Age of Gods: I'm on the Account of the Ancient Gods

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Simply omnipotent.

Thirty minutes later, Zhang Jing passed smoothly.

He didn't waste any time and immediately entered the Flame Cauldron.

Thirty minutes later, Zhang Jing's skin was red all over, but he still stood up.

But at this time, on the divine power screen that Ye Qinghui saw, there were only nine people who persisted in the Flame Cauldron for thirty minutes.

"You are already like this, do you still dare to challenge the Great Cauldron of Poison?" Ye Qing smiled narrowly.

Among the other eight people, seven of them hesitated for a while, and they all chose to give up, passing through the skin temple with two stars, and entering the tendon temple.

Li Bashan thought for a while, and walked into the cauldron of poison.

He looked pained, but he persisted.

In Ye Qing's sight, Zhang Jing entered the cauldron of poison without hesitation.

Ye Qing raised his eyebrows back.

The Great Cauldron of Poison is more difficult than the first two.

It's poisonous.

It can really take a toll on the body.

Then she saw that Zhang Jing buried half of his head in the water in the cauldron of poison, and started spitting bubbles comfortably.

Ye Qing replied, "..."

Hey Hey hey.

What's the situation?

That is highly poisonous.

Ye Qinghui suddenly remembered.

Zhang Jing was not afraid of the black mist released by the mist ghost, and rushed in directly.

"This guy, isn't he really immune to all poisons?"

Ye Qing was startled in horror.

She knew that Zhang Jing had this ability when she was practicing in the Seventh Palace of Xuanwu before.

But she hadn't thought about it then.

This time, Zhang Jing refreshed her cognition again.

Thirty minutes later, Zhang Jing stretched his waist and walked out from the cauldron of poison.

The Poison Cauldron is actually the easiest one for him.

"Hmph, my invulnerability to all poisons is not fake."

Zhang Jing smiled.

The next moment, the three great tripods turned into golden lights and gathered together.

The light cluster almost occupied a radius of ten meters.

In contrast, the rewards for the rest of the customs clearance, the light group is pitifully small, only two or three meters in size.

Li Bashan managed to survive for [-] minutes, and his skin was in severe pain.

The golden light ball finally smashed into Zhang Jing's chest roughly.

Zhang Jing was staggered by the blow.

With his chest as the center, the light extends to every inch of skin on his limbs.

In the end, it was golden.

There was a sound like sword groaning from the skin.

Chin——!

Ye Qing raised his eyebrows back, "Blessed by God?"

Before Zhang Jingquan's three-star pass through the Xuanwu Seven Halls, his black dragon Xiaoye was enlightened and directly obtained high wisdom.

This is a gift from God.

But this time, the gift of God directly acted on Zhang Jing's body.

Zhang Jing also showed joy.

When the sound of sword chanting appeared, he knew what the reward was this time.

God-given, sword body.

As long as any attack falls on him, the sword body will appear, doubling the defense in a short time.

Moreover, the divine power in Zhang Jing's body will form a spirit sword by itself to attack the opponent.

Of course, the sword body has a duration and a cooldown.

But as long as it is used well, Zhang Jing can use this method to rub his opponent on the ground.

Even if Zhang Jing is only a one-star lowgod now, as long as the sword body is activated, it is enough to withstand the attack of a six-star lowgod, and even fight evenly.

Zhang Jing happily entered Jinmiao.

He saw the dome directly above, with many flying swords floating.

Roughly counting, there are at least a thousand.

Three-star customs clearance conditions appeared in front of him respectively.

"One star: Dodge flying sword attacks for [-] minutes, get hit up to six times."

"Two stars: Dodge flying sword attacks for [-] minutes, get hit at most once."

"Three Stars: Dodge flying sword attacks for [-] minutes without being hit."

"You can repeat the challenge three times and get the best result."

Zhang Jing's eyes were slightly serious.

This level is a bit of a challenge.

However, fortunately, he has super speed, so this level is not too difficult.

If you come to challenge Jinmiao without super speed, you will end up miserable.

The fact is exactly the same, those who have passed the Pi Temple by one star early have already tried the horror of the Jin Temple.

Many people fail in a row.

He couldn't meet the condition of one-star pass three times, so he could only leave with regret.

Only a few people passed with two stars.

Including Li Bashan, they all gave up trying Samsung without exception.

too difficult.

It's not something normal people can do.

Zhang Jing moved his joints and started officially.

The hourglass falls and starts counting.

The flying swords above the entire Jinmiao seemed to have received a signal and began to fly in disorder.

They were not flying fast at first, and Zhang Jing could easily dodge them.

But every fifteen minutes, the flying speed increased by [-]%.

By the time Zhang Jing lasted for [-] minutes, Fei Jian's speed had increased by [-] times compared to the beginning.

There are crackling noises everywhere.

Zhang Jing also felt his scalp tingling.

Even if he is faster than ordinary people, it is difficult to dodge the flying sword in this situation.

Finally, at 75 minutes, Feijian speeded up again.

It is now one and a half times as much as before.

Whoosh whoosh.

Feijian is like a disordered swordfish, rampaging.

Zhang Jing was terrified. His hands, feet, and even his body and head had to keep moving at a high frequency in order not to be attacked by the flying sword.

Chapter 70 I Overturned the Golden Giant in Ten Minutes, and I Can Only Be in a Daze for Twenty Minutes

In front of the screen, Ye Qing saw Zhang Jing twisting and turning, and was already laughing so hard that he was already leaning forward.

"I'll record this passage and make it public when I go back to Yucheng City!"

Ye Qing smiled back and started recording the screen.

Ninety minutes, finally over.

Zhang Jing let out a long breath.

The last flying sword almost hit him just now.

Fortunately, he twisted his body in time, and the flying sword just flew past his ass.

The flying swords all over the sky turned into golden light, also forming a light cluster with a diameter of ten meters.

Brutally smashed into Zhang Jing's chest.

As before, the golden light spread to every inch of skin on the limbs.

"A gift from God again?"