At this moment I revive the Chinese gods

"You haven't changed at all!" Longcheng's sharp eyes glanced at Zhao Feiyu, and suddenly smiled, "Oh no, you have become stronger, tsk tsk tsk, it's really shocking, who would have thought that the young man in the past could reach the level he is now? Achievement!"

"It seems that the me back then has made you!"

"Oh, I'm also surprised that you have so many saints and even ancient saints fighting for you, but you are only a saint at the sixth level!"

Zhao Feiyu looked up and down at his former formidable enemy, and now he is no longer qualified to be his enemy, but Zhao Feiyu still needs to figure out what is behind it.

"Behind this, I'm afraid there are some shady secrets?"

But Longcheng didn't panic when he heard the words, instead he took it for granted:

"I bear the will of the gods. It is only natural for these mortals to fight for me. What is the secret?"

"Oh? A god?"

Zhao Feiyu was tired of hearing this word recently, and a cold arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth:

"Then let me see, what kind of power your god has bestowed on you, is it enough to fight me!"

The aura of his whole body rose suddenly, and the invisible void around him suddenly twisted under his powerful will, like a huge hand tightly clasping Longcheng's neck.

The key was restrained, Longcheng immediately showed symptoms of difficulty breathing, but he didn't struggle, and even looked like Zhao Feiyu with a mocking look in his eyes.

"You dare not kill me!" He sneered hoarsely, "Because I am still useful to the Celestial Clan, do you think I can infiltrate the Celestial Clan and launch an attack just by relying on the power of the Changshengtang? Everything is the White Tiger Clan's default, they I won't let you kill me like this!"

"Presumably, you know it too!"

"Don't dare to kill you?" Zhao Feiyu smiled coldly: "Do you think I really care about the Celestial Clan?"

"As long as I think about it, crushing you to death is no different from crushing an ant, but since the old lady wants me to save your life, I will not take your dog's life for now!"

"But you have to remember, it's not that I don't dare to kill you, but that I don't care whether I kill you or not!"

His eyes were bright and slightly cold, condescending like a god looking down on an ant: "You are no longer in my eyes!"

After all, as soon as he let go of his hand, Longcheng was thrown down like an abandoned sack.

Hearing this, his eyes suddenly shot a touch of coldness and anger, but it disappeared casually, and said with a sneer: "Then I would like to thank Senior Saint King for not killing me!"

"There is one more thing!" Zhao Feiyu stood up slowly, his tone was unhurried, but his eyes were particularly sharp: "Where did the bell that was taken away by you in the Tianhe plane go?"

"Bell?" Longcheng was taken aback for a moment, then reacted, and said with a smile, "So it's that spirit thing?"

"Forget it, since it's already used up, I'll give it back to you!"

After finishing speaking, there was a flash of light between his cuffs, and with the ringing of the crisp bell, thick mist gushed out from his cuffs.

"Poison gas? You still like to use such indecent tactics!" Zhao Feiyu shook his head indifferently, these inferior things could no longer affect him in the slightest.

The gust of wind howled under his palm, and the heavy fog in the sky was blown away without a trace in an instant, and a golden bell also fell into his hand at the same time.

When he looked up again, Longcheng had disappeared.

"Bug!" Zhao Feiyu shook his head and ignored him.

Looking at the dimly lit spiritual object in his hand, Zhao Feiyu frowned, his divine sense penetrated into it, and immediately sensed the weak consciousness immersed in the spiritual sea.

It's like being drained of power by something, resulting in weak consciousness.

"It's fine!" Zhao Feiyu breathed a sigh of relief, and pinned the bell around his waist.

As long as Jin Ling's consciousness and body are not damaged, but her strength is weak, she can recover slowly by his side.

"It's time to go back now!" Zhao Feiyu looked at the sky, and before he knew it, it was already evening.

I thought I would miss dinner if I didn't go back.

The figure disappeared in a flash.

Under an inaccessible cliff in Zhongtian City, a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared out of thin air, and then a figure condensed out of it.

It was Dragon City!

At this time, his eyes were red, and his face was ferocious, and he punched fiercely on the cliff beside him.

A huge gap of hundreds of meters was blown out where the hand fell. The strength of this strange force is enough to make people speechless!

"Damn Zhao Feiyu, how could you be so strong, how is this possible! How is this possible!" He gritted his teeth, the extreme anger even distorted his face.

"I must become stronger, stronger than all of you!"

"At that time, the entire White Tiger Starfield will be my nourishment!"

"I am, the messenger of God!"

He suddenly raised his eyes and looked into the deep abyss, with an unstoppable longing in his eyes:

"God, give strength to your most devout believers!"

"I will be your spokesperson in this world, and I will be your servant!"

"God, give me strength!"

In the dark depths, it seemed that a pair of blood-red eyes really opened, and looked at him without emotion.

In the Celestial Clan Temple, the old matriarch looked up at the starry sky above his head, his gaze was solemn: "It seems that time is much faster than I imagined!"

"Old Madam, what do you want from me?" At this time, the patriarch Tianci came in respectfully and asked in a deep voice.

"Godsend, winter is approaching, within three months all Qiongqi gates in the White Tiger Starfield will collapse, and then will be the real battle of life and death!"

The old lady said quietly.

"So soon?" Tianci obviously didn't expect the time to be so tight, and turned pale with shock, "Isn't the previous prediction a hundred years later? Why did it suddenly advance to three months?"

"God's will is unpredictable!" The old lady shook her head and said:

"I can feel that there is a stalwart existence in that existence that has begun to set its sights on our world and is promoting the progress of the war!"

"And the first to bear the brunt is our White Tiger Starfield!"

Tianci's expression froze, and he said in a deep voice: "Old Madam, don't worry, all the positions of Qiongqi Gate have been moved to the barren sea of ​​stars in the far east. We have already established a solid white tiger defense line on the front line!"

"I believe that even if the Heavenly Demons attack with all their strength, we will still be able to hold our ground!"

"I'm just afraid..." His expression moved slightly, a little hesitant, "I'm afraid that the Demon God Pillar will descend. If that happens, I'm afraid all our efforts will be in vain!"

The old lady was silent. The coming of the Demon God Pillar was unpredictable. After all, such an existence was beyond their comprehension.