Chapter 1027 If You Can Kill Me

The war between the Protoss and the Ten Thousand Races was not too long.

So far, only five years have passed since the Protoss officially declared war on the Ten Thousand Races.

Compared with the thousands of years of battle in ancient times,

These five years seem to be just a bunch of waves in the ocean.

But in ancient times, the Wanzu started from scratch.

Now, after tens of thousands of years of development, the strength of the Wanzu cannot be compared with that of the ancient times.

Again, by comparison.

In ancient times, the strength of the gods had reached its peak.

Now that the gods have been sealed for tens of thousands of years, the strength of the gods is no longer as strong as it was in ancient times.

However, in terms of top combat power, it is still the same as in ancient times.

Everyone knew that the final battle between Jiang Lin and the Divine King would truly determine the fate of hundreds of millions of people.

When all the original gods on the side of the gods were killed by Jiang Lin, the gods had already withdrawn their troops and retreated back into the domain of the gods.

Ten Thousand Races did not chase after him, because that was meaningless.

And all races know it.

As far as the protoss retreating back to the realm of the gods, this war is not over yet.

Everyone knows that soon, there will be a final battle between the Wanzu and the Protoss.

In the world of Kyushu and the world of Yaozu, after the gods retreated, everything in the world seemed to be quiet.

Jiang Lin ordered a one-month holiday for the entire army.

Many monks temporarily left the barracks and returned to their hometowns.

For many monks, they may not have returned to their hometown or sect for hundreds or even thousands of years.

But now it's only a few short years, and their feeling of returning home is extremely eager.

Although many sects have been destroyed in this war between the Ten Thousand Clans and the Protoss Clans.

Many sects have been razed to the ground and turned into ruins, and there are no more beautiful mountains and rivers and misty mist like before.

But for them, this is still their most intimate place.

After returning to their own sect, these monks lived on top of the ruins, chatting with each other about what happened over the years.

Talking about the direction of the ten thousand races after the war of gods and how the whole world will be peaceful.

Many people think that this will be the greatest prosperity since ancient times.

None of them mentioned the battle of the gods a month later. Even if they mentioned it by accident, they were full of warm smiles and hope. They all felt that the Wanzu would defeat the gods this time just like in ancient times.

But in the middle of the night, after the reunion, they would all raise their pens and write down their last words.

They knew that in the last battle of a month, they might not survive.

There are also quite a few monks who have returned to the place where they were born.

In the place where I was born, although things have changed and people have gone through vicissitudes, this piece of land has brought them the same intimacy.

They sit for a long time.

It was not until nearly a month before they returned to the barracks that they put some of their treasures and what they had learned all their lives in their own houses.

At least in the future, there will be someone who is destined to come and inherit everything.

This also proves that I have left traces in this world, and that I have not lived in vain.

Those who have families will go to accompany their wives and children.

Even though he told his wife that he would come back after next month.

But in fact, they don't even know if they will come back.

Similarly, in Wutong Island, Jiang Lin would accompany Yuni and the others every night when the army was about to be dispatched.

Jiang Lin didn't know if he could really defeat the gods.

Maybe every time I accompany them may be the last time.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Finally, the day of the decisive battle came, and the drums of all races sounded, and above the sky, a gate of heaven slowly opened.

Following Jiang Lin's direct intrusion.

The monks of all races swarmed to keep up.

In the realm of the gods, the gods and gods, generals and beasts who had been waiting for the monks of all races rushed towards the monks of all races.

Everyone knows that this is the last war between the two sides.

Jiang Lin stood directly above the battlefield, raised his head, and looked at a place higher than this God's Domain.

That was the palace where the god king lived.

"If you want to come up, come up by yourself."

From that highest point, the voice of the God King came.

Jiang Lin just looked away, took a step, and walked up step by step like stepping on a ladder.

When Jiang Ning walked in front of a divine gate, there was a "click", and the divine gate opened wide.

Jiang Lin didn't worry about any ambush, and walked directly into the Shenmen.

Behind Shenmen is a huge palace, this is where Jiang Lin, Rong Luo and Mo Ye came.

It's just that compared to before, the palace at this time has been completely repaired.

For the God King, this is not difficult.

After all, the king of gods is the law of this world, and everything in God's Domain is the creation of laws.

At this time, the king of gods no longer faced Jiang Lin with the appearance of a little lolita.

Just like in ancient times, the king of the gods held a long spear, and he had returned to the appearance of Yujie, with long golden hair fluttering in the wind.

The fair skin and the jewel-like golden pair seemed to be carved out of the same mold as the molten fish paste and the others.

The rhyme of the avenue surrounds her even more, as if every gesture of her hand can create or destroy a world.

"Sure enough, your ten thousand races are right in saying that history will always repeat itself."

The God King looked at Jiang Lin, tilted his head, and said calmly.

"Jiang Lin, this time, there must be one of us who will reunite with heaven and earth after this battle."

Jiang Lin shook his head with a smile: "Could it be that the protoss are also pursuing that supreme realm?"

"Of course, because it's boring..."

Listening to Jiang Lin's words, the God King tilted his head, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

This was the first time Jiang Lin saw the smile of the God King.

To be honest, the king of gods is really beautiful, the beauty of the king of gods is that kind of beauty that is out of the ordinary.

The king of gods is so beautiful that it is unreal.

You will think she is extremely beautiful, but it is difficult to have a heart for her, and it is even difficult to want to get close to her.

"Draw your sword." The King of God looked at Jiang Lin coldly, his tone still showing the kind of contempt for the inferior.

"May I have your name?"

Chuxue flitted out of Jiang Lin's acupuncture point and flew into Jiang Lin's hands.

In an instant, it was as if tens of thousands of long swords were hanging high in the entire Divine Realm.

"Name?" The King of God tilted his head, "I took the names of Canzhi and the others. As for them all calling me sister, I don't have a name."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Lin stepped forward step by step.

"If that's the case, then I'll just give you a name."

"Yes, if you can kill me, it will be engraved on my tombstone then."

After the words fell, the God King raised the spear in his hand and threw it with one shot.