As long as there is blood, the gods will kill you

"Whoever realizes the big dream first, I know it all my life."

"Have a good sleep in the spring in the thatched cottage, the sun is shining outside the window... Qin Yu, Hill, good morning."

Jiang You yawned and looked at the two girls in front of him.

One to the left and one to the right, looking at him with unblinking eyes.

"What's wrong?" Jiang You asked.

"Lord, on you."

"On the body?"

Jiang You lowered his head and looked into his palm.

The brightness of several pure white textures gradually dims and disappears, looking noble and elegant, full of mystery and strange beauty.

"Fuck."

Jiang You felt his head buzzing.

What else could this white pattern be, the texture of a god!

He quickly opened his chest a little.

I saw that the white lines that had always existed on the chest, like flames, expanded several times at this moment, spreading from the Dantian to the surrounding areas.

The neck, arms...are all implicated!

The Roasted Chicken God and the unknown god behind the Fantasy Flame Tribe, do the dual divine patterns support each other? ?

Jiang You's head was buzzing.

At first glance, it seems that it is just a cosmetic change and does not affect his ability to use it.

But this is the terrifying thing about the power of the gods.

Subtly, unconsciously.

The body and mind will slowly be completely assimilated by the gods and become divine creatures.

[You fall into a long sleep, and in a state of near coma, you resonate with the "personality"]

[You have gained a lot and can notice the improvement in strength, but while improving, something special seems to be invading your body]

[You are surprised to find that this is the power of lines from the gods! 】

["Divine Patterns" can show different abilities according to different gods. Even the weakest "Divine Patterns" are still powerful]

[The longer the creature is invaded by "divine patterns", the more it will transform into a divine creature, without exception]

[You realize that you seem to be the exception]

"what?"

I found a hammer?

Jiang You was stunned.

When he saw the front, he felt a chill in his heart. But when he saw the back, it didn't seem as miserable as he imagined?

The text on the light screen ended here, and Jiang You always felt as if he had been cut out of context by a dog author.

You should write clearly why I am an exception.

Isn't this what you kid discovered? Can you explain it in a few more lines?

Jiang You kept shouting in his heart, but the light curtain remained motionless.

"host?"

Seeing his expression change, Qin Yu spoke cautiously.

"I am fine."

Jiang You breathed a sigh of relief and had to temporarily withdraw his random guesses.

Glancing at the position of the ancient commander, the remains were still piled there.

The sixth-level physique gives it the quality of not decaying after death. At least it will never decay in a short period of time, but it just looks lifeless.

"Jiang, how is your recovery going?" Hill asked.

"What's the status..."

Jiang You clenched his fist.

With full power brewing in the body, with a slight thought, one can use the shadow of death or the flexible particles of flame light.

"There is too little energy. If more energy can be swallowed, perhaps the recovery will be better." He said.

"Where's Commander Bigu?" Hill asked again.

Jiang You made an estimate and said, "It should be able to hit a dozen or so. If it explodes into that second stance, it may not be able to hit too many at the same time, six or seven?"

Turtle.

Is this called not being able to fight too many at the same time?

How much is too much?

The Holy Master of Arcane cannot even fight seven or eight in that state.

Hill was speechless.

"Don't compare me with the Arcane Lord." Jiang You saw what she was thinking. "It seeks refuge in the gods, which reduces the power of the holy flame. Otherwise, I can fight more."

Thinking of this, Jiang You suddenly had some additional ideas.

The manual says...he is "exceptional."

So can he just ignore the divine patterns and knead the person of the executioner together?

On second thought, it doesn't seem to work.

Regardless of whether he is affected or not, the divine pattern itself will affect the personality.

Forced fusion, if the core of the executioner is contaminated, he will be the one to regret it.

Jiang You no longer thinks wildly.

Stand up from the floor and stretch.

The crisp sound like crackling beans is endless.

The fatigue caused by deep sleep is relaxed by this movement.

"How long have I been asleep?" he asked.

"Two months," Hill replied.

"so long?"

Jiang You concentrated, "Did something happen to the Purple Spirit Clan and the Huanyan Clan?"

"I briefly inquired about it. Both clans are dealing with the aftermath of the war. The Purple Spirit clan is suffering from the spread of death and the injuries to several leaders; the core star flame area of ​​the Fantasy Flame clan has been destroyed, and all the previous saint masters have died. I can’t control it anymore.”

Good guy.

This wave is really a lose-lose situation.

The main thing is that none of them fall into place.

"Do they have any plans to seek revenge from me?" Jiang You asked.

"Some members of the Purple Spirit Clan want to take this opportunity to hunt you down, some want to let it go, and some want to remain neutral."

This is true.

After a pause, Hill added, "But compared to them, our clan's overall attitude is relatively clear."

"How do you say that?" Jiang You raised his eyebrows.

"Kill you at all costs and take back the Holy Flame."

After Hill finished speaking, the shadow space was quiet for a moment.

"At all costs?" Jiang You looked carefully, his brows gradually furrowed, "Have they come during this time?"

"No, it's just a plan. I went to check some time ago and it looked like this. I don't know if the plan has changed now." Hill replied.

"Let me check it out in person." Jiang You made up his mind.

Hill tried to open his mouth several times, but no words came out.

Seeing him getting up and leaving, she finally couldn't help it and said, "Jiang, what are you going to do next?"

Jiang You paused slightly.

Then a voice came to her ears, "Go back, go back to your tribe, and try to make as many people surrender as possible."

-

"Would you really kill them?"

In the space passage, Qin Yu asked aloud.

"I don't know." Jiang You sighed, "It depends on whether they are a smart race. The Phantom Flame Clan can control so many subordinate races. I can't give it a try."

"I don't think you are someone who would destroy a civilization." Qin Yu answered truthfully.

"Really? I used to think that I didn't look like a person who could kill at will."

Jiang You smiled lightly.

Hill thought for a while and didn't know how to answer.

"Let's go see the Purple Spirit Clan first. How do you think they are doing now?" Jiang You asked.

"Maybe still cleaning up the mess?"

While the two were talking, the space passage was about to be completed.

Light emerged from the exit little by little, and after crossing over, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

Purple aura filled the surroundings.

This is a substance unique to the Purple Spirit Clan's domain, a special void particle.

As far as the eye can see, the Ziling territory is slightly smaller than the Fantasy Flame tribe's territory, and he is still some distance away from the nearest territory.

The strength of a single commander is slightly inferior to that of the Holy Lord, and the number of overall commanders is also a few fewer.

After that day's battle, the Purple Spirit Clan is now in disarray.

Jiang You glanced around, suddenly felt something in his heart, and looked in a certain direction.

There, there is some kind of special supernatural being peeking out.

Jiang You flew away.

The speed is getting faster and faster, passing through areas one after another, breaking through the clouds, and standing in the void.

Below, there are neatly organized Purple Spirit Tribe warriors and Purple Spirit Tribe leaders.

"Surrender, or perish."

Jiang You's voice was not loud and spread downwards.

The body was burning with a steady fire.

The leader of the first month seemed to be only a quarter healed, and the extensive injuries on his body were far from healed.

The two sides just looked at each other.

clatter——

Commander Yue drew out the sword from his waist.

People from the Purple Spirit clan around here also drew their weapons.

The two sides looked at each other again.

long silence.

click...

The next second, Commander Yue knelt on one knee, inserted the long sword at his side, and lowered his head slightly.

Immediately afterwards, countless Ziling clan members made the same move.

The armor pieces rubbed against the armor pieces, and then hit the ground.

The rumbling sound is endless...