I Am Not Really The Second Generation Of Immortals

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Driving the white dragon, the young man who was shocked by the collapse of the ghost mountain, heard the words of the monk on Riyue Island, his expression was taken aback, and then he sneered: "Well...let me salute them? Are you serious? Why should I take it? Salute them?!"

"Bold! Even now, dare to be disrespectful to the gods!"

"You are really tired of living, you are humiliating the gods who just came out!"

"Is it true that the gods do not show off?"

The cultivators on Riyue Island were very excited and yelled at An Bulang.

Eighteen gods!

A **** can easily crush a boy who doesn't know the height of the sky and the earth.

The more young people disrespect the gods, the more excited they are, and they are all looking forward to the gods coming out of the world to get rid of the horse, and first kill a strong man in the Hongmeng Continent to play with them, in order to follow suit.

Sure enough, the eighteen gods all looked at the young man driving the white dragon.

They were fascinating and magnificent, moving towards the teenager.

"Ha ha ha... An Bulang, mad, you continue to be mad! No matter how strong you are, you have offended the supreme god, even if you have the strength to reach the sky, you are not going to be crushed to death in the dust..." The elder of the island, Song Wei, had sharp eyes and whispered with a sneer.

Eighteen gods came to the young man with a supreme aura, as if thunder was about to strike.

However, what puzzled everyone was that these gods looked at the teenager with tears in their eyes, and looked a little strange.

At the next moment, a scene that made the top forces unforgettable forever appeared.

Eighteen gods exuding the supreme sacred aura, while half kneeling on the ground, gave a great gift to the young man, as if facing a supreme god, their expressions were extremely respectful.

"South China God King..."

"The Juventus King..."

"The God King of Fire Colored Lime..."

"Wind Feather God King..."

...

"Welcome the goddess of Bulang! The goddess of Yuexi!"

Eighteen gods and kings shouted in unison.

The cultivator of Sun Moon Island, who was planning to continue to reprimand the fanfare, was stupid.

Some of the top powers who wanted to take advantage of the chaos and disaster were dumbfounded.

All the Tianjiao experts of the top powers looked at the scene in front of them like a dream.

What did they see?

Eighteen gods aloft, gods admired by hundreds of millions of people...

Kneeling towards Anbulang at the same time? ! ! !

The scene in front of me was like a series of thunders, slicing everyone out and tender.

This magical scene makes almost everyone crazy! !

This...what the **** is this?

The world suddenly became quiet.

"It's just an equivalent exchange, don't do that." Jin Yuexi smiled and said.

"Yes, what are you doing? Get up quickly, don't be so polite." An Bulang frowned, reprimanding in his words.

However, the gods are not only not dissatisfied, but more respectful.

"The son of Bulang, the goddess of Yuexi, you gave us freedom, and we have the grace to recreate!"

"Predecessors...When the world is destroyed, you did not leave, but decided to desperately make a living for us, you will always be our most respected and respected existence!"

"We have discussed it secretly. Once we get out of trouble, we must follow the **** of the dead to the death!"

An Bulang looked helpless: "I remember what I said, I don't need a guard..."

"Please agree to my request, and give me a chance to wait!!" Liuli Fire God King said pitifully.

All the gods showed respect and looked at the teenager and the girl in gold with tears in their eyes, as if they didn't agree, these gods were unwilling to get up.

Give the gods a chance to follow...

Without a chance to follow, the gods will not get up...

This is the meaning of giving away more than a dozen gods for free, do you mean to ask for it if you don't accept it?

At this moment, Hongmeng Continent's view on the cultivation of the top talents and powers collapsed.

They felt that the scene in front of them was magical to the extreme, and their brains were about to explode.

Sun Moon Island Supreme Elder Song Wei's face was distorted, and he didn't know what expression to make.

The rest of the monks who were fanning the flames before were all dead, not knowing what happened, but their legs were weak.

"You..."

"Oh... well, then I'll let you follow it. It's not bad to join Langmeng as a gatekeeper."

An Bulang thought for a while, and finally reluctantly agreed.

All the monks onlookers were silly.

Eighteen gods are going to be the gatekeeper of Langmeng?

Those Tianjiao monks who had bowed down and wanted to follow the gods were the most embarrassed. These gods go to Langmeng to be the gatekeepers, so what do they go to Langmeng?

The attendant...

The closed disciple of Langmeng?

Ha ha……

Some monks felt like they were going crazy.

The Supreme Elder Song Wei, who was the first to lead a group of Sun Moon Island Tianjiao to kneel down, had the most disintegrated mentality at this time. He thought he wanted to hug a super invincible thigh, but ended up embracing the gatekeeper of the Lang League?

He still wanted to use the power of the gods to kill Anbu Lang, but the gods became the guards of the Lang League. It was a shit, he had never felt so desperate.

However, the more desperate is yet to come.

When the gods heard that Anbulang agreed to their request, they wept with joy and stood up.

The Nanhua God King's eyes were like electricity, and he cast his eyes on the monks on Sun Moon Island.

He stepped on his footsteps, and his whole person was like a flash of light that forced the monks on Moon Island.

Song Wei's face changed drastically: "Misunderstanding! Don't do it. I was talking nonsense before. I am mentally ill. I often talk nonsense. I have the certificate of intermittent psychosis officially recognized by the Purple Star Empire..."

The Nanhua God King kept moving, and the golden wheel behind him directly suppressed Song Wei.

Song Wei roared, the Taoist realm was released, the law was built, a red sun condensed by the surging power, and he wanted to resist the suppression of the Golden Light Treasure Wheel.

However, the next moment, the red sun was crushed by Baolun into countless sparks.

Song Wei screamed that his skin was cracking every inch, and he was eventually crushed into a pile of blood foam by Baolun.

"Too elder!"

"No...Master...!"

The monks on Sun Moon Island cried out in grief.

The Nanhua God King was expressionless and indifferent: "Those who dare to offend the master, die!!!"

The words are sonorous and powerful, and their actions are as fast as thunder, making the top princes who are onlookers fearful.

Immediately afterwards, two more gods moved agile, the light and power, and the mighty power, instantly killed the other Tribulation Power of Sun Moon Island and the Power of Tribulation of the Sky Star Sect.

The great power of the tribulation period, which is powerful to the sky, is as fragile as a chicken in the hands of the gods, and it is impossible to resist.

These gods seem to be respectful, submissive, and extremely docile to Anbulang, but they show their coldness and ruthlessness when dealing with other people.

That is the oppression and invincibility brought by absolute power and vision!

All the top powerhouses who had bad intentions and took the lead and wanted to entrap the peace of mind were killed by the gods.

It's really funny to say that they wanted to kill Anbulang with the sword of the gods, but they didn't expect that the gods were Anbulang's sharpest knives... Then these keyboard men were directly killed by the gods.

An Bulang didn't take any action from start to finish, he just watched quietly, waiting for everything to end.

"Okay, let's leave, it's all over."

An Bulang patted Bai Long's head under his seat.

"Good!" Nalan Jinli was in a good mood, obviously having a big gain, twisting his mighty and majestic body, carrying Anbulang and the people of Langmeng, began to leave the ghost mountain.

Eighteen gods guarded by the white dragon, the light was surging, and the majesty was endless.

At this moment, the Tianjiao elders of the Shenlong clan were inexplicably proud of their young patriarch being ridden...

They wanted to point to the white dragon in the sky and said to the people: Look, the white dragon protected by the gods is our young patriarch, Nalan Jinli!

The great powers of the Hongmeng Continent looked at the young man riding the white dragon blankly, a little lost.

"Sure enough, the world is still crazy."

"Eighteen gods followed the young man, this Hongmeng Continent is about to change..."

"No... take a closer look. They may not be true gods. Although they have all the characteristics of gods, they don't have the breath of immortality and detachment..."

Su You, one of the nine wise stars of the Purple Star Empire, used top-level analytical techniques to arrive at this result.

"But... the existence of the eighteen faintly surpassing the highest level of transcendence stage power is also extremely extraordinary."

"They can follow Anbulang, I feel more at ease, at least the owner they follow can restrain them instead of letting them do wrong things."

Su You's words awakened the cultivators.

If you think about it, if the eighteen gods want to do bad things, no one can stop them except An Bulang. I'm afraid that only the top ten guardians have this ability, right?

An Bulang and the others left and returned with a full load.

The mountain of ghosts and gods collapsed, and some people were still unwilling to give up, and wanted to continue looking for fairy fate.

It's a pity that this place was so badly destroyed that nothing could be kept, and the monks could only pick up the divine stones with extremely low divine energy content for comfort.

When An Bulang returned to Langmeng, he also searched for the old Netherworld Road and found the former Palace of the Gods, which is actually one of the core heritage of the Ghost Mountain.

Bai Bai swallowed the wild pill there and was promoted to the Dao Realm.

An Bulang also got the blood of the **** king there, and the shocking **** body had a major breakthrough.

Zell actually had a deep shadow over that place.

He and An Bulang experienced nine deaths in that place!

The countless lipstick coffins really make the scalp numb.

But now, An Bulang returned to that place again, and he swaggered in.

Taking the steps that the six relatives did not recognize, the boy activated all the red halls in the basin in one breath. The golden skull carried the dense red hall and appeared, and every lipstick hall released a frightening atmosphere.

The Red Pavilion shook, as if something terrifying inside was about to wake up.

An Bulang helped them and lifted all the coffin covers of the Red Hall in one breath.

The corpses inside were dumbfounded, and I had never seen such an arrogant person.

They jumped out of the red hall. They were all powerful men who fell on the mountain of ghosts and gods. They were tainted with the breath of the gods and became extremely terrifying. They roared and attacked Anbulang, and then they were destroyed by the existence of the eighteen gods. !

Immediately afterwards, An Bulang kicked open the gate of the Palace of the King of Gods, and took away all the corpses of the ten gods inside!