Don't disturb my cultivation of immortals before transmigrating quickly

Countless creatures want to become gods and gain that powerful and boundless power.

However, God is not omnipotent.

God saves the world, and the world fears God.Pray, worship, worship.Awe of the powerful and fear of the unknown.Gods are nothing but powerful humans.Gods also desire, and gods also die.Powerful gods long for greater power, and for this reason, gods will fight for it, and gods will lose it.

When a person is killed, he dies.God is killed, also will die.

In the Temple of the God of War, the handsome deity with long golden hair sat decadently on the throne.

His eyes, which were originally more dazzling than the sun, had lost their color, and his cheeks, which were always smiling, became extremely cold.He looks lazy and indolent, not interested in anything.The scepter appeared in front of him, and the blue crystal ball slowly rotated, reflecting the human world, the jungle of the orc plane, the struggle for supremacy in the interstellar plane, and the rampant spells of the magic plane... Suddenly , a pair of men and women, an emperor and his queen appeared in the picture.

The god seems to have thought of something, and he and his lover seem to have had such a sweet time.

Then the sword pierces the lover's heart.

"Lin Feng..." the god murmured.

His hand caressed/touched the crystal ball and touched/touched the woman's face.The woman's face is magnified, and every frown and smile is so moving.

But this is not what the gods have in mind.

"Lin Feng... where did you go?"

Lyria muttered to herself, and then swiped her fingers twice, and the flames of war engulfed men and women.

This is God, this is God of War.A country can be destroyed with the flick of a finger, and war is just a building block toy in his hands, and he can play with it however he wants.This is the power of God.

But such a powerful god has never even seen the last side of his lover.

It was the eighth day of the turmoil in the God of War Palace, and Lyria was still fighting Dacris and Xiaotian. With the help of his childish ability, he would have been able to kill Dacris.But Dacris, a despicable guy, regards the lower god as a source of divine power. His strong resilience and destructive power make Lyria a little passive, and even gradually fall into a disadvantage.

But suddenly, the tide of battle changed.

When Lyria's knife slashed at Dacris, Dacris suddenly stopped and couldn't move.The soul-thirsty knife slashed firmly on Dakris' shoulder, and Dakris spat out a mouthful of blood.

There is a little bit of golden light in the blood, which is the proof of the painstaking effort.This injury was not caused by Lyria, but Dacris was backlashed.

Lyria was overjoyed, which meant that the formation of the Temple of the God of War was broken.

So, Lyria took advantage of the victory and pursued, beheaded Dacris with a cross cut, and then controlled Xiaotian with a flame curse.

Too easy.

It was so easy that Lyria felt something was wrong.

He didn't have time to pay attention to the child, but teleported to the Temple of the God of War.

"Break the formation?" He asked the barren land with his back facing him.

Lu Lu nodded, but did not speak.

"Ha, thank you so much, otherwise I would have—" Lyria pretended to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Lin Feng." Lu Lu interrupted Lyria, and then the atmosphere became silent.

"Lin Feng, what's the matter?" Lyria frowned. During the battle, he saw Lin Feng coming, and then Zhitong said a few words to Lin Feng, and then sent Lin Feng away.

Lyria guessed that when he was a child, he sent Lin Feng to the barren land.

"Lin Feng, sealed himself in the formation, and then broke the formation. The soul flew away..." The cold face like Huang Lu couldn't bear it at this time.

"What did you say?" Lyria looked at the barren land in disbelief, and then shifted her gaze to the magic circle in front of the barren land.

The magic circle was dim, and Lyria crawled over, half-kneeling on the ground, making her palms fit the magic circle.He sensed Lin Feng's aura and the aura of his own mark on the magic circle.

"No...?" Lyria's eyes widened. He was exhausted from the non-stop fighting day and night. The despair at this moment erupted together with the pain in his body, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

Seeing this, Huang Lu quickly raised his hand to release his divine power.The brilliance of order enveloped Lyria, guiding the god of war power in Lyria to repair his internal organs, releasing his divine body and divine power.

The man with long black hair slowly turned into golden curly hair, and his injuries recovered quickly.

"Why didn't you stop him!" Lyria suddenly stood up and grabbed Huang Lu's collar.

"Let go." Desolation's willingness to help Lyria does not mean that he allows Lyria to do such a thing to him.

Lyria was not reconciled, but he let go anyway.Indeed, Huang Lu has no obligation to stop Lin Feng. As the god of order, as long as he maintains the stability of the God Realm and the plane, Lin Feng is nothing to him, and the God of War is nothing more than maintaining order to him. Just a stable part.

The barren land is willing to help maintain the order of the Temple of the Evil God of War, and it is the best of benevolence.

"Sorry." Lyria said without apology.

"..." Lu Lu glanced at Lyria, and he realized that Lyria didn't seem to know that using the godhead could gather spirits.

Desolation didn't intend to tell Lyria.It's not because of Lyria's attitude, but because it's unnecessary.For him, as long as Lyria exists, the order of war will not be destroyed. As for the state of God of War, it has nothing to do with him.Letting Lyria waste his godhead to save Lin Feng would do him no good at all.With the fall of the Lord God of War, there will inevitably be many gods competing for the Lord God. At that time, they will not only have to deal with the affairs of the God of War, but also maintain the order of the god plate.

The barren land would not do such superfluous things.

Thus, there appeared the God of War who was muddled at the beginning.

"Darkis still doesn't want to say anything?" Lyria sensed the childish power, and then spoke.

"No." Zhitong shook his head, he knew Lyria wasn't looking at him.

"That's it..." Lyria's gaze was still aimlessly looking into the distance.

There is only a thin, cool light in the distance.