Six Gods

Chapter 203: Human Race Strong!Get out!

"Damn things!"

Suddenly becoming furious, Patriarch Seran's piercing compound eyes saw through the rubble and dust all over the ground, and instantly locked onto Xiang Yuan who crashed into the mountain wall.

With a flash of his figure, this contemporary weaver was about to capture and kill Xiang Yuan with killing intent in his eyes.

But that pure golden figure seemed to be able to read his mind, split vertically with one leg, and the surge of energy and blood turned into a bright golden knife and fell, cutting off Patriarch Seran's way.

"Looking at your appearance, you should be a knitter of this generation." Stopping Patriarch Seran with one leg, the blood on the body of the pure gold figure converged, revealing Mr. Song's appearance.

Looking coldly at Mr. Song who stopped him, Patriarch Seran's eyes were serious: "I have already appealed to the spirit god, don't think that you can escape if the seal is broken."

"Hahahaha, little guy, don't play tricks with me here.

Report to Spirit God, if you really report, the Yin God soldiers who suppress me will definitely lock all my consciousness directly.

Play with me, you are still a little tender. With a burst of laughter, Mr. Song didn't believe Patriarch Seran's words at all. He raised his hand with a big sun fist, and the brilliant sun reflected the entire mountainside space like daylight, and suddenly suppressed Patriarch Seran!
"Boy, I really didn't expect you to have so many hole cards.

Now seal my spiritual mark to break it, you quickly find my big gun and send it to me, and I will have a chance to escape. "

A fist strike suppressed Patriarch Seran, and Mr. Song immediately sent a voice transmission to Yuan.

After finally breaking free from the mountain wall, Xiang Yuan couldn't help asking after hearing Mr. Song's voice transmission, "What gun? How did I deliver it to you?"

"My gun is in the stele you picked up. If you look up, my body is in the mountain wall."

Hearing Mr. Song's words, Xiang Yuan looked up, and sure enough, he found a big hand stretched downward among the rocks above his head.

This hand is full of small wounds, rough and vicissitudes of life, exuding the killing atmosphere of years of fighting, the open palm seems to want to hold something.

"It's broken! Where's the stele?" Seeing Mr. Song's big hand, when Xiang Yuan wanted to find the stele again, he suddenly realized that he didn't know where he had thrown the stele in the previous battle.

Relying on the super high defense power, Xiang Yuan carried the broken stones and searched for the whereabouts of the stele in the ruins.

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"Do you think you can suppress me with just one fist?" Forcibly resisting Mr. Song's big sun fist, Patriarch Seran stood upright with fierce eyes, radiating a dangerous light.

"You Yin clans are not as good as one generation after another. I think I killed three generations of weavers. Although their combat power is not very good, but in terms of difficulty, they can be said to be the most difficult to deal with in the entire Huanghai original Yin clan. of."

Mr. Song was not surprised to see Patriarch Seran standing up again under the suppression of his fist.

After all, he is the strongest in name in Huang Haiyuan, if he can't even catch a single punch from him, then it's really a waste of time.

"We are the descendants of the spirit gods, not some Yin clan." Patriarch Seran emphasized angrily, as if he cared very much about Mr. Song's title of Yin clan.

"Bullshit!" Patriarch Seran's emphasis was met with Mr. Song's clear and resounding slap on the face: "Abandon your own clan and be a slave to others.

Do you think you can become radiant and beautiful by replacing the Yin God with the Spirit God?
In my opinion, you are still a lowly species, and you are still the most disgusting lowly species! "

Swearing mercilessly at Patriarch Seran, whose expression had gradually turned ferocious, Mr. Song's eyes were full of contempt.

In his opinion, the strongest man in Huang Haiyuan in front of him is worse than an ant.

Ants are ants because they are born that way, and they are different...they are degenerates!

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest; human beings are weak, and the world rejects them. We are absolutely right! Our choice is correct." Covered in a thick blue mist, Patriarch Seran roared loudly.

Mr. Song's words seemed to have stimulated his deepest wound and triggered his fierce resistance.

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest? Hahaha, what a weak person, and the world rejects it!" Tears welled up from the corners of his smiling eyes. Mr. Song bent slightly and reached out to pat Patriarch Seran's face.

"Then why are you inferior to me?"

"I...you..." Mr. Song's words blocked his throat, and Patriarch Seran's expression was grim and complicated.

"In the final analysis, what you said is not an excuse you made yourself." Looking coldly at Patriarch Seran with a complicated expression, Mr. Song said: "You should know what you believe in, and how afraid you are of us making a comeback.

I believe that you must have had doubts over the years.

You are not the betrayer of the first generation, I can give you a chance to give up this bloody body, and I will restore you to your human body. "

"Recover... human body..." There was a slight shake in the eyes, and Patriarch Seran's struggle weakened a lot in an instant.

But at this moment, the tattoo on his face suddenly lit up, and his wavering eyes became indifferent again.

"Old man Song Ge, you actually want to instigate rebellion against my people, is this all you can do?"

A completely different voice came from Patriarch Seran's mouth, apparently he had been taken over by the mysterious spirit god.

The compound eyes surged with indifference and majesty. With a wave of Patriarch Seran's hand, Mr. Song's fist was instantly shattered and dissipated in a stream of light.

"Anub, are you still alive?"

Slightly raising his head and looking at Seran in front of him, Mr. Song chuckled, as if he still knew this spirit god.

"Song Ge, you have been dishonest for so many years, do you really think you can break my seal and return to the world?" Sneered at Mr. Song, the spirit god called Anub raised his head and glanced Shan Qiong, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

"The seal is broken?! Who did it!" After realizing that the seal he set had been broken, Anub glanced around, because he knew that Song Ge himself was incapable of breaking the seal.

Sure enough, under his keen eyesight, Xiang Yuan, who was frantically looking for the stone tablet of the sacred tomb, fell into his eyes.

"court death!"

Seeing Xiang Yuan who was searching for the stele in the sacred tomb, Anub snorted coldly, and raised his hand to kill Xiang Yuan.

Seeing this situation, Mr. Song rushed to stop it, and shouted at Xiang Yuan: "Hurry up, I can't scare you anymore, the real lord is coming!"

Hearing Mr. Song's urging, Xiang Yuan raised his head and saw Seran exuding a dangerous aura all over his body.

"I fucking want to hurry up too, but there are stones everywhere now, how can I find... yes, stones!" As if thinking of something, Xiang Yuan opened the evil dragon's real body again, and the torrent of black flame dragon's breath roared It surged out, melting a large amount of stones.

Since it is that person's weapon, it will definitely not be damaged so easily!
Xiang Yuan thought in his heart, breathing out the black flame dragon's breath with all his strength to melt the gravel.

The stele of the sacred tomb that was soon buried under the rubble of the ruins revealed its true face from the magma, and was discovered by Xiang Yuan!

"found it!"

Transforming into a human form, Xiang Yuan, who was dressed in dragon scales, was not afraid of the high temperature, and hugged the sacred tomb stele that was still stained with a large amount of red magma.

"Boy, take one more step and be careful that this deity destroys your entire clan!" Seeing Xiang Yuan picking up the stone tablet from the sacred tomb, Anub couldn't calm down, and hurriedly opened his mouth to threaten him angrily.

Turning a deaf ear to Anub's threat, Xiang Yuan spread out his jet-black dragon wings with a chirping sound, and flew towards the top of the mountain dome holding the stone tablet of the sacred tomb.

"Wait! As long as you are willing to give up, this deity can set up a place for you in the God's House, let you live forever, and can also give you infinite wealth, countless beauties, countless...

Grass!Are you fucking listening to me! "Seeing Xiang Yuan flying upwards without even turning his head, Anub became impatient and sprayed obscenities directly!
Ignoring Anub's coercion and lure at all, Xiang Yuan rushed towards the big hand above the mountain dome with all his strength, and under Anub's eye-opening gaze, he stuffed the sacred tomb stone tablet into the hands of Mr. Song himself.

click-

The stele was picked up, and the big hands as stiff as sculptures suddenly closed and crushed the stele, revealing a simple and unadorned overlord gun with a lot of blood stains inside!

"Hahahaha! Five thousand seven hundred and thirty two years! Five thousand seven hundred and thirty two years! I'm finally out of trouble!"

Mr. Song's wild and domineering laughter began to resound from the entire mountain, and the sound spread throughout the entire sacred tomb.

When the strong men of the ancient god-descendant families surrounded by the foot of the mountain heard the laughter, they turned their faces aside, and fell to the ground in astonishment, with unwillingness and fear all over their faces.

bang bang bang bang-

All the soil bags around the master exploded, and the thick white fog covering the land of the sacred tomb also began to dissipate slowly.

Inside the mountain belly, Mr. Song's fist-like golden figure grabbed Xiang Yuan and led him out of the mountain belly.

And the moment Xiang Yuan came out, the whole towering mountain suddenly began to collapse.

The mountain slipped down, roaring and rolling at any time, and even the whole land began to shake violently, opening countless hideous cracks!
bang——

The loud noise shook the sky, holding a blood-draining spear, a burly figure, standing upright, and a figure behind a big sun shining all over the sky laughed wildly and soared into the sky.

"Boy! It's really thanks to you this time!" After getting out of trouble, Mr. Song came to Xiang Yuan's side with a smile on his face.

He never thought that Xiang Yuan's arrival this time could actually free him from the thousands of years of sealing off the town!
Looking at Song Ge who was out of the seal, Xiang Yuan also smiled. It was obvious that this was a human senior, and he was also very happy to be able to rescue him.

"Mr. Song, are you... are you okay?" Xiang Yuan asked with a frown, pointing at the snow-white halberd still stuck in Song Ge's chest.

"Don't call me Mr. Song, my name is Song Ge, no matter how old you are, you can call me Lao Song.

This is not a problem, I have retrieved the Xuanhuang blood, this Yin God weapon can't seal me. "

After waving his hand and telling Xiang Yuan his real name, Song Ge looked down at the snow-white halberd on his chest, grabbed the eucalyptus and broke it hard.

Unexpectedly broke off this Yinshen soldier.

Ouch, I'm so worried!
Hearing that it was a yin weapon stuck in Song Ge's chest, Xiang Yuan just wanted to open his mouth to ask for it, but Song Ge's move was so fast that he had already broken it into two pieces, and the corners of his mouth twitched in distress.

Looking at Song Singer's long pole and tip of the halberd, Xiang Yuan could only feel the breath of the equipment from the tip of the halberd, but the long pole had no breath at all.

It seems that Song Ge's human blood pressure should have suppressed the aura of this equipment before, otherwise I wouldn't have waited for him to pull out the halberd before I could feel the aura of the equipment.

He opened his mouth and asked for the tip of the halberd from Song Ge, and Xiang Yuan couldn't help but smile wryly. The equipment that can suppress Song Ge should at least be of the level of evil dragon head.

Now there is only a sharp one left, and I don't know how much power is left...

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