God! I Turned Into a Turtle

Ye Que stepped forward, overwhelmed by the domineering aura. In order to show his awesomeness, he deliberately released the aura of a tenth-rank god king.

That's right, in the face of an eighth-level god, and it is also a race of prophets, this guy deliberately showed the realm of a tenth-level god.

To be honest, if there were more Prophets, the ranking would never be fifth, even comparable to the second place Dark Void.

Even for such a powerful race, it is very terrifying to step out of an eighth-level god. Even a tenth-level god dare not provoke it at will.

There are a lot of new things today, and Ye Gu dares to dare.

If it were someone else, everyone would be surprised and would laugh at him for being overconfident, but seeing that it was Ye Guabi, well, they weren't too surprised.

This guy's head iron is famous in the starry sky, even if he is going to make magic gods, everyone can understand.

As for whether you can beat or not, it doesn't matter, as long as you eat melons and enjoy yourself.

But now, whether they can beat it or not, it really arouses everyone's interest.

The distinction between the ancient gods and the prophets has always been controversial in the starry sky.

The ancient god has blood, and his combat power is terrifying.

Prophets have predictions, and their combat power will be greatly reduced in front of them.

When the two collide, it's really hard to say which is stronger and weaker.

Members of many races gathered in Universe City to watch the fun.

"You want to court death?"

The eighth-level god said coldly, with killing intent permeating the air.

The roar resounded, and it was the power of thunder and lightning surging on his body.

"Ye Que!"

Di Xiwei pulled Ye Que back.

Ye Que turned his head to comfort him: "Don't worry, I'll finish him in three seconds!"

It's done in three seconds!

What an arrogant word!

"Even if he becomes a god, he is only at the first level. How can he beat the eighth-level god!"

"Unless the eighth-level god turns off the foresight..."

"Be confident, turn off the power of the eighth level of predicting others, no matter how powerful Ye Guabi is, he can't beat it!"

"Not necessarily! Didn't you see that after he broke through, he could easily crush the sixth-level gods? At that time, he didn't use his full strength. If he did his best, the seventh-level gods would be enough to meet him. Besides, without the prophet of foresight, the combat power is weak of……"

Everyone was discussing heatedly. At the beginning, everyone was talking about the strength of the prophet, but the eighth-level god sneered proudly, enjoying the discussion.

But when I heard the words that I don’t know who said, to the effect that there is no prophet with foresight, and the combat power is weak...

Well, with just this passage, killing intent appeared in the eyes of the eighth-level gods.

He glanced at the crowd and snorted coldly: "A bunch of clumsy bugs dare to say that my prophet is weak? If it weren't for the small number of my race, what is this ancient god?"

Everyone told the truth and analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of all parties, but he was not happy. He couldn't tolerate a little sand in his eyes, and his mouth was very foul.

For a while, everyone stopped talking, and dared not speak out, but it was true that the prophet was not pleasing to the eye.

The Prophet glanced at everyone and played with taste: "I know what you are thinking! It is best to put away your mentally retarded thoughts, low-level is low-level, this is a fact, all you have to do is admit it, not hate it!"

With his hands behind his back, he was proud and dignified, and he still had some enjoyment after speaking. When he turned his head to look at Ye Que, his tone was also educated: "You are the same! Don't think that you are invincible because you are an ancient god! Everyone says you are the first race in the starry sky , do you really think it's right?"

The prophet is arrogant in his bones, if he is not recognized, he will speak out by himself.

No, this guy got more and more ostentatious as he talked, shaking his head while talking.

Rumble!

There are golden thunder flashes on his body.

"I master the law of extreme thunder, and my speed is amazing. Let alone an ancient god like you, even a magic-level ancient god comes, and I can easily dodge it!"

There are many laws of thunder, some are powerful, and some are fast. The eighth-level gods are fast, coupled with foreknowledge, it is definitely the top configuration.

But this sentence is too much, and the magic-level ancient gods don't pay attention to it.

"Who gave you the courage to say such a thing?"

Ye Que signaled Di Xiwei to back off, and slowly walked towards the eighth-level god.

On his back, there has always been a pair of fused heavy (chong) wheels, which are the overlapping of time and space.

When the two heavy wheels are superimposed, they will merge into the law of space-time, but the law of space-time will be obliterated by taboos, so even if they overlap, it will be dull, like a gray stone circle.

When he walked over, with a thought, the two overlapping heavy wheels shifted to his body.

"Prophet family, you are too arrogant, you must have someone to clean you up, and you will know what is good or bad!"

He took a step, and the blood vessels opened one after another.

Without laws, he is not a god.

Opening the bloodline only increases the combat power.

Rumble!

His combat power has soared from the tenth-level god king to the first-level god, the second-level god, and the third-level god, and it is getting stronger and stronger.

"It's just right, I'm the one who ruled all kinds of dissatisfaction! I will kill you, the eighth-level god, with the realm of the god king!"

When he was less than 100 meters away from the eighth-level god, his body injury condensed the undead magic armor.

The magic pattern of the law of darkness and the law of counterattack is on the magic armor, breathing and flickering like light and dark, and its power can make the sixth-level gods tremble.

This is not the law of his own perception, but the law that is integrated into the law and body blood, so he is still the king of God now.

"Really? How are you going to kill me?"

The eighth-level god looked around the audience, and no one dared to speak disrespectful words to him. He enjoyed it very much and thought it was because he was the strongest.

He slowly rose into the sky, looked down at the ancient god with his hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "I see several people are live broadcasting, and I allow you to do so! But I have a request, for the next battle, you must all Record it without any dead ends!"

There was a hint of teasing at the corner of his mouth, and he spoke with amusement: "I want to show you how inferior the ancient gods are in front of me!"

The few people who were hiding from the live broadcast immediately stood up and recorded everything.

"Not bad! Let's get started!"

The eighth-level gods hang in the air, and the golden thunder is dancing wildly, reflecting the surrounding golden lights, showing great power.

He stretched out his hand and said, "I won't break the rules, you make the move first! If you make the move, I have a reason to deal with you! It depends on whether you have the guts!"

Having said that, he paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Right, lower races, ancient gods!"

After these words were spoken, the audience was silent for a while.

Directly insult the entire ancient god race?

"Then predict what I'm going to do next!"

Ye Que shook his head and sighed, and stepped towards the eighth-level god.

The eighth-level gods felt helpless when they heard this sentence, but they still had to predict.

Just this premonition stunned him.

"what happened?"

He lost his voice in horror.

"what happened?"

Ye Que sneered.

"you you you you……"

The eighth-level god turned pale with fright, and kept backing away.

"I! I! I! I..."

Ye Que was having fun.

"Even if I can't predict you, you can't beat me! Die!"

The eighth-level gods forgot the rules and took the first shot, which meant that this guy's mentality exploded, and without the foresight, it would make him fearful, and he would be prone to impulsiveness when he was afraid.

With this impulse, he lost his composure.

"Ye Gua forced to run!"

"You can't beat it!"

A lot of manpower is very strong.

But Ye Guabi's name of Guabi, did he blow it out?

The guy smiled without saying a word, holding the two heavy wheels with both hands, and took them apart instantly.

His laws of time and space returned again, and the breath of the gods spread out.

Operation started.

Open the Divine Spirit Realm in seconds, a set of combos, including time acceleration, space cutting, counter-storm, dark attack, dark spirit divine comedy and other secret techniques, plus a variety of pupil techniques, also played together.

This guy's unlimited firepower can be played as a thief, and tens of thousands of secret arts can be used in an instant, and all of them are horror-level secret arts mixed with the four major laws.

Many secret techniques are mixed together, like a huge sun, hitting the eighth-level gods.

After performing a set of combos, Ye Gu forced him to close the Divine Spirit Realm and return to the Divine King Realm.

boom!

He landed softly and the real man never looked back to see the explosion.

Get up, walk to Di Xiwei: "Daughter-in-law, what do you want to eat today? I'll go buy some specialties from Universe City for you to eat!"