Nalan Jinli was startled.

The feeling of being stared at by a group of gods is really terrifying.

Her little heart was so frightened that it trembled wildly.

"Don't be afraid, that's just a statue of a god." An Bulang comforted him.

Nalan Jinli was still in shock. She took a closer look at the gods in front of her and realized that they would not move at all. They were just lifelike statues. Because the statues contained the power of the gods and even the ways of the gods, they emitted sacred light. This

That makes them look like real gods.

"What, you scared me." Dragon Girl finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She walked up to one of the bearded male gods, stretched out her hand and pulled the male god's beard, and said with a smile: "Oh, it's quite lifelike, it feels very smooth!"

The bearded god blinked: "Why are you pulling on my beard?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

The dragon girl's expression froze, and she looked stupidly at the bearded god in front of her.

She found the bearded god glaring at her...

"ah……!!!"

Nalan Jinli screamed and slapped the bearded god with his backhand.

The bearded god was very fast, and counterattacked with his hands like lightning, clamping the dragon girl's wrist: "Good guy, it's not enough to pull my beard, now you want to slap me in the face?"

The god was angry, and an extremely terrifying aura spread throughout the place, making the dragon girl's heart tremble.

"Stop!" An Bulang moved forward, majestic and powerful divine energy burst out from his palms, grabbing the arm of the god and attacking Nalan Jinli. With a collision of divine energy, it exploded, and cracks appeared on the arm of the god.

The bearded god screamed, and let go of Nalan Jinli's hand, taking a few steps back. The look on his face became surprised, and he looked at the young man in confusion: "You are the one who broke through the divine formation outside.

brat?"

There are a total of eighteen gods in the Temple of Heaven, all looking at An Bulang, with divine power on their faces and scorching eyes, and the fluctuations of the gods are extremely terrifying.

"You said this is a statue?" Nalan Jinli hid behind An Bulang, his face turned pale.

An Bulang was stared at by the eighteen gods. Others would have been so frightened by the coercion of the gods that they would have knelt down on the spot. However, the young man showed no fear and replied directly: "It's me. One person does the work and the other takes responsibility. You guys

What do you want to do?"

The eighteen gods all started to move at this moment. Some of the divine swords were clanging, some of the five elements were flowing, some were holding pipa, some were calm and powerful, some were sitting cross-legged with peaceful expressions, and some had divine lights like

The river is rushing...

Plop!

There was a sound of falling to the ground.

I saw all the gods kneeling down in unison, and the sound of falling to the ground was sonorous and powerful, echoing in the Temple of Heaven.

This scene frightened everyone in Langmeng.

They would never dare to dream of such a high-altitude god kneeling down before them.

The whole place became audible.

Even An Bulang frowned: "What do you want to do?"

He thought these gods were enemies, but in the end they knelt down to him?

The bearded god looked up at An Bulang and said, "I think you have also seen that we are just a statue. To put it more seriously, we are statues with divine power and spiritual charm, and the initial birth of spirits..."

An Bulang nodded calmly.

He knew this when he walked in the door.

Just like weapons can give birth to spiritual wisdom, if these statues are regarded as weapons, it is actually easy to understand that they can give birth to spiritual wisdom after being nourished by divine energy and Shinto for many years.

At this time, a goddess holding a pipa in her hands said softly: "But we have been trapped here for too long. We are bound by the Temple of Heaven. After countless thousands of years, we can only move in the main hall. That feeling is really...

It’s so boring that I want to die…”

"Since you can break through the divine formation, it means that you have power that we cannot reach, and your means are vast... Therefore, I hope you can save us and give us freedom..."

One by one, the gods raised their heads and looked at the young man expectantly.

An Bulang laughed when he heard this: "Interesting... I save you, so what can you give me?"

"Everything is about equal exchange, I understand this." The bearded god nodded, "I believe you have also seen that we have powerful divine power and can serve as your guard..."

An Bulang shook his head immediately: "I don't need guards, you are too weak."

Gods: "???"

Everyone in Langmeng took a breath of cold air.

How dare you say that, the alliance leader, there are a group of gods in front of you!

Although the strength may not be as good as the real gods, the sacred aura makes them respect him naturally, and they will not have any thoughts of disrespect at all. Like An Bulang, they will directly fight against him.

"Hmph! How dare you underestimate us!"

Immediately there was a grumpy god who couldn't stand it anymore.

"I'm going to show you my power now!"

A god suddenly rushed towards An Bulang, his blond hair dancing wildly, his whole body shrouded in golden thunder, moving like thunder, his fist roaring and smashing down on An Bulang, containing the power of a fist that could destroy a hundred thousand mountains.

An Bulang's expression remained unchanged, and with a single wave of his palm, his power turned into a giant wave of ten thousand, which instantly swallowed up the power of the fist that could destroy a hundred thousand mountains, and flooded the golden mountain!

The god felt his fist being bombarded by endless waves, and his supreme fist power was directly swallowed up.

"ah……!"

His arms collapsed and shattered in the next moment, and his body shot backwards like a golden light, hitting a pillar before rolling down to the ground in embarrassment.

"Okay, I've seen your power, now what?"

The young man put away his palms, dressed in white clothes, and asked in a nonchalant manner.

"Pfft..." The blond god was so angry that he spat out another breath of god's energy.

The corners of the bearded god's mouth twitched wildly, and he hurried forward to break up the fight, saying: "Juventus, please calm down, he is our savior, can you respect him?"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong..." Juventus bowed his head and apologized.

In fact, if its combat power were to climb down the Ghost Mountain, it would definitely be the most powerful person at the top, which is why it is so conceited.

Ordinary great men in the tribulation stage might be overjoyed to have eighteen gods acting as guards, but the young man in front of them would not.

Because the young man in front of him represents the pinnacle of the continent, and no one can surpass him in combat power! He doesn't need any protection either.

Would a ferocious tiger find a few wild cats as guards?

"If the value you can bring to me is only this little, then I'm sorry that I can't help you. After all, helping you escape from the Temple of Heaven is not an easy task." An Bulang said calmly.

The young man's indifference did not offend the gods.

All the gods looked at An Bulang with even more expectation.

An Bulang's behavior seems very direct and crude, but it also proves his strength. Only if he can defeat Juventus with every move he makes, will he be more likely to take them out!

"No, no, no, fellow Taoist, please calm down, we have other values." The bearded God said earnestly, "You know that we are statues of gods, but do you know that we are all the Eighteen God Kings of the Valley of Gods in a certain sense?

A continuation of the previous?”

Eighteen God Kings?!

Hearing this name, An Bulang finally became somewhat interested.

The God King is the king of gods. From a level perspective, he is comparable to the true immortals among the immortals.

He carefully looked at the appearance of the statue of the god in front of him, and sure enough he saw a very beautiful goddess king, the Raging God Liulihuo!

"Keep talking." An Bulang said.

"We were created based on the prototypes of the Eighteen God-Kings of the Valley of the Spirits, imbued with various divine powers, and possess the unique divine heritage of the Eighteen God-Kings, mastering various extraordinary ways..."

"For example, my God King Nanhua is good at the Way of Green Wood, King Youwen is good at the Way of Thunder Fighting, King Glaze Fire God is good at killing enemies in angry battles, King Nightshade is good at swordsmanship, King Mingshen is good at the Way of Yin and Yang..." The bearded man

The gods spoke earnestly, "We, the Eighteen God Kings, can help you take a step further on the road to seeking the truth. You can have an extremely glorious future..."

When everyone in the Lang League heard this, their breathing became rapid.

Inheritance, the inheritance of the God King!

And it is the inheritance of the eighteen god kings!

If the news spreads, countless geniuses from top universities will become so enthusiastic that they will go crazy.

This is an immeasurable and huge fairy fate!!

A smile appeared on the face of the God King of Nanhua.

He knew the value of this opportunity and could definitely make these monks tempted.

The inheritance of the God King level, even if it is only a small part of the inheritance, let alone the Hongmeng Continent where immortals do not exist, even if it is the boundless star field of the outside world and the vast universe where all races stand side by side, it can still enable countless top powerhouses.

Crazy for it!
To be continued...