Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 3526 There are eleven more strong ones

When the three hermits were rescued covered in blood, the three continents of the divine world fell into a long period of suffocation. Everyone felt as if their throats were strangled, their hearts were clenched, their eyes were black, and they could not see the future.

The Hermit represents the top combat power in the God Realm. Now he has been defeated and almost lost his life.

The evil green evil spirit has filled the ocean and completely divided the three continents. The freezing cold chills one's heart to the bone. There are sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling full of resentment. The evil spirit has swallowed up many islands and no sound can be heard anymore.

A strong person who has practiced a special pupil technique, she has snow-white hair, a beautiful face, bright red eyes, and a faint aura of death permeating her body. She said solemnly:

"I saw a suspended island, about three thousand meters in diameter, which had withstood wind and rain without falling. Now, it seemed as if it had suddenly passed through tens of millions of years and was collapsing into pieces of soil."

Bai Hai, the ancient believers who once appeared in the Mist Mountains, did not know the name of Remidios, but only worshipped the purest life.

They now clasped their hands together, knelt on the ground, and prayed to the stone statue of the angel in an embracing posture. Their expressions were extremely pious, and the sound of the prayers was filled with an indescribable sense of sacredness.

"The hermit was defeated. What did they encounter in there? There must be something strange. Moreover, the gods may not have many cards left." The village chief with a peaceful face is now full of worries.

Just as the people of the God Realm were in a panic, restless emotions were spreading, and they were praying to the heavens and the earth, the Misty Plateau erupted with a force that shook the heavens and the earth. In an instant, the faces of the people changed color, and a vortex flashing with thick thunder condensed in the sky.

The figure of the Goddess of Mist is extremely blurry, with vague outlines. No one can see her true appearance under the mist. They can only guess from her fluttering hair and skirt that her figure and appearance must be extremely graceful, like a clear cloud in the sky, which can only be viewed from a distance.

"God of Mist, don't fight with him. He is waiting for you." Kelton coughed out a mouthful of bright red blood. He had discovered some secrets during his fight with the Demon King. This was a trap.

However, the speed of the God of Mist was faster than he could shout. He raised his jade hand and pointed his finger at the evil spirit. In an instant, beams of black light were like artillery fire, dense and dense, turning into torrential rain and falling from the sky, exploding with huge impacts in the evil spirit.

The God of Mist continued to press forward. The endless mist quickly condensed beside him and turned into crystal chains of light, filled with chilly air. The crisp sound of collisions resounded throughout the God Realm, like chains of punishment hung down from heaven, the wrath of God, and it also smashed towards the evil spirit.

In a series of almost violent bombings, the ocean of demonic energy that had not even been torn apart in the picture of civilization actually had a huge hole dented, revealing the already pitch-black sea water and a vague figure wrapped in black aura.

"So strong, her condition is more perfect than we thought."

Kelton and Ergon were both extremely surprised. The last time they saw the God of Mist take action was when he sealed the monsters into the land of chaos. The gods fought together in this great battle. Now, after a long period of time, the God of Mist was obviously even more powerful.

Ergon has regained his giant squirrel form, looking at the God of Mist from afar, remembering when the God of Mist had fallen into a state of ignorance before, in his deepest memory he couldn't even see who the enemies were, some of them were severely injured before they were beaten.

"The origin of the God of Mist hides a more terrifying secret. Ye Lin told me about it. Terra, the man-made god, I still only partially understand it."

In short, there are eleven beings as powerful as the Mist God? !

At a level that ordinary people cannot see, the faith in the God of Fog has become heavier. Droplets of water condense into a majestic river. The power of faith blesses the God of Fog's fighting power in an irresistible manner, adding a hazy and sacred ring to the fog surrounding her body.

The people in the divine world were also surprised and shouted loudly. Their belief in the fog god, which was described in many legends, finally showed its power to protect the divine world before their eyes for the first time.

The Goddess of Mist walked towards the evil spirit with a force stronger than that of the Hermit. Not only was she looking for the location of the Demon King, she was also trying to tear apart the ocean of evil spirits, expel the evil spirits with her own mist, and restore the clarity of the world in the divine realm.

Then, silently, a dazzling "sun" appeared above the head of the God of Mist, shining brightly, illuminating the world. It was a grandeur and magnificence that could not be described in words.

The practitioners of the three continents of the God Realm suddenly felt that their condition had become much stronger. "It's fog..."

Boom...!
The fog rolled violently up to the sky, as if there were a hundred thousand giant dragons flapping their wings in it, and thousands of troops were rushing towards the evil spirit, suddenly tearing a huge gap.

Everyone saw that at the very end of the gap, there stood a tall figure. His body seemed to be made of dark metal, and the surface was as smooth as flowing water. His limbs and torso had beautiful muscle curves. His head had no facial features, only a single dark eye.

The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the top of his head. A "moon" casts thick darkness, as if confronting the god of fog.

At the moment when the God of Fog and the Demon King looked directly at each other, the "sun" and the "moon" became brighter, and then each of them burst out with a terrifying suction force, and a huge vortex was taking shape.

The Goddess of Mist sensed a desire to devour growing in her heart. She wanted to take away the Demon King's moon and devour the Yin attribute, which was extremely tempting to her.

Mokia's emotionless voice sounded calmly, "If you and I work together sincerely, we can create a harmonious future and share the benefits of yin and yang with each other."

"However, the final position, the final door, cannot allow two people to enter together."

"So, if you voluntarily give up your Yang Qi and give it to me, I can promise that I will stay away from the God Realm from now on, and the past grudges will be wiped out."

"how?"

Before the God of Mist could reply, Largo and the nameless monster in the evil spirit, as well as some monsters that were powerful enough to walk out of the disaster area alone, were all stunned.

What is Lord Mochia talking about? He wants to stay away from the divine realm and write off everything because of something. Then how should our monster clan vent its hatred and how can we monsters get compensation?

The God of Mist remained unmoved throughout the whole process, and said calmly: "I also promise in my name that as long as the monster clan puts away their desire to attack, abides by the oath and maintains harmony, the God Realm can stop the war and give you a place to live."

Two majestic voices were heard, and the God Realm and the Land of Trouble suddenly fell into a rather strange silence...

Many powerful gods frowned in thought. Judging from the power displayed by Mokia, he could definitely tear apart the barriers of the earth and water veins. If he didn't care about the consequences, he could massacre three continents.

The top powerhouses’ crushing of those of lower realms is not just talk.

They also believed that the monster, which had accumulated hatred for thousands of years, would not give up.

The bright eyes of the God of Mist met the dark single eye, and the next moment a brilliant magic book appeared above the head of the God of Mist. The pages flipped rustlingly, and powerful and mysterious magic runes emerged, causing several worlds of Arad to tremble.

Seal of Heaven!
The God of Mist borrowed the Seal of Heaven that Xiao Su was using. This most famous magic book in the God Realm was completely presented to the God Realm.

"Of the sun and the moon, only one can hang in the sky." Mokia's single eye lit up, and the anti-star pattern covered the sky and turned it into a prison.

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"It seems that it is not enough." Ye Lin was surprised. He had already improved his condition. "It seems that only the true divine path can attract them."