Chapter 1119 Meeting God

However, after the White Tiger Shishen was torn apart, a big golden hand came out of the white light curtain, and it continued to grow bigger. Chaos energy rolled around it, exuding a palpitating aura that seemed to be able to crush the body. All the gods grabbed Ye Tian.

"Master, be careful, there is indeed a great terror here." Taro Miyamoto's pupils shrank suddenly, and a cold sweat broke out from his spine.

"The hand of God! God took action, hahaha, God finally took action."

The pope's face froze for a moment, then suddenly he laughed again, very excited.

thump!

Suddenly, he pushed the golden mountain over the jade pillar, knelt on the ground, bowed his head, and almost cried:

"O omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent God, please punish the sinner in front of you! He has blasphemed God's glory and insulted God's glory. He is an heinous crime and deserves death. Please use the most cruel torture in the world. Judge him."

Taro Miyamoto gasped for breath and glanced sideways at him, as if looking at a magician, but said nothing.

"Is it really the legendary one who is taking action?" Taro Miyamoto couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Ye Tian's expression was neither sad nor happy, and he had already struck out with a sword with great foresight.

Just now, the White Tiger Shikigami rushed into the white light curtain. With the help of White Tiger's eyes, he saw some things inside, and he already had some confidence in his heart.

call out!

A ray of sword light flew across the sky, whizzing out, shining brighter than a comet, and with the power of splitting the sky and breaking the earth, it cut a solid in the golden hand.

when!

A loud sound like a bell was heard, sparks flew from the golden hand, and a thumb thicker than the mouth of a bowl was neatly cut off.

There was no blood splattering, and there were no broken bones and rotten flesh flying around. This was a big hand condensed with mana, a kind of big handprint, which shattered into chaotic airflow.

"Damn it, you actually cut off a finger on the hand of God. You dare to blaspheme God and you will die a hundred times for your sin!" The pope was angry, his teeth were itching with hatred, but he was also chilled from head to toe.

A finger was cut off easily. Such a god is a bit weak. He is not as good as the Titan battle slave just now.

Is it really the legendary one taking action?

He began to doubt his own judgment.

Even after a finger was cut off, the big golden hand did not disappear and continued to grab Ye Tian, ​​still extremely terrifying.

Moreover, at the break of the severed thumb, a chaotic energy surged, and a new thumb condensed in the blink of an eye, returning to its original state.

Seeing this scene, the pope's eyes suddenly became hot and he shouted: "Young devil, old ghost of Japan, do you see it? This is the power of God, immortal for thousands of generations and immortal. You kneel down now It’s not too late to come down and repent, kneel down and beg God for forgiveness.”

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his face turned purple again, his pupils shrank to the size of pinholes, as if he had eaten a dead mouse, and his face looked as ugly as possible.

"It's just a wisp of lingering thoughts, enjoying the incense and offerings of millions of sentient beings. Do you really think you are a god?"

Ye Tiansen smiled coldly, and punched out with a big, shining golden hand.

boom!

The fist moved the heaven and earth, bringing up a bright golden horse, like a golden star hanging across the sky, shaking the sky.

In the golden horse training, five-color thunder exploded, the sound of thunder shook the world, and the lightning was like a dragon, hitting the big golden hand hard.

Boom!

With the strength of Wu Ji's Destruction Fist and the blessing of the Five Elements of Chaos Divine Thunder, the golden hand trembled, and a large amount of chaos energy evaporated, like a snowball evaporated by the scorching sun, shrinking in size rapidly.

Even so, this big golden hand is still grabbing forward, with five thunder fingers like five divine pillars.

Revealing powerful power.

Bang!

Finally, after breaking through Ye Tian's fist strength and lightning training, the golden hand, which had shrunk more than ten times, collided with Ye Tian's fist body.

A big golden hand tried to hold an equally golden fist in its palm and crush it.

Even though it had shrunk more than ten times, the golden hand was still much bigger than Ye Tian's fist.

Soon, the results came out. It was astonishing. Ye Tian's fist barely moved, but the big golden hand clicked, and a crack opened in the thick palm, and it radiated out in all directions quickly.

Click!

In the blink of an eye, dense cracks covered the entire big hand, as if a piece of porcelain was being beaten.

With a final bang, the entire golden hand exploded into a chaotic storm.

Even the bare wrists, under the penetration of Wuji's fist strength, exploded inch by inch and turned into powder.

The Pope was stunned, and Miyamoto Taro was also in disbelief.

Ye Tian took one step forward, broke through the white light curtain, and entered the space inside.

Taro Miyamoto was heartbroken and followed Ye Tian in.

"I don't believe that God is so weak. God must have a back-up plan. I want to see with my own eyes how the young demon king died."

The pope was in a very uneasy mood. After taking a few deep breaths, he broke through the white light curtain and stepped in.

He was not sure whether it was the abode of God inside, and he was eager to know!

Although, what he did was against the canon and was disobeying God's will.

This is a strange space, a world of its own, with divine flowers lingering and auspicious colors blooming, hazy as if covered with a layer of sacred gauze, dream-like and magnificent.

But unlike the space outside, which suppresses people and makes it difficult to move forward, this place is quiet and peaceful, as if it is a real paradise.

In the center of the space, there is a Taoist platform standing, about ten feet high, in the shape of a pyramid, with layers upon layers and distinct steps, like a small mountain.

Wisps of chaotic energy lingered, and the Taoist platform seemed to be in clouds and mist, looking mysterious and majestic. Although it is only ten feet high, it looks more majestic than the mountains of tens of thousands of feet, which makes people feel inexplicably palpable and gives rise to the feeling of looking up at a high mountain.

If you look carefully, you will find that this pyramid platform is made of countless crystal particles, like countless broken diamonds.

This is the essence of Xuanhuang, the quintessence of Xuanhuang, a kind of Taoist platform made of acquired divine soil. No wonder it gives people the feeling of facing a ten thousand-foot mountain, because it is full of the belief power of hundreds of millions of sentient beings.

The Taoist platform has nine levels in total from bottom to top, symbolizing the nine heavens.

At the top of the Taoist platform, a black and yellow divine waterfall hung down. The fog became thicker, and a figure could be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged on it. It was very blurry and very tall, so heavy that everyone was suffocating.

Uh-huh!

In the fog of chaos, the figure suddenly opened its eyes, like two magic lamps, and two lightning-like beams shot out, making the entire space brightly lit.

"It's a living person!"

Taro Miyamoto was stunned immediately. The pores all over his body stood up and his body was as cold as ice. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move, and even his heartbeat stopped.

"God, forgive my sins. I couldn't stop them."

thump!

The Pope knelt down again and put his forehead to the ground, not daring to look directly at him. That was blasphemy.