Lord of Pets

"call--"

With the sound of wind hunting, the Lord of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm used divine thunder to open the way, and from time to time he would jump across hundreds of miles in space.

Bai Wushang closed his eyes and rested his mind, concentrating on cultivating his soul power.

Although he has become the Emperor Ancestor, if his realm is not improved day by day, his pet beast will not be able to advance.

By then, no matter how many prototypes of the God-King there are, they will only be decorations and will never see the day when they will be completed.

"Boss, we're almost there!"

After several days of flying, the big mantis was exhausted.

Bai Wushang recovered Xiao Ci, transferred to Cang Jiang, and headed in the direction in his memory.

In a few moments, a floating fortress of light appeared at the end of the world, set against the blazing sun, which mortals could not see.

"It's His Majesty the Pope..."

"Congratulations to His Majesty the Pope for ascending to the Imperial Ancestor! Wherever the light goes, it is invincible!"

The patrolling angel team, whether four-winged or six-winged, looked ecstatic.

They carefully gathered their wings, clasped their hands on their chests, and performed the most noble etiquette of the angel clan.

"No need to be polite."

Bai Wushang flicked his sleeves and swept away an invisible ray of light, which turned into ripples and rippled away.

"I want to enter the heaven, please open the entrance and exit on this side for me."

"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope!"

The scorching sun shines in the sky, and an eight-winged light god angel burning with sacred flames activates the array pattern and manifests a passage.

Yakumo Moyu Qilin roared and rushed in without hesitation, following the direction of the passage and heading straight to the deepest palace in the heaven.

"Jigu! Jiggu!"

The little rabbit stuck out his head, eager to try.

Finally home.

The last time I came here, I was kidnapped by the Eight Wings Battle and the Eight Wings Paradise.

For this reason, countless frictions broke out between the Zulong Court and the Holy Court.

Today, I came back as the ancestor, and I just feel that the air is clean and warm, and I feel as comfortable as I want.

"Master, just go in!"

"Last time when I was a little rabbit, I couldn't find Luo Xianxi's coffin board. It was because of my lack of ability. I can't blame anyone else!"

"Now that he has evolved, he is ranked among the 9th star of the myth. If you work hard, there will be no way for Luo Yanxi to escape!"

"Don't be too naughty, just scare him."

Bai Wushang smiled and felt as if he was in a deserted place. When he approached the central temple and felt the restriction of the air, he landed on the ground and walked.

"His Majesty the Pope..."

"Your Majesty the White Emperor..."

In the central temple, even the six-winged holy angels are not qualified to wander around at will.

But there are many statues of gods here, some of which have been nourished for a long time and have given birth to wisps of spiritual wisdom.

Or there may be fallen divine angels themselves, and the few remnants of their souls are injected into the statues, becoming one of the puppet warriors guarding the temple.

When Bai Wushang led the little rabbit past, it seemed like candles were lighting up the lampstands. The sacred fire was swaying, the divine light was bright, and the divine power was overwhelming.

"Xi Xiu - Xiu Xiu -"

Little Rabbit is at work.

Smell left, sniff west, trying to find the smell in memory.

"Master, master, there are indeed many treasures hidden in the temple. Should we dig some out in case of emergency?"

"Master, Master, I sensed the location of the sacrificial hall. Do you want to go take a look and find a way to borrow some tribute from the sheep head to replenish the body of Sister Shentu?" ...

The little rabbit kept coming up with bad ideas, Bai Wushang smiled and said nothing, and just followed slowly behind.

"Hey, I'm old, how easy is it to sleep? I..."

A faint sigh broke the silence, echoing in the passage of the temple like morning mist.

The next second, the wind and clouds surged, and a powerful pulling force rolled around.

Bai Wushang was slightly startled and did not resist, letting the force drag them.

After about ten seconds, his vision changed.

What appears before the eyes is an ancient silver-white altar, and a silver-white coffin with a length of more than 500 meters. Under the shining of divine light, it is as mysterious as the hazy moonlight, as cold as the spring water in the mountains, but also exudes a deep sea-like atmosphere. Repressed terror.

"Huh?" Bai Wushang only glanced at him, his eyes showing surprise.

Didn’t Rosius, the twelve-winged angel god in charge of judgment and judgment, perish in ancient times, leaving only a remnant of his soul?

Where did the angel's remains in the coffin come from?

"Ahem... This is the artificial skeleton that I finally refined. It used a lot of sacred gold and mithril, and it can barely reach 70% to 80% of the strength of the original body..."

A ghost floated around, gradually condensing into an illusory twelve-winged angel.

He doesn't have a strong divine power, nor does he have the arrogant aura in the impression. Instead, he looks like an old man, with wisdom in his cloudy eyes.

"The end will come sooner or later. If you don't prepare some backup plans, it won't make sense..."

Rosius sighed, "Well, maybe this is life. You have to sacrifice your life and blood for the extraordinary while you are alive. After you die, you still have no way not to worry..."

"Senior has great achievements and is worthy of the name of God King."

Bai Wushang lowered his head slightly, admiring him from the bottom of his heart.

The little rabbit scratched his paws. He had been a little playful just now, but in the face of such a solemn and serious atmosphere, he naturally gave up.

"You want to see me, what do you mean?"

"It's not like you're still holding on to that past scene and can't let it go, right?"

"Senior is joking." Bai Wushang shook his head, looked directly into the other person's eyes, and said seriously:

"I want the key to the Forbidden Mountains."

“This is one of the few things that can be attempted in today’s environment.”

The God of Twelve Winged Angels is silent.

After a while, Rosius's profound eyes showed a trace of ripples, and he sighed again:

"To be honest, I've thought about this, and I've been tossing and turning about it, and I can't sleep at night."

"But I'm still afraid. After all, you haven't lived in ancient times and haven't truly experienced the terror of that clan."

"They have the ability to reproduce second only to the orcs. The vast majority of direct pure-blood members have strong bodies, strong physical strength, strong combat power, and are among the best at the same time."

"As a clan of angels who are in charge of sacred laws, they have the effect of restraint when faced with the power of filth, darkness, and evil."

"But facing the ancient demon clan of the same level, behind the light is darkness, and behind the darkness is light. There is no obvious superiority or inferiority between the two. Instead, they restrain each other."

"I have heard about this." Bai Wushang nodded, "But to this day, the evil spirits from the beginning continue to occupy our living space, and they are extremely greedy for the world inside the realm gate."

"If we don't make changes and make decisions, wouldn't it be like boiling a frog in warm water? Sooner or later, we will suffocate and die?"

"Among the extraordinary, there are still some secrets that have not been revealed, especially in the Dragon Court. The three giants seem to have perished, and no new god king has been born, but they have more backup than the giants and angels combined. need more……"

Rosius murmured to himself, seeming to realize something, and suddenly fell silent.