Bright Era

No one knows how high the God of Lawling was kicked by Mu Wei's kick, but everyone saw that the surface of the God of Lawling was ignited by the violent friction with the air, and his clothes were burned dry. Clean, even the body hair on her body was burned out.

Mu Wei patted her hand lightly, smiling and looking at Yan Chi eyebrows.

"Have you figured it out? Become one of the seven new gods of the Goddess of War, and the Goddess of War will help you promote to a **** and inherit the throne of the killing of Meier Meidis. Is the Great Yan Dynasty your exclusive? In the place of faith, you will devote 70% of the power of faith you harvest to the goddess of war every year. For the rest, you don’t need to do anything."

After a slight pause, Mu Wei smiled and added: “Of course, if the war **** system breaks out with other gods, you must participate in the war. At the same time, I also want to remind you that the **** of war is an old cudgel, if you become The goddess of war is a god, so you must be careful not to be alone with him. The woman that guy has entrapped is no less than the idiots who punished the temple!"

Yan Chi squinted at Mu Wei: "As a clergyman in the Temple of War, every sentence of yours can be regarded as blasphemous."

Mu Wei opened her ruddy mouth slightly, tilted her head and pondered for a while, and then nodded seriously: "It seems a little bit, but it doesn't matter. No one in the war temple dares to deal with me. After all, my seniority in the gods family Very high, to be precise, the current presiding chapel of the Temple of War God, he is the descendant of my 379th generation prostitute, so..."

With a very proud grin, Mu Wei smiled triumphantly: "I just said blasphemous words, who dares to do anything to me?"

The faces of Lin Qi and others have become very weird, the current host of the Temple of War is her descendant after 379 generations? Ordinary people reproduce one generation in twenty years, but when they reach the level of those old monsters of the Godly family, because of the continuous improvement of strength, their ability to reproduce offspring can be as weak as the dragon clan.

When they reach the power of the holy rank, they will be able to successfully multiply their offspring after a hundred years of hard work. But when it comes to the realm of a demigod, if you accidentally plant it for a thousand years, it may not be able to germinate and bear fruit. The three hundred and seventy-nine generations, this is a terrible number for the power of the Holy Realm and the demigods. Mu Wei's parents, is it true that Chengdu is the old immortal who directly survived the battle of the gods? ?

"I'm very curious, if they are really humans who have survived from that era, would they still be interested in doing this kind of thing?" The osmanthus tree sighed lightly: "According to my understanding of'humanity', unless the blood and blood are solved In the soul..."

The Hall of Doomsday Apocalypse did not speak, but a four-color thunder from the Doomsday Throne slammed heavily on the trunk of the osmanthus tree. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree that was scorched by the electricity immediately twitched and roared: "What did I say wrong? I just said... It seems, what did I really say wrong? Lin Qi, Lin Qi, don't ask me, Hurry up and raise the four major elements to the so-called demigod peak state, and then you will know a lot of things you should know!"

Lin Qi cocked his mouth with anger, and he hated these two old guys who only knew how to make himself appetite.

Mu Wei laughed triumphantly, and then she looked at Yan Chimei seriously: "Consider, become a **** of the goddess of war! Becoming a god, isn't this something that many mortals dream of? You, what else? So hesitant?"

Dark Yan's skin is already a little red, and a half of his black crystal heart has turned red. In his wide sleeves, his two palms have more than doubled their usual size. His palms are bloodshot and red. Under the translucent skin, you can see the sap of hot magma flowing slowly. A drop of sap contains the terrible power that can destroy a city.

Yan Chimei did not answer Mu Wei's words for a long time.

She raised her eyes and looked at the night sky in the distance.

Dark clouds rolled in the dark sky, and the squally wind moved the dark clouds, setting off numerous layers of cloud barriers like ocean waves. Between the cloud barriers, white-red rays of light flickered faintly. There was heavy snow falling from the cracks of the dark clouds, and the snowflakes from the Odin Icefield that were almost frozen into flakes could not even be blown by the strong wind, but fell like bricks.

Lin Qi and the others also stared at Yan Chibrows, making a promise and becoming a god. At this moment, even Lin Qi didn't know what to say.

What can you say? Becoming a god, just as Mu Wei said, is this something that many people dream of? And Mu Wei really put this opportunity in front of Yan Chimei. As the special envoy of the Temple of War, with the mysterious and weird Mu Wei at the same time, Lin Qi instinctively felt that she would not use such serious things as a joke.

The goddess of war indeed gave her such an oracle!

So, what is Yan Chimei still hesitating in the face of the temptation to become a god? What else can she hesitate? What else is worth her hesitation?

A strange smile appeared at the corner of Mu Wei's mouth. Lin Qi noticed Mu Wei's smile, and his heart sank suddenly. Mu Wei's smile contained a trace of ridicule, a trace of contempt, a trace of contempt, a trace of sitting high on the cloud overlooking the sacred and supremacy of all beings. She was like a king who had thrown out a piece of flesh and bone, quietly admiring the struggle of a wild dog!

Yes, since the soul has condensed into the texture of that strange crystal statue, Lin Qi's perception has suddenly become stronger. I don't know how many times. He almost instantly felt the thoughts in Mu Wei's heart--the female emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty, Yan Chimei, in the eyes of this fourteen or five-year-old girl, was nothing more than a hungry wild dog on the street. The fleshy bones can completely subdue her.

So arrogant, so arrogant, so confident, so determined!

That kind of domineering, that kind of domineering, that kind of gentleness and disapproval that seems to be able to control everything in the world.

Lin Qi squinted his eyes, and then let out a helpless roar in Linghai: "It is a great honor for him to see two gods in one day! Should I kneel on this Mu Wei? Under the feet, and then picked up her feet and gnawed two mouthfuls, let the back cry and cry and beg her to make me a **** too?"

The Temple of Doomsday Apocalypse smiled maliciously: "Will you do this?"

Lin Qi was silent for a while, and then he answered honestly: "I really want to strip her naked and throw her to Alda, the next generation of the goddess and the devil. I think it will be very happy!"

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree and the Temple of Doomsday Apocalypse laughed at the same time, and then the sweet-scented osmanthus tree said softly: "Then, it is reincarnation and rebirth! Store your divine body in a safe place to continue cultivation, and attach the divine soul to the fetus to be reborn, so her body does not There is no sign of coming. So, this Mu Wei's spirit is almost healed."

Lin Qi nodded slowly, not knowing who Mu Wei was beside the goddess of war. Her spirit must have been restored and almost healed before she could be reborn and reborn in the world. For the unlucky person who hasn't fully recovered, like the **** of law and order, he can only come out to see people by looting his body.

After all, if you want to integrate the intact and weak fetus with the huge power of the soul, the soul must be free of any flaws, must be smooth, and must be able to perfectly control every slight fluctuation of the soul to succeed.

However, the severely damaged spirit power fluctuates extremely sharply, and it is impossible to merge with the weak fetus.

Taking a deep breath of heat, Lin Qi focused all of his attention on Yan Chi Brow. Unlike the God of Law Ling, the reincarnated Mu Wei was at least a hundred times more difficult to deal with than him. Lin Qi thought he could not be Mu Wei's opponent now. So no matter what Mu Wei did, he was powerless to stop it.

Only Yan Chimei is the core of the current field and the real protagonist. Her decision can determine the development of the situation on the field.

Not only Lin Qi, but even the dullest Etreis cast his eyes on Yan Chi Mei.

Yan Chimei didn't answer for a long time, she just watched the dark clouds rolling in the sky, two beautiful and tightly curled together.

Dragon City, who was hovering to the side, finally couldn't hold back some of the strange emotions in his mind. He intentionally coughed a few times. After attracting Mu Wei's attention, he pointed to himself with a smiley face: "Miss Mu Wei, Excuse me, if Her Majesty becomes a god, is there still a place to become a **** in the Temple of War? I am very rude, I think I actually have enough qualifications to become a **** of war!"

Lin Qi's face was flushed with Longcheng's words, and the others were silent.

Only Dragon City's spirit alive lifted the blood spirit blue dragon halberd, and then suddenly released the blood evil spirit he had cultivated in the Eastern Continent Massacre. A billowing blood mist soared into the sky, and the pervasive evil aura covered an area of ​​thousands of meters, and a cyan flood dragon rolled and twisted in the blood mist, and from time to time he raised a loud dragon chant.

Mu Wei's eyes lit up suddenly, as if Lin Qi had picked up a silver coin on the street in the past, her eyes became bright.

"Oh, it really surprised me." Mu Wei made no secret of her appreciation of Longcheng: "It really surprised me. Looking at the evil spirits on your body, you have participated in thousands of wars, right? You? How many people were killed on your hands? However, this is not important. The important thing is that you are really the scarce kind of person in our Temple of War."

Clapping her hands gently, Mu Wei tilted her head and squinted sweetly and smiled: "The gods of the goddess of war are all beautiful girls. You can't become her god. But the **** of war. Well, several of his gods have also completely fallen in the battle of gods. If you can please me, I can recommend you to the **** of war and make you a god!"

Squinting and glanced at Yan Chi eyebrows, Mu Wei nodded seriously: "You two just make up a pair, a goddess, and a male god. Well, it's perfect." (To be continued. If You like this work, and you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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