The members of the game Group of Ten Thousand Worlds are all myself

Chapter 285 What's the matter with this strong sense of déjà vu
"Yo, it actually exploded gold coins, really good."

"This is the throne? Shouldn't it automatically become a god if you sit on it?"

"Isn't this nonsense, since the god can snatch the god's position from the previous god, then if we kill the god, the god's position will naturally be ours."

"What is this, the dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon?"

"What is an evil dragon? This is our trophy, but the first one to become a god is actually his boy. I really didn't expect it at all."

"Indeed, I thought I would be the first to become a god, but it's not bad, anyway, we can use the power of a god if he becomes a god."

Next to the ancient throne in the void, Xia Yus chatted in a circle, the battle was exciting, and they had a great time watching it.

Neil Xia Yu looked at the other chattering self, and then at the ancient throne.

"Then I can sit on it, you guys watch it."

"What are you looking at, it won't explode when you sit on it."

"Hurry up, let's see the heroic appearance of Kamisa."

Facing the urging of other Xia Yu, Neil Xia Yu shrugged, turned around and sat down on the ancient throne.

Other Xia Yu also looked seriously at Neil Xia Yu who sat on the simple throne. Although they all looked heartless, they cared about themselves a lot.

In order to prevent accidents, Neil Xiayu did not send back the power of other people, so that even if something went wrong, Neil Xiayu would have the strength to resist.

Sitting on the throne, Neil Xia Yu closed his eyes and rested his mind, while the other Xia Yu watched nervously, but as time passed, the other Xia Yu couldn't hold back anymore.

I haven't blinked for too long, my eyes are almost dry.

Gradually, Xia Yu and the others looked away, and started bragging and lying around.

Although they also want to wait seriously, but the situation does not allow it.

I don't know how long it has passed, Xia Yus have gathered in twos and threes to do other things. Some Xia Yus are playing PK games, and some Xia Yus are standing by to help out and shout.

In this lazy atmosphere, Neil Xiayu on the throne opened his eyes.

"Mortal, don't come to see Kami in the new world!"

The majestic voice sounded, and Neil Xiayu, who was sitting on the ancient throne, exuded a sacred and inviolable aura, his eyes that had turned pure red were full of indifference and emptiness, and his expression seemed to be a different person.

Facing this scene, the rest of Xia Yu was taken aback for a moment, and then showed disdain, generously stretched out his right hand and gave the middle finger.

"Kami of the new world? Do you also want to be Ye Shenyue?"

"I guess your next sentence is, can anyone else do it?"

"By the way, when you say this, remember to make a peculiar posture and facial expression, otherwise there will be no purity."

"Hurry up, I've turned on the camera."

Facing the ridicule from others, Neil Xiayu couldn't help breaking his defense with his tense expression.

"You guys can't cooperate..."

Neil Xiayu covered his face with his hands, feeling that his life was already gloomy. Now think about it, why did he have to be in the second grade just now.

Tsk, the other selves must have influenced him. Thinking of him as a dignified former ball master, the god of today, how could he be such a middle school person.

That's right, that's it!
After some self-enlightenment, Xia Yu instantly felt that his spiritual realm had been sublimated, and his whole person stood out from the world.

"What the hell are you thinking, your face is rippling."

Hard, fist hard.

Neil Xia Yu looked at Ashes Xia Yu who was approaching, his fists tightened and then loosened, loosened and tightened again.

After a while, he still relaxed, the other party was himself after all, beating him was like beating himself, besides, it's just a cheap talk, if he doesn't listen, it's over.

"You kill me."

Neil Xia Yu stretched out his hand to push away Ashes Xia Yu's approaching handsome face, and then stood up from the throne.

With his standing up, the quaint throne, which seemed to have never changed since ancient times, returned to nothingness again.

"Oh, beef batch!"

Ashes and Xia Yu leaned over again in an exaggerated manner, stroked his face, eyes and mouth with both hands, and touched the world famous painting.

Bang-!
A big dark hand suddenly grew from behind Xia Yu, and then punched Ashes Xia Yu flying away. After punching Ashes Xia Yu, Neil Xia Yu looked relieved.

The world is finally quiet.

"Oh? Your black hand is the power of God?"

Marvel Xia Yu stepped forward, looked at the darkness surging around Neil Xia Yu, and asked casually.

"That's not true." Neil Xiayu shook his head and denied, "This is the power of darkness in the dark space created by the previous gods. Although the dark space was broken, the remaining dark power in it was inherited by me, the new god, just like so."

While speaking, Neil Xiayu stretched out his left hand, thick black mud dripped from his fingertips, blackened the void under his feet, and turned into a dark and sticky lake.

Then, big boneless black hands protruded from the lake, swaying gently like grass, or writhing randomly.

"..."

The corners of Xia Yu's eyes twitched when he watched this scene. It was obviously a western fantasy world of dragons and magic. Why was this style of painting born.

"By the way, besides these darkness, I have this."

Xia Yu withdrew his left hand that was dripping with black mud, and his right hand flashed with light, and a great sword of holy light composed of holy light was condensed out by him.

From the black mud around him, holy and beautiful pink and white flowers suddenly grew. These flowers bloomed with the wind and swayed in the wind with the big black hands.

The next moment, a pair of holy wings flowing with white brilliance emerged from Neil Xia Yu's back, setting off his whole body incomparably sacred.

It was in this brilliance that his pair of pure red eyes were slightly out of harmony. After all, generally speaking, golden eyes were more suitable for those who played with the Holy Light.

Neil Xiayu held the hilt of the sword with both hands and held it flat on his chest, like an angel judging the world.

Of course, the premise is to ignore the twisted black hands behind him and the black mud rolling under his feet.

Zhong Xiayu: "..."

It's very inconsistent, but it always feels very reasonable, what's going on...

"Wait, why do I have a strong sense of déjà vu, I seem to have seen the configuration of the black mud and black hand angel holy light somewhere."

Looking at Neil Xia Yu who was still posing there, Marvel Xia Yu's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Hearing what Marvel Xia Yu said, the rest of Xia Yu looked at Neil Xia Yu's current appearance, um...it looks familiar.

"I remembered, isn't this Nima the late-stage configuration of the evil nemesis boss Luo? In the later stage, boss Luo relied on the holy light to walk in the darkness between heaven and hell, and eventually became the Satan of hell!"

As soon as these words came out, Xia Yu was a little silent. No wonder they always felt that this configuration was very familiar. It turns out that some big guys have already played it like this...

"Uh... this should be a coincidence."

Hearing other Xia Yu's discussions, Neil Xia Yu put away the black mud, black hands and flower holy light, and his eyes returned to their original colors.

"Black mud and black hands have appeared in the comic "Diva five". Holy light is not a rare power. I just happened to get these two powers."

"And specifically, the source of my power of holy light is not a real angel, but a damaged godhead left after the fall of the previous gods."

While speaking, Xia Yu opened his right hand, and a damaged godhead exuding a slight holy white light floated on it.

　The last chapter was blocked, it's not that it hasn't been updated.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)