Arad's crooked savior

When the three hermits were rescued with blood all over their bodies, the three continents of the God Realm fell into a long period of suffocation. Everyone felt as if their throats were being strangled, their hearts were clenched, their eyes were black, and they could not see the future.

The hermits represented the top fighting power in the God Realm. Now they were defeated and almost lost their lives.

The evil green demonic energy had filled the sea and completely divided the three continents. The cold air froze people's hearts and bones, and there were ghosts and wolves howling full of resentment. The demonic energy had swallowed up many islands and no sound was heard anymore.

A strong person who has practiced special pupil skills, with snow-white hair, beautiful face, bright red eyes, and a faint breath of death permeating her body, said solemnly:

"I saw a suspended island with a diameter of about 3,000 meters. It has not fallen despite wind and rain. Now it seems to have suddenly passed through tens of millions of years and collapsed into pieces of soil."

Bai Hai, the ancient believers who appeared in the Mist Mountains, did not know the name of Remidios, but only worshipped the purest life.

They now put their hands together, knelt on the ground, and prayed to the angel stone statue in an embracing posture. Their expressions were extremely pious, and the sound of the prayer was filled with an indescribable sense of sacredness.

"The hermit was defeated. What did they encounter in there? There must be something strange, and the trump cards of the God Realm may not be many." The village chief with a peaceful face was now full of worries.

Just as the people in the God Realm were panicking, restless emotions were spreading, and they were praying to the heavens and the earth, the Misty Plateau erupted with the power to shake the heavens and the earth. In an instant, the expression changed color, and the sky condensed into a vortex flashing with thick thunder.

The figure of the God of Mist was extremely vague, and the outline was vague. No one could see her true appearance under the clouds and mist. They could only guess from her fluttering long hair and skirt. Her figure and appearance must be peerless, like a clear cloud in the sky, which could only be viewed from a distance.

"God of Mist, don't fight with Him, He is waiting for you." Kelton coughed out a mouthful of red blood. He had seen through some secrets in his fight with the Demon King. This was a trap.

However, the speed of the God of Mist was faster than his shouting. He raised his jade hand and pointed his finger at the demonic energy. In an instant, beams of black light were like artillery fire, dense and dense, turning into a rainstorm and falling from the sky, exploding in the demonic energy with huge impacts.

The fog god continued to press forward, the fog was endless, and it quickly condensed around him, turning into crystal chains of light, filled with cold air. The crisp collision sound resounded throughout the God Realm, like a chain of punishment from heaven, the anger of God, and it also hit the demonic energy.

In a series of almost violent bombardments, the demonic energy ocean, which had not been torn open in the picture of civilization, actually sank into a huge hole, revealing the already dark sea water, and vaguely revealing a vague figure wrapped in black breath.

"So strong, her state is more perfect than we imagined."

Kelton and Ergon were extremely surprised. The last time they saw the fog god take action was when the demon was sealed into the land of disaster. The gods fought together. Now, after a long time of comparison, the fog god is obviously more powerful.

Ergon has regained his squirrel-like posture, looking at the God of Mist from afar. He remembered that when the God of Mist fell into a state of ignorance before, he was beaten seriously without even seeing how many enemies there were in his deepest memory.

"The origin of the God of Mist hides a more terrifying secret. Ye Lin told me that Terra, the man-made god, I still know only a little bit."

In short, there are eleven people as powerful as the God of Mist? !

At a level that ordinary people cannot see, the faith towards the God of Mist has become heavier. Drops of water condense into a majestic river. The power of faith blesses the God of Mist with an irresistible attitude, adding a hazy and sacred divine ring to the mist surrounding her body.

The people in the God Realm are also surprised and shouting loudly. Their faith, which describes the God of Mist in many legends, finally showed the power of protecting the God Realm in front of them for the first time.

The God of Mist walked towards the demonic energy with a stronger force than the hermit. She not only looked for the location of the demon king, but also tried to tear the ocean of demonic energy, use her own mist to drive away the demonic energy, and restore the clarity of the world in the God Realm.

Then, silently, a dazzling "sun" appeared above the head of the God of Mist, shining brightly, illuminating the world, a kind of grandeur and magnificence that cannot be described in words.

The practitioners of the three continents of the God Realm suddenly felt that their state had become much stronger. "It's fog..."

Boom...!

The fog rolled violently, reaching up to the sky, as if there were 100,000 giant dragons flapping their wings in it, and there were also thousands of troops rushing towards the demonic energy, suddenly tearing a huge gap.

Everyone saw that at the end of the gap, there stood a tall figure. His body seemed to be cast in dark metal, with a surface as smooth as flowing water. His limbs and torso had extremely beautiful muscle curves. His head had no facial features, only a dark black single eye.

The most eye-catching thing was undoubtedly the top of his head. A "moon" cast a thick darkness, as if confronting the God of Mist.

At the moment when the God of Mist and the Demon King looked directly at each other, the "sun" and "moon" became brighter, and then each of them burst out with a terrifying suction force, and a huge vortex was forming.

The God of Mist felt a desire to devour growing in her heart. She wanted to take away the Demon King's moon and devour the Yin attribute, which was very tempting to her.

Mochia's emotionless voice sounded faintly, "If you and I work together sincerely, we can create a great harmonious future and share the benefits of Yin and Yang with each other."

"However, the final position, the final door, cannot allow two people to enter together."

"So, if you voluntarily give up the Yang Qi to me, I can promise that I will stay away from the God Realm from now on, and the past hatred will be written off."

"How?"

The God of Mist has not yet answered. Largo and the nameless monster in the monster aura, as well as some monsters who are powerful enough to walk out of the disaster area alone, are all stunned.

What is Lord Mochia talking about? He wants to stay away from the God Realm and write off everything because of something. Then how should our monster clan vent their hatred and how can we monsters get compensation?

The God of Mist remained unmoved throughout the whole process, and said lightly: "I also promise in my name that as long as the monster clan puts away their desire to attack, abides by the oath and harmony, the God Realm can stop the war and give you a place to live."

Two majestic voices came out, and the God Realm and the Land of Trouble suddenly fell into a rather strange silence...

Many God Realm powerhouses frowned and thought deeply. With the power shown by Mochia, he can definitely tear the barrier of the earth veins and water veins. If he doesn't care about the consequences, he can slaughter three continents.

The top powerhouses are not just talk to crush the lower realms.

They also believe that the monsters that have accumulated hatred for thousands of years will not give up.

The bright eyes of the God of Mist looked at the dark single eye, and the next moment a brilliant magic book appeared above the head of the God of Mist, the pages turned rustling, and powerful and mysterious magic runes emerged, and several worlds in Arad trembled.

The Seal of Heaven!

The God of Mist borrowed the Heaven Seal that Xiao Su was using, and this most famous magic book in the God Realm was completely presented in front of the God Realm.

"Only one of the sun and the moon will hang in the sky." Mochia's single eye lit up, and the anti-star text covered the sky and turned it into a prison.

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"It seems that it is not enough." Ye Lin was surprised. He had already raised his status. "It seems that only the real God Road can attract them."