We just obeyed Lord Jiade to help you, but what did you do?!" Impatiently interrupted Sun Wuyuan who wanted to speak, "You have to figure it out clearly
What kind of identity are you! Don’t regard our indulgence to you as your capital, you don’t have that much capital yet!”
"We just obeyed Lord Jiade! We had to accommodate you before we found that kid, but now we have found this kid. You are completely worthless! So, we don't have to care about you at all. So, you go to die
"The other middle-level true god is even more direct. They have had enough of Sun Wuyuan. They are also well-known figures in the divine world, but Sun Wuyuan, who doesn't know what is good, even they dare to use it.
It’s okay to just use the command, but they even use the name of Lord Jiade to pretend to be powerful. This is the most unforgivable thing they can! So! They want to let Sun Wuyuan die!
What's more, they have found Yang Xuan now, and Yang Xuan's appearance has long been imprinted in their brothers' hearts, so they will not make mistakes at all.
Now that they found Yang Xuan, even if they killed Sun Wuyuan, I believe Lord Jiade would not punish them. On the contrary, they would reward them. Maybe no one would blame this matter. If you want to blame Sun Wuyuan, let him
He usually does not accumulate virtue, and is even more arrogant and domineering in being a god. Therefore, he blames all this. No wonder others!
"Haha! What kind of divine realm?! It's not the same. When you need you, you can hold you to the sky. When you don't need you, your temperament is like a piece of grass! I, Sun Wuyuan, have seen it clearly, you are all the same!
"Sun Wuyuan vomited blood in his mouth. The expression on his face was filled with despair. He never thought that he would encounter such a thing!
Is this the so-called fate?! Can you really believe in heaven?!
I looked up at the sky. It was foggy and had no clear colors, just like my state of mind at this moment. I remember when I was just like the gods, a god told me that I should let go of what I could not get.
At that time, I was in high spirits, so how could I listen to these words?
I also suspected that it was the god. I saw that I ascended to the divine realm at a young age and said this only when I was jealous of myself. It seems that this is not the case now, but now I can't go back. If I can do it again, I will definitely keep my low profile.
It will definitely not be as radical as it is now.
But I can't go back. Sun Wuyuan's eyes were a little wet as soon as he reached. He had never cried since he was sensible. Maybe, at this time, he was the last time in his life, right? Then just cry as much as he could? Maybe
.Never have another chance in this life.
The two median true gods looked at each other and hated Sun Wuyuan and the others from the bottom of their hearts. Whether it was his actions or his behavior, they seemed extremely unpleasant!
The God Realm has never been a place where sympathy exists. They have lived for such a long time. They have long seen through the so-called birth, old age, sickness and death. I believe that only the strength of power is the only reliance, no matter who it is to them, even if it is to them.
The suffocational leader, and so is Guardian.
They have never sympathized with anyone, because they have never been sympathized with. They have been struggling all the way to the present, and they have lived to this day by relying on their strength. People in the world think that after becoming a god, they will have supreme glory.
But they didn't know that becoming a god is actually a very cruel thing. The battles in the god world are far more tragic than those in the world. They only saw the glory of becoming a god, but did not see the difficulty of becoming a god.
Do they have different sympathy for Sun Wuyuan? No! They sympathize with him! So what if they just sympathize with him?
There is no need to be compassion. The two middle-level true gods looked at Sun Wuyuan together, and then took action tacitly. The tacit understanding that only tens of thousands of years has been formed. Therefore, Sun Wuyuan had no power to resist at all and was once again hit into the human-shaped hole.
, But this time, he never had the good luck as good as before, and this time, he closed his eyes forever.
The barrier above the ancestral land of the Liu'er Ling Monkey Clan completely collapsed, falling from the sky like scattered glass, and Sun Wufan's roar also came out: "Father!"
With the roar, Sun Wufan's figure flew towards the mountain where Sun Wuyuan was like a cannonball. How powerful the power of the gods was? The entire mountain was hit into pairs. Sun Wuyuan's body was like a broken doll.
Generally, it hangs on a towering tree.
Sun Wufan knelt blankly beside Sun Wuyuan. He could not imagine why his father, who was still energetic in the morning, was lying quietly in front of him at this moment, completely losing his anger!
"Get up! Didn't you say you want to unify the [Tian Demon Continent]?! Why is it falling now? Are everything you said lies?!?" Sun Wufan just felt that the sky had collapsed. He was Sun Wuyuan
After being trained by one hand, Sun Wuyuan even became a god several hundred years later in order to cultivate himself.
Since he was a child, he had instilled his dreams in himself, and even forced his dreams into his own. But now, for the sake of that damn dream, everyone is dead, so why are you still obsessed with?!
"Ah!" A sad cry resounded throughout the sky, and the members of the Liu'er Ling Monkey Clan couldn't help but shed tears.
"Let them go." Seeing that the two median true gods were about to take action again, Yang Xuan flashed and appeared in front of them.
"Cut the grass and don't eradicate the roots." A middle-level true god said to the gathered six-eared monkey tribe.
"Sun Wuyuan is dead, they can't make big waves." Perhaps this is the only thing he can do for Sun Wukong. Yang Xuan looked at the people of the Liu'er Ling Monkey Clan in the distance, thinking of his little apprentice
, said in a deep voice.
Another middle-level true god shrugged. They thought Yang Xuan was very strange. They could not see Yang Xuan's cultivation at all. Sun Wuyuan had told them before that Yang Xuan was just a tenth-level cultivator, but why could they not see Yang Xuan clearly.
What about the cultivation level? This is a very strange thing in itself.
How could a human monk escape their eyes with his cultivation level? But he did it!