My Little Country

Deep in the sea of ​​time and space far away from the dark continent.

A lifeless continent floating alone.

This is a continent that has already died, and the will of the continent has long since dissipated, making it impossible for this continent to produce native intelligent creatures.

However, on this black and gray ground of the dead mainland, the Pantheon's tens of thousands of temples stood tall on its surface, opening the space-time channel to the Pantheon's secret realm.

The Pantheon Secret World is equivalent to a small sea of ​​time and space, hiding a supercontinent composed of dozens of lost continents.

These lost continents have no morning star wizards.

It is the gods who rule them.

The gods perform a hierarchical theocracy on this supercontinent, and the veterans of the Pantheon divide their respective territories and populations for the gods.

In order to attract other true gods to join, the Pantheon has promised. As long as you join the Pantheon, you can have your own territory and believers on this super continent, so you don’t have to worry about the original continent being overcast by other forces. Helpless.

This is the deepest part of the supercontinent, which is dozens of times the size of the ordinary continent.

The city of the gods of wild hunting is located here.

This is a huge city made of white jade. Tens of millions of residents living in the city are all believers. In addition to eating and sleeping, they are studying the classics of God in the church and participating in large and small prayer meetings. The God of God offered his faith.

Ninety-nine percent of the believers here were born here, and then died here and gave their souls to become the spirit of God.

The whole process is natural and natural, and almost no one will question why this is necessary.

They rightfully accepted the arrangement of the God of Wild Hunt, and even did not even know that it was outside the city of God, outside the continent.

There is also a new world, a new order.

"Ok?"

Above the City of Gods, there is a huge white jade battleship with more than five floors.

Inside the battleship, wrapped in silver-white gilt armor, the hunted **** who only exposed the ice-blue eyes woke up from the sleep. Under the eyes opened, the ice flame flashed a strange light to illuminate the cabin, and then down For an instant.

He understood why his sleep was interrupted.

"The Yanhuang Giants?"

"Son of God? And also mentioned the master who is the greedy eye?"

The God of Wild Hunt began to recall his memory.

After a while, he gently shook his head: "I don't know the origin of the greedy eye."

"Is it true that the Son of God? The greedy eyes really belong to the Yanhuang Giants?"

"According to the information obtained, this... is not impossible."

The God of Wild Hunt chuckled: "It seems to be a strong enemy!"

"However, I dare to get involved in the circle of evil gods and fight for benefits with my Pantheon."

"How can I wait?"

The **** of wild hunting straightened up immediately, and the boundless divine power stopped converging and burst out.

Suddenly, many veterans of the Pantheon realized this divine power and realized that they were summoned by the **** of wild hunting, and they turned into a divine power to gather together.

There is a well-informed true **** secretly guessing that this matter has a high probability to be related to the Son of God.

Evil gods, although not accepted by the Pantheon, have to say that they also follow the path of belief in becoming gods.

Speaking with the Pantheon, they are actually all the way.

Had it not been for the evil gods' chaotic nature, second only to the abyssal will, and the erosion and seizure of the power of faith almost formed an instinct.

The Pantheon and the opponent should have been natural allies against the wizarding system.

Out of interest, or out of nausea, the original intentions of other forbidden forces, the Pantheon is the earliest forbidden-level force in secret to contact and trade with evil spirits.

And quickly obtained amazing benefits from this channel.

Evil gods are confused and amusing most of the time.

However, they still have IQs. After realizing that the transaction is beneficial to themselves, they often have a lot of specialty products from the space and time ocean.

These special products are not very useful for evil spirits, but they are good materials for the gods of the Pantheon.

Every ten years, the transaction makes many real gods eat.

Boom!

The meeting held by the God of Wild Hunt was quickly passed.

Then, it was only a few hours.

An incarnation of the true **** appeared outside the city of miracles.

As soon as this incarnation of the true **** appeared, he was surrounded by a large group of black guards, and there were more professional soul wizards sitting around to avoid everyone being shocked by the spirit of the incarnation of the true god.

"I am the messenger of the Pantheon."

This incarnation of the true **** was a young **** who became the true **** three hundred years ago and then joined the Pantheon.

He wanted to please the **** of wild hunting with all his heart, so upon learning of such a task, he immediately volunteered to take it down.

Then, he was thrown into the space-time vortex by the **** of space and sent directly to the lost continent.

After being weakened by 90%, this incarnation of the true **** successfully landed on this land.

Although the incarnation of the true **** has become a weak chicken, he still proudly raised his neck and shouted loudly:

"I came with the will of the veterans of the Pantheon!"

"Let the Son of God meet me!"

"Pantheon?"

The black guards shook their heads gently, and they hadn't heard the name of the organization.

The wizards changed their color slightly, but they immediately remembered their supreme supreme adult, but even the abyss who was able to bully the screaming lord, suddenly recovered his courage, and was not afraid to look at the incarnation of the true god.

"Well, I don't care if you are the Pantheon or the 100 Million Pantheon. I dare to break through the space barrier and come to the City of Miracles. You are not the first, but it is definitely not the reason why you can get preferential treatment!"

A black guard captain walked in front of the incarnation of the true **** and took out a set of iron chains and shouted.

"Be honest! Be patient!"

"Hah?" The incarnation of the true **** forced him: "You lowly things, I represent the Pantheon!"

boom!

The voice of the incarnation of the true **** did not fall, and several black clothing guards around him ran into the extraordinary aura to control him, and then tied it with an iron chain like a dumpling.

A piece of magic tape was attached to the mouth of the incarnation of the true god, making his angry eyes crimson and his hair standing.

But he has nothing to do with the black guards~www.wuxiaspot.com~He is just an incarnation, and he is also a weak chicken incarnation that has been stripped of his strength because of the forced arrival.

The remaining divine power is difficult to maintain this body, let alone cast a spell.

Forcibly casting self-defense is certainly feasible.

Of course, this true **** did not have the courage to explode. Although the incarnation was lost, it was lost. However, the major event of the Pantheon was mistaken, and this true **** would never dare.

He had to keep hatred in his heart, and he was dragged by the black guards and thrown into an ice storage.

As for the news that he wanted to see Xiao Yu.

Of course, the black guards did not dare to depress it, and they reported it up immediately.

just.

Xiao Yu is no longer in the city of miracles at the moment.

After scraping away a large number of treasures from the dark continent and the glorious continent, Xiao Yu has already returned to the real world again.