In a hidden palace among the mountains of the Southern Desert, many old gods gathered here.

A hundred thousand miles away could kill the ancestor Xiaomang. With such strength, no old god would be afraid or afraid.

Fushen killed the ancestor Xiaomang and cut off the divine blood of the entire Xiaomang god clan, turning the dignified Xiaomang god clan into wild dogs.

This made them even more nervous.

Because they are all old, their life span is about to be exhausted, but their strength is not as good as that of the ancestor Xiaomang.

What should they do if they suffer from a burying injury?

If they die, what should their descendants do?

Zhujian Gods turned into pigs?

The Kunpeng God Clan turned into a fish?

The Bifang God Clan turned into a chicken?

This is something they absolutely cannot bear!

Therefore, after someone united, they stepped out of their respective temples and came to this southern desert.

Feng Wuji stood in the middle of the hall, bowing slightly, with a humble expression.

In his lower eyes, there was a deep and uncertain light.

He is the one who contacts many old gods.

He was almost shocked to death by the torch, but by chance, he worshipped a powerful master and obtained luck.

Not only did he break through the realm of enlightenment, but he also knew many secret magical methods.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I left the pass, I saw Fushen killing hundreds of thousands of miles of the sky with one sword, killing Xiaomang Ancestor and shocking the world.

Immediately, he realized that the wounded elder of the Jianmen was the biggest stumbling block for him to dominate the Ancestral Star.

Therefore, he decided to wander around many gods and unite with these old gods in panic.

Although these old gods are not as powerful as the Xiaomang God clan, they have soul soldiers of various tribes who unite together, but they are still a huge force.

Even the ancestor Xiaomang was a little afraid.

"Is Feng Wuji called this name?"

The old god of the Tianting God clan drooped his eyebrows and said slowly: "Tell me about your plan. If you dare to spend time with us, you know the consequences."

The old god was old, with a horse-like face and his ears hanging over his shoulders, and he didn't even look at Feng Wuji.

"Every seniors are all gods. Wuji's little Qi training man, so naturally I dare not deceive you."

Feng Wuji looked humble and said with a smile.

But there was a flame rising in my heart, and I wished I could immediately sacrifice the order given by my mysterious master Tu Yu to kill this old man.

But with the help of these old gods in this fashion, he could only hold back his patience.

"I have something to say and I have farts."

The old god of the Bifang god clan in a golden robe glanced at Feng Wuji, and his voice was old and sharp: "I thought there was something hidden behind you, but I didn't expect that there was only an ant like you."

The other old gods remained silent.

However, the old man from Zhujian God Clan smiled and said, "Don't worry, everyone, there is indeed a powerful man behind this Mr. Wuji."

"What's the use of a powerful person who can't take action?"

The old god of Tianting slowly raised his head and looked at Feng Wuji, saying, "That human god is too powerful. If you want to trick me into coming forward and die, it will be impossible."

The other old gods also nodded slightly.

Although they have lived for a long time, it does not mean that they are impatient.

On the contrary, they are more afraid of death than anyone else.

Otherwise, a few years ago, the hidden injuries were blocked directly into the door and they would not take action.

There is nothing else. Once you take action, you will be killed if you are injured and you will die.

And they died, and their ethnic group could not exist.

"call!"

Feng Wuji took a deep breath.

When he went there with the order of his master, these old gods should be as respectful as possible.

But once you know that your master will not take action, your attitude will change drastically.

These old guys!

He cursed in his heart, but his face remained silent, saying, "Do you know the Evil-Breaking God Emperor?"

"The Evil-Repelling God Emperor!"

Many old gods were shocked, and all opened their eyes and looked at Feng Wuji.

The Evil-Repelling God Emperor!

The overlord of the ancestor star 50,000 years ago!

He is a champion in the world and is as powerful as the ancestor Xiaomang. He was just a lackey under his position back then!

It is naturally impossible for them to not know.

Of course, most of them had never seen the God Emperor.

"What do you want to do when you mention the Evil-Breaking God Emperor?"

The old god Tianting's narrowed eyes suddenly opened, but he was one of the few gods among the people who had seen the God of Evil-Breaking God.

Although the God Emperor of Victory is called Victory, his person is very evil.

Back then, he used the horn to ward off evil spirits to trigger the battle between gods and demons. I don’t know how many gods and demons were slaughtered!

Among them, there are even powerful people of the Divine Marquis level!

Although it is said that he is dead, many old gods always feel that he is not so easy to die.

The reason why the ancestor Xiaomang got up was that there was this hidden worry.

"Although the family master cannot take action, his order can awaken the evil-proof God Emperor and influence him, allowing him to fight with Fushen!"

Feng Wuji slowly stood up, as if Zhizhu was holding it, and said leisurely:

"Although the Fushen is not the God Emperor, his sword killing the ancestor Xiaomang shows his strength. Although the evil-Baring God Emperor will not be fully prosperous after he is resurrected, with the help of my master, it is enough to kill the Fushen."

"We want to revive the evil god emperor!"

Many old saints looked at each other and took a breath.

"Haha! In order to kill one tiger, you attract another tiger? Feng Wuji, Feng Wuji, you don't know what kind of existence the God Emperor of Evil Viagra is!"

The old god of the Tianting clan sneered and said, "Just relying on your order from Master Dog Skin, I want to control a God Emperor?"

If the gods are ordinary people, the gods are the marquis of the gods, and the gods are the emperors of the gods!

Even in the Divine Court, they are all strong people!

It would be a joke for an ant who is not even a god to control a divine emperor with an order.

Feng Wuji was furious and wished he could strangle this old stick to death.

"Wuji, you used an imperial edict to suppress and refine this old thing, just to make you a god!"

Suddenly, a silent voice rang in Feng Wuji's mind: "I'll send you a few more orders to you later."

"Master."

Feng Wuji reported in his heart: "Disciple understands."

Seeing Feng Wuji stuttering slightly, the old god from the clan sneered that day and shook his head.

Suddenly, Feng Wuji chuckled, took out a golden order and said, "If the old god doesn't believe it, why not try it yourself?"

"you!"

Tianting Lao Shen raised his eyebrows and a look of anger flashed across his face.

Just as he was about to speak, Feng Wuji had already released the order!

boom!

In an instant, golden light illuminated the entire hall, and a thick and low voice sounded:

"town!"

Say the truth and follow it!

The moment the sound came out, all the old gods in the hall felt their bodies tremble slightly, and the space around them seemed to have turned into iron plates, with overwhelming force pressing on them.

Can't move at all!

The old god who heard the clan was shocked that day, but under this voice, he couldn't even think about it, let alone exerting supernatural powers.
To be continued...