The Peerless Dragon of Tang Sect Shocks the World

His official name is the God of the Netherworld, and his other name is the God of Death, the God of Death.

It should have been a relatively broad and magnificent deity in Shinto.

But what makes people silent is that Netherworld God did not do it.

Shinto cannot compare with those powerful first-level gods, and its authority is pitifully diluted.

The underworld has become a place where anyone can say a few words.

There is no tyrannical divine way in his body, no powerful artifacts in his hands, and no powerful subordinates under his command. This describes the embarrassing existence of the Nether God among the thirty-two main gods.

They have unlimited glory in front of their subordinates and countless low-level gods, and are one of the masters of the God Realm.

But in fact, in front of colleagues at the same level, I can't hold my head up.

If you live like this for too long, you will inevitably have strange emotions.

I don’t want anyone in the God Realm to surpass me, and I also long for myself to surpass others.

Watching her put it into his sleeves, Netherworld God narrowed his eyes.

"But I think there are many people who did a good job, but it's a pity that they all died at the hands of the murderer you protected."

Unlike others, she didn't have to bow down to a strange god.

Netherworld God's eyes flashed coldly, and he snorted heavily in his heart.

The trial is not completely over yet. There are still a considerable number of trialists in other levels and they still need to continue to see if they can continue to pass the level.

But judging from his demeanor and the artifact on his body, it shouldn't be simple.

The God Trial does not collect background information and uses pseudonyms. Even he does not know who the woman in front of him is.

The guardian beasts are the few powerful subordinates of the Netherworld God. How could he have people kill them, thereby weakening his own strength?

"Are you complaining about the weak ones who lost?"

Wang Donger exhaled and softened her voice, "Sir, can you stop killing people?"

Wang Donger replied coldly.

Resistance is useless. How can these eleventh-level and tenth-level gods be louder than the first-level master god? The giant snake that killed many trialists has been summoned away. No matter how dissatisfied everyone is, they can only watch.

"I hope you have performed well, so I won't punish you for your rude words." Netherworld God laughed sarcastically, then raised the hand behind his back and waved, "Go out, the next batch of testers are coming. "

The voice of the Netherworld God reached Wang Donger's ears. When she raised her head, she saw that solemn and solemn face.

"That's a big mistake. Life and death are also part of the trial. If you can't survive to the end, what qualifications do you have to inherit the throne of God?"

Wang Dong'er suppressed the emotions in her heart, hugged her hands and bowed to the main god who didn't know his name yet.

But I still endured it.

"You performed well, and I see it."

"My understanding of Shinto, job description, etc. are all higher than those of other testers."

Intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes glanced at the long sword that Wang Donger recalled.

"Thank you for the compliment."

"They are all people who have made contributions to the divine world. Even if they are not qualified to inherit the divine throne, they should not die here."

"Please show your respect, sir..."

Before Dong'er finished her request, the Netherworld God suddenly turned his head and coldly looked down at the pink-blue haired woman below.

"I'm asking you to get out. This is none of your business. It's out of bounds."

The sound is loud and clear, and the mouth is filled with powerful divine power like a heavenly constitution.

A pressure came out invisibly, Wang Donger's words were stuck in his throat, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"One more word. I will first accuse you of a crime of disrespect and disqualify you from the throne of God."

The Nether God looked away coldly.

He does this for two purposes.

If Wang Donger resists, then he can take action boldly in the name of disrespecting the superior, and be found guilty of offending the Lord God.

At the same time, if the god behind her appears, the Nether God can also take the opportunity to see clearly her background.

Wang Donger was speechless and was pressed to the ground by the divine power, unable to utter a word.

The Nether God swept around casually.

Although he is unfavorable in divine ways and does not have many divine weapons, he is a direct descendant of the God King.

His own strength is not great, but because he is backed by the God King, it can be regarded as an alternative background.

Wang Donger wanted to say a few words for the people behind her, but after being suppressed, she realized that she was just an eleventh-level person who had not even obtained the divine status, let alone argue with a first-level god.

Even the snake god who was stunned just now could only be defeated by joining forces with countless people.

The person speaks softly, but she is talking about her now.

Dong'er took back her words, silently turned around and walked out.

The Netherworld God was a little disappointed when he saw her leaving alone.

He carefully observed the fluctuations in the surrounding space, wanting to check Wang Donger's heels.

But until she left, no vision appeared.

The final trial space returned to tranquility.

……

The Nether God made disappointing arrangements and ordered another second-level beast god to guard this level, then waved his sleeves and left the trial space where the whole process was projected.

After leaving the big world, I was about to land on the original cloud head to rest.

Suddenly, something seemed to be changing violently around him.

The Nether God suddenly turned his head.

I saw a black line spreading and cracking on my side.

Space crack!

In the next moment, a palm as bright as jade popped out of the crack, its fingers bent, and a violent suction force came from the sky.

"Come in."

The indifferent words without the slightest fluctuation came from the other side of the space, directly shaking the Netherworld God's eardrums and spreading into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The violent power of space came out from the white jade palm, and without waiting for the Nether God to react, it instantly pulled him into the space crack.

Then the crack closed, as if nothing happened and all changes happened in a moment.

The Netherworld God staggered, and after finally regaining his balance, he found that he was no longer in front of the central trial space, and had been pulled somewhere.

In front of him was a young man with long black hair tied up by a golden crown.

The man's back was turned to him, and his face could not be seen clearly, but his back was filled with golden light, as broad as the sun at the top of the sky.

The Netherworld God was heartbroken, he asked, "The King of Gods?" !

The person behind that woman is a god-king? ? !

A strong regret surged into his heart. He had been cautious enough, but he still made a miscalculation.

Netherworld God's expression changed.

But within a few moments, he reacted again.

He has met all six God Kings, and none of them who are still in the God Realm seem to have black hair...

Could it be...

Too weak? !

Netherworld God was heartbroken again. If that adult came back, not only would he be unlucky, but the adult behind him would also be under great pressure and might give up on him.

The Nether God, who was frightened by the appearance of the God King, was confused and his face turned green and red.

It is also a sign of guilty conscience. If he observes carefully, he can see that the light golden light is not the appearance of a god-king, but a quasi-god-king.

That man is not a god king, but a fourteenth-level half-step god king.

Jiang Shuo has entered the thirteenth level of Dzogchen. Due to the special nature of the world inside his body, it is equivalent to half a step to the level of the God King.