Chapter 1397 The Saints Come
"The saints are more complicated than we thought?" Mu Qianxue looked at Lin Ming, "What's the matter with them?"
Lin Ming said: "The saints are not monolithic. They have more than one true god, but these true gods are far from united as we think. The human race has only one universe in the divine domain, while the saints have multiple universes. Many of their true gods are distributed in different universes. Among them, there is also a wall of sighs between the universe and the universe, and it seems that the true gods of the holy race had already had a disagreement because of the matter of the Hongmeng Lingzhu. Before that, it was simply the Holy Emperor Creation who wanted to monopolize the God Realm, occupy more resources, and become the absolute Holy Emperor of the Saint Clan!"
"Of course, other saint emperors don't want to see this situation, and now there is a soul clan restraint, coupled with entanglements of interests, which has led to the plan that the saint emperor of good fortune has prepared for many years is completely shelved."
Although Lin Ming was searching for the memory of the Saint Clan's corpse, it was only a realm king, and he didn't know many specific secrets, but the general situation of the Saint Clan was still clear.
"It turned out to be the case, no wonder the saints only sent half-step Tianzun to preside over the battle this time, because once they send Tianzun, the Tianzun on our side will definitely take action. At that time, it will be the Tianzun battle. That said, it’s not a small loss, but the Holy Emperor of Fortune hasn’t fully recovered from the battle that happened 100,000 years ago, so the form will be so complicated.” Mu Qianxue has already fully understood the situation of the Holy Clan.
The saints who invaded the divine domain were not the entire saints, but only a branch of the saints, that is, the saints in the universe of the Holy Emperor of Creation adjacent to the divine domain.
Even if there is no threat from the Soul Race, the Saint Races of other universes want to invade the Divine Realm. It is also necessary for the army to pass through the universe where the Holy Emperor of Fortune is located. The Holy King of Fortune may not agree so happily. He always regards the Divine Realm as a piece of delicious fat in his mouth, but he is not able to eat it yet.
Lin Ming nodded and said, "Senior sister is right, that is to say, we still have at least tens of thousands of years until the Holy Emperor of Fortune fully recovers. In fact, we are all safe. The king's level will not expand further. The saints are more afraid than us! This situation. What are we afraid of him!?"
"Yes, don't be afraid of them!"
Mu Qianxue also breathed a sigh of relief. This is the best news I've heard recently, for tens of thousands of years. It was enough for Lin Ming to grow up!
By the time. Really face to face battle. Lin Ming is not false!
Knowing this, Lin Ming and Mu Qianxue were both happy, but their thoughts changed. Lin Ming frowned again and said, "Everything is clear now, but how do we communicate it? What we know is a bit too detailed. It's always not good to say it as it is."
"Indeed." Mu Qianxue nodded lightly,
"It doesn't need to be too detailed, I think Tianzun Shenmeng will think of it, and she will believe you."
"That's the only way it can be." As Lin Ming was speaking, he suddenly felt that Mount Putuo shook, and the palace shook as if it were an earthquake.
Lin Ming was shocked. This shock was no small matter. What was Putuo Mountain? With two great gods, the first sacred place of the human race with a history of 3.6 billion years, how could it be shaken by an earthquake, let alone an earthquake, even if it is a full blow from the gods, it is impossible to shake Putuo Mountain, because Putuo Mountain's The protective formation is also the strongest among all the sects in the Divine Realm, and the Shenmeng Tiangong cannot be compared with it. This is the difference in the historical background. For billions of years, the formation has been continuously strengthened and engraved, and its sturdiness can be imagined. Know!
Could it be... the Saints are here?
This thought flashed through Lin Ming's mind, but at Mount Putuo, many disciples were terrified, including some Heavenly Venerates, who were also slightly nervous.
The saints have indeed come. Lin Ming retreated to read the complete memories of the saints' realm kings, which was equivalent to experiencing the life of the saints' realm kings. How could he finish reading them in a few days? The powerful saints are here!
Looking from a distance, there are 167 figures in black robes gathered on the horizon. These figures are of all shapes and sizes, some are men and women, some old and young, some are extremely tall, some are like dwarfs, some are strong as mountains, Some are as slender as willows.
Such more than a hundred people do not seem to be many, but they block the sky and sunlight, and let the darkness cover the earth.
"horrible!"
"There is a half-step true god in it!"
"The saints are terrible, this is just the tip of their iceberg, their true gods haven't arrived yet!"
No one doubted the total number of Heavenly Venerates of the Saints, even Lin Ming would not doubt that the Saints were indeed much stronger than humans!
Thirty-six billion years ago, in the age of Fengshen Tianzun, the human race was much stronger than it is now, but they did their best in that battle. In order to defend the last universe of the human race, Fengshen Tianzun himself fell!
"This is the holy clan!"
In the Four Heavenly Palaces of Mount Sumeru, the God of Fire was wearing a gorgeous robe, looking up at the sky, and his two sword eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together. He knew that Putuo Mountain would tremble before, and it was not that the strong saints attacked, but It is one hundred, sixty or seventy holy clan gods, of which the half-step true gods have gathered the impact of their momentum on Putuo Mountain!
Such a terrifying aura makes one's heart tremble, and Vulcan has to admit that if he fights against those Saint Race Heavenly Venerates, he will probably be able to defeat no more than 40%!
In this case, Rao is the Vulcan with a strong personality and a full-fledged main battle faction. Facing this kind of momentum, he is also a little short of breath.
At the negotiating table, it's not about who has a lotus flower in his mouth and who has a three-inch tongue, but two words - strength!
Without strength, no matter how eloquent you are, it is all in vain!
"True God has not yet appeared, just Tianzun, it is so strong!"
"It was obvious that they were just demonstrating just now, but I have to say that this demonstration was very effective, not to mention ordinary disciples below the gods, even some gods, they are guilty."
Haoyu Tianzun shook his head slightly, even he had the feeling that he didn't have the confidence to fight with the saints, and others could imagine.
"They don't have the slightest scruples at all, and they come directly to Putuo Mountain to negotiate. This is the base camp of mankind, the central area, but they don't worry about being ambushed and besieged by negotiation here. This is absolute strength!"
"Yes, they are not afraid to fight here at all, even if they have some disadvantages, they can make up for it with their overall strength and number of people, and if they really start a war, their true god powerhouses will probably come over soon, we will definitely lose. …”
For this negotiation, although the Terran could not completely give up hope, there was always a heavy stone in their hearts, and they couldn't relax.
At this time, among the many saints, a tall white-robed young man walked out with a smile, holding a pitch-black bead in his hand, spinning in mid-air, this young man is the Son of Fortune. .
Even in front of many Heavenly Venerates, his momentum is not false at all, giving people a feeling of strategizing and winning thousands of miles, which means that his status is no lower than Heavenly Venerate!
"Saint Clan, Holy Son, can already be on an equal footing with Tianzun?"
"It's not surprising that the Son of Fortune can protect himself in front of the Great Realm King, no worse than the Great Realm King, and the top of the Great Realm King is at the level of Heavenly Venerate, plus the talent of the Son of Fortune itself, with the It is also right for the Heavenly Venerate to sit on an equal footing."
"This is too exaggerated! Our genius is only at the stage of divine transformation, and our strength is probably in the late stage of the gods, half-step holy master, far from the gods..."
"We can't match the high-level, and we can't match the genius. How can we talk about this?"
Many disciples gathered in Putuo Mountain are discussing in private, although they also hope that the human race will be strong, but the facts are in front of them.
The Son of Fortune, holding the Primordial Spirit Bead in his hand, floated in the air like a god, looking down, looking at the faces of many humans, either frightened or nervous, a sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of the Son of Fortune's mouth.
"Cowardly humans, you are only worthy of being my slaves, trembling in front of me!"
With a sneer in his heart, the Son of Fortune looked in the direction of the Four Heavenly Palaces on Mount Putuo, which were the residences of Shenmeng, but Shenmeng did not appear. Through the Heavenly Palace, the Son of Fortune could feel the breath of the Heavenly Venerate, like the sea. Generally deep, as smooth as the earth.
"What a woman with mountains and rivers in her chest!" It stands to reason that when the saints come, the strong human beings will come out to see. In fact, many Heavenly Venerates do the same.
However, Shenmeng Tianzun did not appear, and he still sat firmly in the palace. This is the majesty and confidence of the superior!
This determination is admirable.
The Holy Son of Fortune smiled, "At this time, the breath is still stable. This is not something that can be pretended. The Holy Emperor is right. Shenmeng is indeed a character. This kind of woman has charm."
The Holy Son of Fortune touched his sharp chin, and there was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth. If these words fell into the ears of human beings, it would be a disrespectful word.
Beside the Holy Son of Fortune, a slender and vigorous woman walked out slowly, took the arm of the Holy Son of Fortune lovingly, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness Holy Son, why, do you want to include God Dream Heavenly Venerate as well. The harem?"
The skin of the woman who spoke was not delicate and fair, but had a healthy wheat color. With her strong figure, and the delicate dagger tied to her thigh, her whole person was like a sexy female leopard, full of explosive power. The female's cultivation base is only in the period of divine transformation. The cultivation of the divine transformation period can stand here, of course, the reason for the creation of the Son of God.
"God Dream... Hehe, because of the racial opposition, it is impossible to conquer her wholeheartedly, but... I only conquer her **, and I am satisfied. It will take too long for the Holy Emperor to recover, until I become a Heavenly Venerate. , you can lead the holy clan and step down the realm of the gods! Plant a slave imprint in Shenmeng and let her serve me for life, hahaha!"
...(To be continued..)
ps: The author's original words: There is only one chapter today. If I make up for it, I can only say that I will try my best, and I am very sorry! ps: The author was originally going to fight, but now he is "in an unknown place" and can't come back to code. This chapter was written in the morning. I am a temporary worker who helped the author review and publish the manuscript. Please call me Red Scarf.