I lived two hundred years

Chapter 502 Son of the Gods
"Because of this self-destructing false holy emblem?" Shen Lang shook his head and said, "You don't have to worry about it at all. This thing may be a problem for others, but for me, it's just a matter of effort."

"I……"

Lian Wu seemed to be moved by Shen Lang's words, her eyes flickered.

Without waiting for her to respond, Shen Lang snapped his fingers.

A click.

The necklace split open under Lian Wu's shocked gaze and fell to the ground.

"It looks so much better this way."

Shen Lang caressed Lian Wu's cheek, but she grabbed her wrist.

"Mr. Stryker, I didn't promise you."

"Don't agree? That's a pity."

Shen Lang turned and left.

"Then, see you later."

"Wait a minute. My young master..."

"Isn't there still that adult? Let him come to me."

As Shen Lang said, he flew away from the Tiger Pavilion, stepped on the roof, and headed towards the City Lord's Mansion.

"What should we do now?"

Chisha looked at the back of Shen Lang leaving, and asked Yishan King.

"If you want to stop him, go ahead. Don't ask me. Anyway, I won't seek abuse. I like challenges, but I don't like courting death."

There was a shrewd look on Yishan King's ferocious face.

"You guys are not on. Of course I will continue to hide in the dark."

Chisha laughed, not ashamed, but proud.

In the city lord's mansion, King Caesar and a young woman with white hair who looked like a fairy were also looking at this side.

"Are you going to let Stryker go to the Heritage Pavilion?"

The white-haired young woman looked suspiciously at King Caesar who was dancing around.

"That would have been him."

King Caesar smiled and said nothing more.

The white-haired young woman stared at him suspiciously for a long while.

"You are not such a person."

"What kind of person am I?"

King Caesar laughed.

"You're a bastard who won't let it go until you've drained the value out of other people."

"So I am such a person." King Caesar touched his cheek.

"Don't pretend to be crazy. What on earth are you up to?"

"Why are you so nervous? Did you fall in love with this kid?"

"What nonsense. I just want him to tailor a god-level holy emblem for me." The white-haired young woman snorted coldly, "This is my last hope to advance to the god-level, and no one can stop me."

"You should think of other ways." King Caesar restrained his smile and said seriously.

"what happened?"

The white-haired young woman also involuntarily became serious.

She has an irresistible relationship with King Caesar and often fights, and it is rare to see King Caesar like this.

"The grown-up is here."

As soon as King Caesar finished speaking, a ray of white light fell from the sky, and it just fell in front of Shen Lang, blocking his way.

In the white light, a blond man with six wings on his back landed slowly.

He is so handsome, like the embodiment of all the good things in the world, born to be the focus of the world, the darling of all things.

"Son of the gods! How could he come here at this time?"

The white-haired young woman looked shocked.

"Huang Sha took a picture and died. The life and death of Mr. Xishan is uncertain. Isn't that enough?"

King Caesar said it as a matter of course.

The white-haired young woman shook her head: "Not enough. He is the president of the Seven Gods Priory. Every movement will affect the nerves of countless people. A subordinate and a disciple don't have this weight."

"Don't forget, Stryker is a quasi-god-level holy emblem maker."

King Caesar reminded the other party.

Only then did the white-haired young woman suddenly realize: "It turned out that he wanted to eliminate dissidents, prevent Stryker from making new god-level holy emblems, reduce the possibility of others being promoted to god-level, and let the Seven Gods Priest Society continue to dominate."

After finishing speaking, the white-haired young woman's complexion suddenly became abnormally ugly, as if she wanted to rush out immediately and teach the sons of the gods a lesson.

She wants to rely on Shen Lang to hit the god level, but the son of the gods wants to destroy her chance, how can she tolerate it?

"Don't be impulsive. Our World Alliance is nothing in the eyes of the Seven Gods Priory. You can't tear yourself apart with him, and going out will only increase your troubles."

King Caesar quickly grabbed the white-haired young woman.

"The Priory of the Seven Gods!"

The white-haired young woman recited the name fiercely, but did not go out after all.

The roof not far from Xinshicheng City Lord's Mansion.

Shen Lang looked at the son of the gods who suddenly blocked the way, and turned around without saying a word.

The elegant expression of the son of the gods paused for an instant, his figure flickered, and he stood in front of Shen Lang again.

"You want to stop me?"

Only then did Shen Lang look straight at the son of the gods.

The Son of the Gods smiled and said, "Isn't this obvious?"

"Then tell me earlier." Shen Lang said dissatisfied, "Is it interesting to stand in front of others and pretend to be cool?"

The son of the gods couldn't help but snorted coldly, "Strike, do you know who you're talking to?"

"I don't know." Shen Lang looked past the son of the gods and looked at the City Lord's Mansion, as if he had no patience to talk nonsense with him.

"If you want to annoy me with this, congratulations, you succeeded."

The Son of the Gods squinted his eyes, and a white light appeared in his palm, jumping like a flame.

"However, you will never want to know the end of angering me."

"A lot of nonsense."

Shen Lang curled his lips, and a door suddenly appeared, revealing the deep darkness behind the door, under the hood, swallowing the children of the gods.

As soon as he turned around, the son of the gods disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Wasting my time."

Shen Lang shook his head, and continued to head towards the Inheritance Pavilion.

However, he failed to take a few steps.

A violent spatial fluctuation came from him.

With a crash, as if the glass was broken, the space around Shen Lang suddenly cracked, and a figure flew out of it.

"You... dammit!"

The son of the gods had a hideous face and roared at Shen Lang.

The white light like a flame exploded on Shen Lang's body, engulfing him.

Wherever the white light reaches, life, energy, matter, spirit, soul, etc. all lose their meaning.

Only flame is the only existence in this world.

White light, white flame.

The extinguishment of the flame is the disappearance of a certain existence.

That is not the fire of life, but the imprint of existence.

As long as the flame disappears, the traces of the other party's past existence will also disappear.

Even his own existence is gone, so naturally he can't die anymore.

The second time he faced this kind of power, Shen Lang was still amazed by it.

This method of forced obliteration is quite subtle, even if it is used by a shattering master like Yuming Xuanhuang, it will inevitably be a little uncoordinated.

The Son of the Gods has no troubles in this regard at all.

This is the power of his holy emblem, as if instinctively, without any flaws, without any jerky.

This is exactly the strength of the Holy Emblem.

Although he lost the ever-changing methods of practitioners, he could easily reach the ultimate in a certain direction.

"It's naive to want to kill me like this."

Shen Lang sneered, and the ring in his hand shone brightly.

The collision between the power of the holy emblem of the god-level holy emblem and the power of the holy emblem of the god-level, is it Shen Lang's reappearance of the previous victory, or is the son of the gods changing the situation and revealing the true power of the god-level holy emblem?
(End of this chapter)