Titan and Dragon King

Unfortunately, this **** showed his rules to Muria. Muria stared at him for two breaths, and then he couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't accept the impact of such a message, which was equivalent to this god. He really was too Weak.

"Is that so, is it a duel? Has the technology of Elasia ’s world reached such a level?" The God of Nine Herds softly admired that only Muria could listen, and Indira led by him didn't care. She was busy devouring the light from this god.

"It seems that I'm disturbing you, so, give me the world coordinates, I'll send you a ride!" Said the Confucian God of Jiumu, easy-going and unexpectedly speaking.

"Why do you help me?" Muria dared and asked tentatively. He never felt any blood connections. Although his power was so powerful, he was not an epic titan, and Muria didn't feel blood connections.

"I know your elders, and I can reach where I am today, thanks to them."

Upon hearing such an answer, Muria grinned and was completely at ease, because there was no reason to deceive him, and no such need, so Muria told the world coordinates this terrible strong God.

"Well, it's a bit far away!" After receiving the coordinates of Muria, the **** of nine animal husbands sighed softly, and Muria saw behind him, the smallest one of the thirteen spinning light wheels turning at the speed It became faster, and the divine pattern on it became blurred, making Muria never see again.

Then, the turbulent river of Pemba ’s river of pure faith emerged from it, turning into a star-like silver snake, wrapped around the arm of the **** of nine animal husbandry. Then, the powerful **** pointed it out, and the power of God made this piece The emptiness all waved up, and a space vortex appeared from nothing and appeared in front of Muria.

Muria looked stiff and looked at the star gate behind him. It was a natural miracle derived from void, but when he turned his head, he saw a powerful existence, a spectacle of void created by his own strength. For a moment, Muria felt herself small.

Regardless of the strength level or the size, he was hit by a huge spiritual shock. Muria knows that with his current strength, he can tear the space in the world, but there is no way to make a ripple in the void, and the existence in front of him can forcibly shape a star gate, it seems only casual. It's like seeing the acquaintance of an acquaintance, and just pulled it.

"Don't be surprised, you have the same power as me, and you have the possibility to surpass me." The giant **** who showed Muria his insignificant trace of power smiled, and then pulled Muria's fleet, all of them Into the star gate he opened.

"Such great power ..." Muria looked up at the light wheel behind the giant god. At this time, the only one that provided him with blessings was more. Muria couldn't understand it. He continued to read for a long time. It is uncomfortable to stare at the **** of Jiumu.

In such a comparison, when he was young, the evil **** he saw in the Emperor's Eternal City, compared with the existence in front of him, was the younger brother and younger brother.

"Go in, little guy!" Invisible, irresistible force fell on Muria, pushing Muria into this star gate, and then, the temporary opening of the gate began to gradually close, and everything returned to calm. As long as a voice echoes in the void,

"Titans' tribe, I wish you a blessing. This battle is a victory and triumphant!"

With the words of Jiu Mu's God, an invisible and intangible force spread, it seems that nothing has changed, but nothing has changed.

...

"The power of faith is indeed God, and it is not an ancient **** who has control over the creation of the world. Ancient gods do not need faith." No need to worry.

"The God of Nine Herds has just used the power of faith, and there are too many powers under his control. I have seen almost everything, all spirits, all powers in him."

Muria thought about every moment of his contact with the God of Jiumu, and remembered the scene he saw at first, which was related to him, because he would develop in this area in the future, so he saw it.

"To be able to walk in the void is far more free than the gods I understand. The Almighty God who controls all power? The God of perfection without weakness?"

Muria whispered to himself, and then laughed, "God of omnipotence and omnipotence? That's also relative. There can never be a God of omnipotence and omnipotence in the true sense, but my vision is too narrow now, so I think his The power is perfect, or I am too weak. If I can reach the same level as him, I will never feel that he is perfect. "

"Muria, look!" A shocked voice sounded in Muria's ears. "We have reached the world where the locust civilization is."

"Huh!" Muria looked up calmly and looked forward, and then he saw the light of a large number of seven small eight stars, which is the natural radiance of the world, of which seven small worlds surround the largest world in the center.

"I know!" Muria looked at the distant world, no matter how shocked she was in the power of the God of Nine Muds, her face couldn't bear the slightest wave. This is the mental quality that a leader must have, no matter what happens You can't be shocked at first sight. Too stubborn will lose authority in the hearts of subordinates.

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"What a beautiful sunrise!" The black locust man who just got up looked at the rising sun, moved his six arms, stretched a lazy happily, and then fluttered his wings. He was going to call himself The ugly and sluggish slaves got up to work.

If the slave did not work hard, his family would not have enough income, so the family would be hungry to save food, because his son ’s practice in the Kendo Pavilion required a large tuition fee, which occupied 100% of the family ’s income. Ninety income.

This is an expense that must be paid. Entering the Kendo Pavilion to practice, complete the final assessment, obtain the medal issued by the Kendo Pavilion, and join the army. This is the only way for the locusts living at the bottom to be promoted.

and so,

"For the future of my son, your group of **** slaves should be up and working." The black locusts with a bloated and deformed body carrying a whip covered with thorns, to wake up the slaves who were still lazy, "My The son is the genius most likely to restore the glory of his ancestors in ten generations. "

The middle-aged black locust knows his origins. His hometown is not this barbaric and backward world, but a world full of endless beautiful Soros. His ancestor was the ten captain of the locust world expeditionary legion in Hei Yao. Under the leadership of the god, he came to this backward but weak world, then conquered the barbaric world, and finally settled down and proliferated in this world according to the order of the **** of black glory.

"Three hundred years have passed, and my family has lost the glory of their ancestors and became a humble civilian. It is abominable because of this world."

The black locust was full of resentment. If it was in the motherland, his family must be geniuses from generation to generation, and it would never go down. He might also become a noble ten captain like that ancestor. And his son will have better qualifications.

"Pop!" "Pop!" ... Thinking of his sad identity now, the black locust's whip was pulled harder, and his head fell down on those stinking slaves.

It was a group of "ugly" humanoid creatures that looked a little weak. They were different from the black locusts. They did not have carapace on their bodies, but had soft white skin that was dazzling. Will break.

This is an inferior, lowly creature that should be born as a slave to locusts. The black locust man thought so. He knew that these ugly creatures that looked weak were the original inhabitants of this world. Until now, there are still many rebellion forces composed of these lowly and weak white moths in the wild areas of the world to resist. With.

What ignorant, fearless and sad behavior, three hundred years ago, while your ancestors were still ruling the world, the God of Black Yao defeated your strongest resistance, and now, there are still white moths who dare Rebellion, delusional desire to recapture their own world, the great **** of black glare disregards you,

But I also thank you White Moths. It is the existence of the rebels that gives the army the need to exist and expand enrollment, so that his son has the opportunity to restore glory.

When the thinking black locust man drove the numb white moth out of the low, dark and damp worm house ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ ready to take them to work in the flower field.

Boom-Long--

A violent shock came from afar. The black locust man who just flew out of the wormhouse was shocked to see that he had inherited more than two hundred wormhouse courtyards that had been passed on for 300 years. In this severe earthquake, he collapsed instantly. .

"The **** of black glory is on, my worm house, my wife and inside!" Ignored the sky from the field of vision, spreading across the half of the sky, mixed with the black and gray smoke and dust of Mars, the black locust rushed back to himself Wormhouse, digging frantically, his wife is still sleeping inside.

"You **** **** slaves, what are you still looking at and can't help you? If my wife is dead, you all have to be buried." The black locust shouted like crazy ...

And in the middle of this world, the most prosperous city of black glory, a locust man shrouded in black flames, looked up immediately before the earth trembled, looking at the source of the tremor, a strong sense of trembling flooded my mind.

"What terrible existence has come from outside the world, are those monsters that can survive in the void? How can they break through the barriers of the world?"