Six Gods

Chapter 211 God's Abode Realm Yin God!
The tide rises and falls, and the waves crash on the dark yellow sandy beach

On the shadowy bridge like a paper tie, with a white face and bright red rouge painted on their cheeks, a group of weird paper figurines came down from the bridge on tiptoe.

Coming down from the Yin Bridge, [-] paper figurines with stiff smiles on their faces lined up on both sides, like servants respectfully welcoming the existence that has not yet appeared behind.

Bright red cloth strips were hung on both sides of the Yin Bridge, and the sound of tick-tock music was played, with a loud and clear but cold and dead tone.

Hearing the burst of music, Song Ge's expression changed, and he stepped forward slowly to protect Xiang Yuan firmly behind him.

Sensing Song Ge's defense and solemnity, Xiang Yuan clenched his fists.

Bad visitor...

The sound of playing music was getting closer and closer, and gradually came to the bridge.

On the same white horse like a paper tie, one wears a purple gold crown with hair inlaid on his head, a red brocade robe embroidered in Suzhou, a colorful silk and white jade belt around his waist, and small court boots with blue satin and white soles dressed like a groom. The official man looked at Song Ge from the air with a slight smile on his face.

The man who looked like a bridegroom was sitting on a paper horse, his slender body was straight, his whole body was plump and handsome, with a special kind of nobility.

But that face alone ruined this almost perfect noble temperament.

The face is painted with white powder, the mouth is sandalwood red, the willow-leaf eyebrows are drawn, the light pink rouge is painted, and the red phoenix eyes are full of charm.

"Song Ge, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

The groom with a soft face sat on a paper horse, raised his orchid fingers, covered his lips and smiled softly, and spoke softly to the livid Song Ge.

Seeing this feminine bridegroom officer, Xiang Yuan felt chills all over his body, and felt nauseous and wanted to vomit: "Old Song, do you know this thing?"

"Sen Chuanhai, the leader of the third-class Yinshen Council, the Yinshen of Shenjujing."

"The Yin God of God's Living Realm..." His eyes changed slightly, and Xiang Yuan's breath was concentrated.

During the year on the isolated island, Song Ge also briefly explained the situation of Yinshen to him.

There are two ways for the birth of Yin God:

One is to be born directly from a sufficiently strong yin vein
The second is that there are yin ghosts who are promoted step by step and become yin gods.

There is no essential difference between the Yin gods born in these two ways, at most, the latter has more tempering experience and more mature mind and wisdom.

The realm of the Yin God is divided into three layers: the body of the gods, the dwelling of the gods, and the kingdom of the gods.

After condensing the blood of the real body, the Yin God in the Divine Body Realm can multiply races, assimilate other races, and become Yin races.

The yin god in the divine residence can build a divine dwelling in his own underworld, and stand there like a statue. Even if his real body dies and turns into dust, as long as there is enough power in the divine dwelling, he can be resurrected and walk out of it, and live another life.

The yin god Nielong who was killed by Xiang Yuan with the Wushuang ghost experience card before is the existence of the god's dwelling place. Originally, after the evil dragon was killed, he could be resurrected from the god's dwelling.

But helplessly, the big brother in the equipment column was too domineering, directly crushing and shattering the protective power of Shenju, refining the soul and body of the evil dragon into equipment.

As a result, it failed to be resurrected smoothly, and tragically fell into Xiang Yuan's hands.

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The world where the Yin Gods exist is called the Yin God Kingdom. This is a space where no ordinary creatures exist at all, and only the Yin Gods and their Yin clan subordinates live in it.

The Yin Gods cooperate with each other to form a small group called the Yin God Council, and the strongest among them serves as the chairman of the council.

Among the five members of the Yinshen Council, it is the first class.

A council composed of ten Yin gods is a second-class council, and so on.

For example, the council composed of the three yin gods, the Dreamweaving Yarn, the Two-Handed Dragon King, and the Huhan Shadow, is the lowest first-class council, and the Dreamweaving Yarn is the chairman of the council.

Above the Yinshen Council is the highest authority of the Yinshen Kingdom - the Yinshen Court.

Only the Yin God who is above the second-class council leader is allowed to join the Yin God Court. It commands the order and majesty of the entire Yin God Kingdom, and Song Ge doesn't even know how strong the Supreme Yin God is.

All I know is that when the last human king was still on the throne, he once slapped the supreme yin god Yaokong, and the outcome was tied.

But it was precisely because of that contest of no victory or defeat that the human king was worried that Yin Shenting would come out in full force, so he took the risk of fusing the blood of fierce ancients to enhance his combat power.

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"Yin god of the god of the gods, old Song, can you beat it?" The feminine bridegroom sitting on the paper horse had a shallow breath, although he knew that the other party was the third-class council leader in command of the fifteen gods of the gods, the god of the gods.

Xiang Yuan didn't know whether Song Ge was the other party's opponent, so he could only ask in a low voice.

"Of course I can't beat it. I haven't fully recovered yet, and there is no one in ten of my strength." Answering Xiang Yuan in a low voice, Song Ge clenched the Chidan spear in his hand.

Facing this tricky guy, he needs to be cautious.

"Besides, Sen Chuanhai is as good as Long Yang. Don't look at him as a dog now, he can do anything wrong with his hands."

"Then what to do?"

"What else can I do, I can only do my best."

Xiang Yuan and Song Ge muttered and discussed tactics in low voices. The Yin God Sen Chuanhai on the opposite side lightly reined in the reins, and the paper horse under him started to walk forward with stiff steps.

Tuk tuk, tuk tuk—

It was obviously a paper horse, but the dull sound of hooves sounded like a tall horse weighing hundreds of catties.

"Don't discuss it anymore, Song Ge, you are still seriously injured, and I'm afraid you won't be able to display all of your combat power.

As for the human kid next to you... Although his appearance is a little bad, his sturdy and small body is really likable. "

Staring at Xiang Yuan with green eyes, Sen Chuanhai wiped the drool from his mouth without any trace.

"Be good and don't resist. I can be gentle. Otherwise, you can't stand it."

Covering her mouth with a gesture of a little daughter, Mori Chuanhai's series of actions made the eyes of the two big men of the human race turn red.

I can't wait to rush straight up and stuff this unmasculine head into his ass.

"It seems that today either she died or she died."

It's impossible to just catch him without a fight like this. Song Ge lightly tapped his bold spear in his hand, and the surging golden sun fire enveloped his whole body. The upper body of the martial arts exuding fierce and domineering aura was full of energy and blood, and the wolf smoke billowed!
"Sen Chuanhai may not be the only one here, I may not have time to take care of it in a fight, you have to be careful!"

Raising his state to the extreme, completely turning into a golden armored warrior Song Ge, a reminder came from the slightly ferocious visor.

Nodding his head, Xiang Yuan stretched out his hand to touch the big red gun, and Platinum Glory instantly blessed the big gun, and looked up at Song Ge seriously: "It's up to you!"

"Hahaha, don't worry!" Amused by Xiang Yuan's little humor, Song Ge laughed a few times, stomped on both feet, smashed the hundred meters of ground, and rushed away with a gun.

"You're so bad, it looks like I'm going to grind you out later." Biting his lips, Sen Chuanhai hummed dissatisfiedly, and turned sideways to the eighteen paper figures behind him, "Go and catch that human boy!" stand up.

"Of course." The eighteen paper figurines leaned forward, turned into eighteen strange white shadows and swooped out.

The sun fire roared, and the golden light surged!
It seemed as if a majestic sun had risen in the entire dark-yellow desert, with its vast rays of light illuminating all things and suppressing all evils.

Bathed in the golden flame sun, Mori Chuanhai narrowed his eyes slightly, black smoke billowed all over his body, and the yin energy in his body was rapidly evaporating under the impact of this extremely yang force.

"It's really an annoying power." After whispering, Sen Chuanhai jumped up to respond to the murderous Song Ge.

The big gun collided with the palm, and a burst of crackling platinum lightning suddenly exploded in Mori Chuanhai's hand.

"What is this?!" Shocked and angrily withdrew his hand, Sen Chuanhai screamed as he saw his palm covered with countless tiny scorched marks.

"Oh~" Seeing Sen Chuanhai's painful expression and scorched palms in surprise, Song Ge made a strange noise, remembering that Xiang Yuan had blessed his big gun with a mysterious power just now.

"Hahahaha! You are not a man or a woman, let your grandpa Song teach you today, what is a man!"

With the power to restrain Sen Chuanhai at hand, Song Ge straightened his waist in an instant, raised his gun and laughed wildly and pointed at Sen Chuanhai, yelling, how happy!
"You! I don't believe it anymore!" Hearing Song Ge's piercing laugh, Sen Chuanhai snorted angrily and rushed forward again.

"Find a fight!"

Sen Chuanhai attacked, and Song Ge was not afraid at all. He swung the spear in his hand violently, turned into a golden light whip, and the air burst, and countless air waves collapsed.

Quickly dodging the spear, Senchuan's sea was as cold as ice, and with a big hand, he grabbed Song Ge's heart.

However, as a terracotta warrior who inherited the power of a king, Song Ge has so much combat experience. With a twist of his wrist, the spear retracted, and he swung out again in an instant.

Crackling!

Shouted by the lightning sparked by the platinum glory, Mori Chuanhai backed away in shock, his oily green eyes fixed on the platinum brilliance that flowed on the spear.

Although the white-gold lightning could not cause any harm to him, it would make him feel a pain that went deep into his soul.

This dead ghost, knowing that I am afraid of pain, actually targets me like this, it is really abominable...

Silently cursing Song Ge, Sen Chuanhai had countless thoughts flying in his mind, thinking about how to avoid Song Ge's big gun and subdue him.

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(End of this chapter)