Physical Push! You Call This A Necromancer?

Looking at the muscular man's eager eyes, Yang Xiangdi shuddered.

He never thought that he could be admired by others without burning fat.

Yang Xiangdi looked down at his 400-jin figure, and the pestle stood up like a pig, and three folds could be seen in two steps, and the aunt who bought vegetables would say that the boss was half-flapping when she saw it.

Can this be considered fat? Does the neuropathy in front of me have any misunderstanding of Wei Fat?

"Can't make it! Farewell!!"

Yang Xiangdi turned around and ran away, he didn't like bayonet fighting.

With the fusion of the five elements, Yang Xiangdi's several hundred kilograms body just disappeared in front of the muscular man.

The muscular man rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"It's weird, am I seeing a ghost?"

The muscular man scratched his head, and after thinking to no avail, he began to show his muscles again, trying to get the attention of the envoy in the bronze temple.

After Yang Xiangdi returned to Ma Fei and the two, he told them his guess.

Ma Fei was very shocked when he heard this, and then his expression also changed, and the originally dignified and worried expression became relieved.

"Okay, since he's safe, I'm leaving!"

Ma Fei put away the worry-free sword, turned around and left.

He didn't want to see Qiao Yu, and he didn't think about what kind of state he should be in to meet Qiao Yu.

It was okay just now, and he could even say that he came here to save Qiao Yu.

But now that Qiao Yu didn't look like he was in danger, Ma Fei naturally couldn't persuade himself to stay.

"Ma Fei..."

Yang Xiangdi raised his hand hesitantly, but after thinking about it, he still put it down.

This matter still has to wait for Ma Fei to figure it out.

"I'm sorry, Yang Xiangdi, I will try my best to make Ma Fei figure it out." Zhao Ziyue gave an apologetic look, and then quickly caught up with Ma Fei.

"All right, let him figure it out more, maybe he will figure it out."

Yang Xiangdi waved his hand with a helpless expression.

Don't persuade others to be kind without others suffering.

Only Ma Fei himself knows the entanglement and discomfort in Ma Fei's heart.

All he can do is to silently give Ma Fei some care.

Inside the Bronze Temple.

Qiao Yu still didn't respond, as if he had taken root in place, he stood motionless and turned into a clay sculpture.

His eyes were closed tightly, but at this moment his mind was in chaos!

The scene in his mind continued to evolve. After the huge titan split through the darkness, one after another ferocious and terrifying demon gods appeared, and the strength of each one made Qiao Yu feel suffocated!

Qiao Yu vaguely felt that even a holy rank would be as weak as a baby in front of these demon gods.

However, none of these terrifying demon gods could hold an axe in front of that titan!

When the titan strikes with an axe, a Demon God will be cut off.

Each ax contained the purest physical power, making Qiao Yu fascinated by it.

He never thought that a pure physical body could be so powerful, this is the most primitive law of force!

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years.

Those demon gods with ferocious faces and monstrous aura were all beheaded by the titan one by one.

A vast and boundless aura spread out, rushing straight into Qiao Yu's mind.

"Law power law?"

Qiao Yu muttered to himself, with his current strength, he simply cannot grasp the power of the law.

However, the groundbreaking scene in the five-color altar undoubtedly pointed out a clear path for Qiao Yu, and his use of his physical power has been improved to a higher level at this moment.

With her eyes closed, Qiao Yu tightly grasped the Candle Dragon Yanyue Knife, as if she had been guided by the dark, and gently swiped forward.

Boom!

This time, it wasn't just the void, even the five-color altar in front of Qiao Yu was split in half!

The scholar ghost's pupils shrank sharply, and under the influence of this knife, even his ghost body dimmed a bit, but his face was filled with uncontrollable ecstasy.

"One of the ten laws of ancient times...the law of strength! Although it's just a peek at the leopard and has no mastery at all, this kid is only high-level. What kind of terrifying talent is this, and the son of a god is nothing more than this?" The scholar ghost muttered to himself.

After slicing the knife, Qiao Yu suddenly opened his eyes, the eyes gleaming with brilliance!

He vaguely felt that even if he didn't use other means, he could still wrestle with Wang Jie with his physical body alone!

"Scholar ghost, how much time has passed?" Qiao Yu asked.

"Well, not long ago, about a quarter of an hour." The scholar ghost slightly tilted his head and replied.

"Only a quarter of an hour?"

Qiao Yu clicked his tongue a little. The scene that evolved in his mind made him feel that thousands of years had passed, but in reality only a quarter of an hour had passed?

Then, when Qiao Yu caught a glimpse of the five-color altar that had been split in half out of the corner of his eye, he froze for a moment, and then let out a heart-piercing howl.

"Who the hell did this? I curse him for giving birth to a son without Piyan!"

This five-color altar is obviously a super baby, and Qiao Yu wondered which prodigal son could split this thing in half.

"Do you think there is a possibility that this was done when you closed your eyes and swung the knife just now?" the scholar ghost said faintly.

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"...It turned out that I did it, so it's okay." Qiao Yu pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, such a good baby, it would be a lie to say that she doesn't feel sorry.

But fortunately, he has already deeply engraved the scene of the huge titan splitting the boundless darkness with an ax just now in the bottom of his heart.

It's just that the power contained in that ax is too profound, and Qiao Yu can't understand it now, so he can only study it slowly in the future.

"Okay! Since there is still time, let's have some fun~" Qiao Yu turned from worry to joy, with a kind smile on his face, and a bold idea in his heart.

Taking advantage of the perception of power just now, Qiao Yu spread this power towards the outside of the bronze hall while it was hot.

Outside the bronze hall, the eyes of everyone who felt the power instantly widened.

Everyone stretched their necks and waited. They all had an intuition that the successor of Hermes, the envoy of the gods, would be settled soon!

Sure enough, an ethereal and majestic voice soon came from the hall.

"The selection of inheritors begins! Those who practice spears, step forward!"

When Kyle heard this, the expression on his face was first stunned, and then uncontrollable ecstasy. Among the four royal ranks present, he was the only one who was a gun repairman!

What he didn't realize was that behind him, Xing Cang and Meng Qing looked at each other quietly, their eyes were full of haze.

The voice in the hall sounded again.

"Those who have reached the king rank will enter the palace!"

Kyle was even more joyful when he heard the words, his breathing became very rapid, and he could even clearly hear the sound of his heart beating wildly.

The inheritance of Hermes, one of the Twelve Lord Gods! It's about to fall into my own hands! I really am the Son of Destiny!

Kyle didn't hesitate anymore, he pushed open the door of the main hall and walked in, and then the door of the Bronze Hall closed suddenly! Keep everyone else out, and no one knows what's going on inside the Bronze Temple.

"Hello God Envoy! I am the son of the God Emperor of the Western Alliance! Kyle Robert! Level 42 King Rank Spear Repair! It is a great honor to be your inheritor."

Kyle suppressed the excitement in his heart, and performed a very standard western aristocratic etiquette towards the translucent figure in the center of the hall.

Unexpectedly, the translucent figure grinned at him.

"Become my inheritor? You are not worthy, but I appreciate you very much, and I can accept you as my lackey."

Kyle was stunned by the sudden change. Before he could react, the translucent figure spoke again, and this time the voice became majestic and ethereal again.

"The altar of the envoy of God is broken! The master of the inheritance has appeared! My remnant soul should also dissipate! May the master of the inheritance, Kyle Robert, make good use of the powerful power of my Hermes to benefit the world!"