Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

Hermes walked in front of Xiao Lin, looked at him condescendingly, and said with a sneer: "You should know that all the mortals on this continent regard our Protoss as heroes and masters."

"They all know that God created their lives and saved them between fire and water. God's position is supreme. No one knows the existence of The Netherworld, and no one knows who Emperor Hades is."

"Whether it is the ancestor of Zeus or the emperor of Odin, they are very satisfied with this situation and do not need to make any changes."

"So, you who are trying to rebuild The Netherworld and change this continent have to die!"

The divine power of Hermes lingering in the state of silk threads, condensed into a golden ball of light in the palm of his palm.

Xiao Lin knows that if this strike hits, all his Cultivation Base will be abolished. Even if he survives by chance, he will become unarmed and mortal waste from now on.

This strike can not only kill Xiao Lin, but also kill the budding The Netherworld, and kill the luck of the entire Cangwu Continent.

Seeing the murderous intent in Hermes' eyes, the divine power of his palm was about to slam down, Xiao Lin's eyes dazzled, and he waved away at a speed faster than the afterimage.

A sharp cold light flew out of his palm. It was the Demon King's Demon Sword previously used to fight against the generals. It was pushed out by Xiao Lin with all his strength and pierced straight towards Hermes's face.

Hermes did not expect that Xiao Lin had left a hand. His pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly turned sideways to dodge. Even though Xiao Lin had already used all his strength, the sword still failed to hit and only cut Hull. The face of Moss.

The blade was stained with golden blood, and it was slapped by Hermes and flew out directly, stabbing the Qianjun Shengyi without exception.

"It's a pity," Xiao Lin said blankly.

"Unbelievable, you dare to scratch my handsome face!"

Hermes wiped the blood on his cheeks, a murderous intent appeared in his eyes, his teeth creaked, "I originally wanted to give you a happy way to die, but your stubborn resistance successfully angered me."

"Now the deity wants you to understand what is not to survive, not to die!"

Hermes condensed his hands with divine power, carrying Houtian's and Devil's two wings with light needles in black and white, floating in the air.

"These Zhu Yuan magic needles are specially used to torture your insidious and cunning villain!"

"You'd better prepare mentally, because in the next five hours, tens of thousands of Zhu Yuan magic needles will penetrate your body non-stop, pierce your Dantian, and let you watch your own strength a little. A little bit goes by and becomes a worthless waste!"

Just as Hermes' palms were urged by the divine power, and he was about to drop tens of thousands of magic needles like a torrential rain, Venus's exclamation came from behind: "Hermes, hurry back!"

Hermes stunned slightly, turned his head to look intently, and his eyes widened in horror.

After the corpse king's magic sword pierced into Qianjun Shengyi, the original golden chessboard instantly became as black as ink, and thick black smoke emerged from it.

In the next second, the soaring black smoke quickly condensed and turned into tall and burly human figures.

All of these people have dark purple skin, are naked, naked, with sharp claws and fangs, and their eyes are as scarlet as blood, and they are howling like wild beasts.

"This... these are the ruined legions of the undead?!"

The faces of Venus and Hermes were full of horror, but the undead soldiers still rushed out of the chessboard continuously. There were tens of thousands of people, like a neat and tidy army.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the undead army pounce on them like a tide, Hermes screamed and had to manipulate the magic needles beside him, filed out like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.

The powerful force on the magic needle instantly blasted the undead soldiers in front of them into bloody flesh and torso flying horizontally, but immediately they would re-grow new flesh and torso, and still charge unswervingly.

The undead army swarmed up, and instantly drowned Hermes and Venus.

Although the two gods have already sacrificed the strongest Magical Item, they still have to deal with it.

These zombie soldiers are immortal, immortal, or injured. Even if their heads are blown out, as long as they leave a little bit of limbs, they can quickly heal and come back to life.

But their fangs and claws contained terrifying corpse poison. Even if Venus and Hermes were the kings, they would be very troublesome if they were bitten.

After a while, the golden robe on Hermes was torn to pieces, and Venus's golden hair had already suffered the horrific hands of the zombie soldiers.

"Damn, what a group of disgusting monsters!"

Hermes shouted angrily, the two gods gathered all their strengths, released them, and suddenly shocked, sending all the zombie soldiers ten meters away, but the zombie soldiers immediately got up again and picked up the broken arms. Or head, rushing towards them again.

"Boy, you're lucky today, so let's spare your life first!"

Hermes pointed at Xiao Lin and said viciously: "Sooner or later, the deity will inevitably smash you into ten thousand pieces and imprison your soul in the horror cell, so that you will never live forever!"

"Don't talk nonsense, get out of here!" Venus snapped angrily.

Seeing the zombie soldiers coming from all directions again, Hermes and Venus did not dare to delay for a moment, and they disappeared in place with golden light shrouded in their bodies.

After Hermes and Venus escaped, the undead army was all dumbfounded and stopped moving, turning into black smoke and dissipating in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the corpse king's magic sword fell to the ground with a cry, and the black on the chessboard of Qianjun Shengyi gradually disappeared and turned back to golden yellow again.

Luo Qian was already scared and stupid, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and rushed to Xiao Lin with a panic face: "Master Xiao, are you okay?"

"fine."

Xiao Lin shook his head slightly and said hoarsely: "Help me up."

Luo Qian hurriedly helped Xiao Lin up, and asked with trepidation, "Master Xiao, what should we do now?"

"What do you say?"

Xiao Lin glanced at him and said faintly: "Thousand Army Shengyi has already arrived, and he hasn't left yet. When will he wait?"

Luo Qian nodded, hurriedly tossing the saber into the air, helping Xiao Lin to walk to the sword, driving the sword soaring in the sky, leaving the tomb of the dead, and flying all the way up the cliff of life and death.

Soaring above the sky, Xiao Lin couldn't help but ask with interest: "Boy, why didn't you take the opportunity to kill me?"

"I don't have any resistance now. You can kill me, take away the Qianjun Shengyi, don't you?"

Luo Qian's body trembled suddenly, cold sweat bursting out of his forehead.

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