MTL - Shadow Hack-v2 Chapter 876 spendthrift
Chapter 876: Defeated
The four chiefs looked at Li Yunmu with calm faces. From the moment they entered the door, they didn't look at Luo Ju with only one breath left, as if he was not a descendant of the Big Four.
Only a strong man with a middle-aged appearance standing behind the leaders of the four races came to the front and looked at Luo Ju with blood on his face, a trace of grief appeared on his face. The middle-aged person looked for a long time, and turned his attention to Li Yunmu's body. There was a hint of killing in his eyes, and he did not hide at all.
"Six ancestors, the old Frost, the elders of the Luo Dai tribe. I want to ask you, what is wrong with my son Luo Ju, what you want to do!
Li Yunmu looked at Roche, who looked like a middle-aged man, and saw the power of his giant hands surging, and said with a chuckle: "What did Luo make wrong? Do n’t you know as a father? Do n’t you know the big four? If you do n’t know, what are you twenty or so divine houses going straight to here? "
Xiu Jue stood in front of him, looked at Li Yunmu, and said with a smile in his face: "I just waited for four of them to feel that two new divine residences have been born in the territorial realm. I want to bring some elders to congratulate me. After all, they are from Shura City. I did n’t see my head looking down. I did n’t expect that the Sixth Ancestor was really willing ... ”
Without saying anything, Xiu Jue looked at the mouse and old ghost behind Li Yunmu, and felt a twitch in his heart. It was originally for the Luo Dai tribe ’s children. Who knew that when they entered the realm of the tribe, they felt the breath of two new divine residences. This made the hearts of the four tribe leaders tight, and they were puzzled. Li Yunmu had just got the hand. The power of the Five Doubts of Faith has actually given others God.
When he got to the place, Xiujue saw the mouse, remembering that he was the little cricket who ran into the room before. Only a few moments later, this young man became a mansion from a mortal. The weight of faith needed for this should be a fight.
Look at the thick, burly old ghost next to the mouse, Xiujue pumped in his heart. Creating these two divine residences requires at least two buckets of faith.
The power of these two buckets of faith is the weight of a family each year. When the four races came to power, the two forces of faith were divided. One of them was also dedicated to the ancestors.
The first ancestors only had one fight, and now they were held by this prodigal to two ordinary people.
It's just ... a prodigal.
"What's your resentment, unlike the four major clans of yours, I have separated out the clans and gave all the resources to the clans, but turned over this scum. As long as the children of my family do well and contribute, What is the power of these beliefs. "Li Yunmu said indifferently, the words and sentences are all in the four groups.
Now I'm not afraid that the four chiefs are angry and cause trouble. I was afraid the four chiefs would be calm.
This remark made it clear that the wife and Duo Ming who stood beside Li Yunmu calmed down. When twenty-odd gods came to the house just now, they almost scared out a cold sweat.
The divine residence was their dream state, but more than twenty divine residences appeared in front of them.
"Six ancestors, what you said is not correct. The local people have the rules of the local people, and the four big groups naturally have the rules of the four big groups. In the local people, there may be no distinction between their children, but all of them It is clear and clear. There are many children of the four major ethnic groups. If each of them must become a god, where is the power of faith. What's more, if the pure blood line and the mottled side line are equal, the entire city of Shura It's going to be messy. "
The tibetan patriarch's temple is swaying in shape, like a thin willow in the wind. Step by step, Lilian stepped in front of Li Yunmu, stretched out his hand to cover the face that had been covered by gauze, and made a snickering motion, said with a smile.
The words fell, and the Tipa patriarch looked at his wife with a pair of phoenixes, his voice chilling instantly.
"As a child of the Tipa tribe, don't go back to the tribe, and come here to make fun of it. You sent messengers to return to the tribe before, but you didn't leave. This matter, wait for the Hui tribe to count with you slowly."
Talking, a strong divine coercion erupted in the body of the Tipa patriarch, and ran directly in front of his wife. That divine power is five or six points more powerful than the divine power of the rats, which is completely the difference between eggs and pebbles.
Shen Wei hadn't reached his wife, Li Yunmu reached out, and it seemed that Shen Wei had hit an invisible wall and dissipated instantly. The lady standing behind was secretly relieved. If this **** came, she would at least be injured.
"This lady has been separated from the Tepo tribe, and is a son of my native tribe. You can't control her. My first ancestor is in front of you, and you dare to take a shot, you are not brave."
Li Yunmu put down his hands and exchanged rituals, throwing out a faint divine power and hitting the Tepa clan chief.
The divine power dangled, like the sick old man, flying slowly.
The three patriarchs did not care at all when they saw this weak power. The hearts of the three people despised Li Yunmu, and it turned out that they were repaired by the ancestors using the power of faith to repair the divine residence. The might of the mighty attack was so weak that the strength of the soul couldn't keep up.
The four patriarchs who had fought alone in the Colosseum previously depended on the exercises taught by the Father and God.
Seeing the divine power running slowly towards her, the Tipa clan chief showed a hint of irony under his mouth. This kind of weak divine power, even if it is not blocked, hits the body like itching. She deliberately stretched out her white-skinned left hand, reaching out to crush the divine power in her hand.
The moment the jade hand stretched out, the faint divine power seemed to be stimulated, and the speed soared, like a mad wild dog pounced on it, sticking to the palm of the Tipa clan chief's palm, bursting out of power.
Bang bang.
After three loud bangs, the jade hand of the Tipa clan turned black, like poison. She hadn't responded yet, and this mighty power stuck and burst open. There is a hint of evil in this bursting divine power, and it directly invades the entire palm.
The divine power broke out in her body, and the divine power surged in the flesh, directly toward the poisoned palm. Suddenly, under the full attack of the divine power, the invading evil spirit was forced out and dissipated in mid-air.
"The sixth ancestor turned out to have this Yin hand, why is this!" The patriarch of Tibo looked at the white hand that had restored whiteness, his eyes were frozen, and Yin and Yang said strangely.
There was a hint of vigilance in his tone. After the faint divine power erupted just now, there was a hint of evil in it, from yin to evil. There is only a trace of loss. If there is more evil, I am afraid she will also suffer.
This evil spirit is definitely due to the exercises given by the Father and God. The hint of contempt that had disappeared long ago in the hearts of the Tipa patriarchs was nothing but vigilance. As the patriarch of the four major tribes, she practiced nature until she became a demi using the power of faith to become a god.
(End of this chapter)
