MTL - How To Wear a Goddess Statue-Chapter 169 parties

In the past, the Sanur tribe that believed in wild foxes was quite powerful. If it wasn't for the secret help of Kasne, it would be difficult for it to be conquered by the tribe of King Sanur in just a few years.

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The reason why it should be said is because it is only a guess of Luo Das.

The years fade away, along with the tribes that believe in them.

It doesn't matter.

They symbolize the spirit of the Sanur tribe, or the yearning and sustenance for things necessary for survival.

For example, the wolf god, the Sanur people believe in Urakan and admire the real wolves, but they also drive out wolves, hunt wolves, and use wolves as precious food.

In their opinion, the wolf **** means toughness, belligerence, ruthlessness and plunder, and is also synonymous with the spirit of unity and sacrifice.

As for the wild fox god, although the fox head he wears looks a bit dull, like most people's concept of a pointed-faced and round-eyed fox, he is also endowed with a clever and cunning quality.

Luodas has reason to suspect that the formation of this cognition is influenced by the Solan culture. After all, the Solan civilization rose first, and the appearance of the Sanur wasteland fox... It is really difficult to match Smart is connected.

In the battlefield space, the wild fox **** pricked up his ears and looked at Luodus vigilantly.

However, perhaps because the fox face was too expressionless, or perhaps because the eyes of the fox **** were too narrow, Luodus always had the illusion of being mocked.

…Is it an illusion?

Wild Fox God opened his mouth and opened his mouth again.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Everyone has a beast head, who laughs at who.

The problem is that the wild fox **** once met Solan's **** of love, and thought he was unilaterally mocked. Can bear it!

Luodus thought for a while: "Sorry?"

The Wild Fox God let out a loud cry: "I have endured your Solan God for a long time—"

Lotus: "…"

Isn’t Sanur all so violent?

Luodus almost thought that the cunning and cunning of the wild fox is just a label of human legends, which does not match the real thing.

Suddenly there was nothing in front of the eyes, and the wild fox myth was halfway through, the final sound of ooh ooh was still floating in the air, but the figure turned into an afterimage that was too fast to be seen, straight to Luodus Leap.

The next moment, there was a muffled sound.

The fox **** did not know when it changed into a beast shape and slammed into the thick ice wall, but this transparent barrier was just a pause. In less than two seconds, the fox **** jumped up It fell again and kept hitting the ice with its head at high speed.

Soon, the ice cracked with a crisp sound.

Luodasi's eyes sank slightly, the broken ice turned into water balls, wrapped around the fox and retreated.

The squinted eyes of the wild fox **** stared at her, raised his head and let out a cry.

The figure in the water mass disappeared immediately. In contrast, on the ground below, countless wasteland foxes drilled out from every corner.

In the woods, in the grass, the edge of the empty human building.

They look exactly the same, and there is no difference in their power fluctuations. You can see one every short distance, just tilting your head and looking up at Luodus, making a provocative cry .

It's just a kind of mental pollution.

It was like some kind of divine coercion exerted on the sight and hearing, trying to affect Luodus.

Reciprocity, if the power like the main vein of the river is suddenly suppressed.

The paralyzed faces of those foxes can't show any expressions, and they can't see whether they have been affected by coercion, they just turn from static mental pollution to dynamic, endless square-faced foxes towards the sky Incoming, almost like a torrent of grass gray.

Almost at the same time, the water of the Yilu River rose into the air, and the light and transparent water curtain carried the power as heavy as water pressure.

The methods that Luodus once imagined, such as draining the blood of the enemy and sealing the breath of the enemy with water, are actually not practical in the battle of gods.

After the blood is drained, the gods can move freely with their shriveled bodies. Sealed in water, it can only have a control effect, because gods do not need to breathe at all.

The power, life, and mobility of the gods all seem to come from that gem-shaped godhead.

Even if the entire body is destroyed, as long as the godhead is intact, they are still "alive".

During the battle with Solan the Lord God, Luodus could not stare at the godhead and fight, and naturally there was no need to worry about the wild foxes of different gods.

Let go.

But before that...

Lotus looked at the fox flocks like lightning.

The one with the godhead must be found first.

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Compared to the endless wild fox gods, the other two gods have different ways of fighting.

The battlefield space opened up next door is almost full of violent sunlight. If there are other people here, I am afraid they can only feel the dazzling white light.

The absolute suppression of vision completely overwhelms the rest of the senses - except for the touch, because the sun is also burning the skin.

Under the sun, the **** of Mount Kasnee stood still, calm and solid, just like the mountains he controlled.

Although the temperature has risen enough to scald the stone and melt the magma.

"You can't expect to bake my godhead."

Mountain God calmed down.

"How do you know if you don't try?" The sun **** raised his hands, and the blazing white fire was condensed in his palms, as if holding a shrunken sun, "Of course, it doesn't matter if it doesn't work, what I have is way to deal with you."

The Mountain God shook his head and silently took off the mountain crown.

There is no goddess of the earth here, and the land of Solancia in the battlefield space is not a real land after all.

"Our divine power is at the same level, it depends on who is better." Shanshen said, using a declarative sentence. He prefers gravel to a single piece of rock, the sand and dust covering the sky and the ground, confronting the light source that illuminates the world.

The Sun God raised his voice: "Then give it a try—"

The voice did not fall, and the white fire group flashed rain.

The vulture spread its wings, avoiding thousands of silver moonlights.

As a **** who can choke on the same stage as the beast **** Kasne and the sun **** Solan, this beast-headed **** with a vulture head and wide wings is obviously very good at provocation .

"Is this really light?" the vulture **** mocked, "Although your brother—the sun **** is your brother, right—is disgusting, what is certain is that his light Much stronger than you. Solan Moon God, are you using all your strength?"

Amira held a scepter and said coldly: "But now, it's you who are blindly dodging."

The vulture god's eyes flashed fiercely: "If I don't hide, you should cry!"

As if to confirm this sentence, the vulture's wings spread out, layer upon layer, and the feathers as sharp as steel needles came out, but there was no target.

This space is shrouded in thick darkness, and Amira's figure is difficult to find.

In the darkness, the voice of the moon **** floated from nowhere.

"No."

The Vulture God's feather needles hang in the air: "What?"

Luna: "Have you tried your best to answer your question just now: not just now."

The Vulture God's pupils suddenly tightened.

The pupils of the eyes suddenly dilated and scattered, and the animal crown on the head of the beast **** was crooked, but he couldn't care so much.

As he said before, he would rather fight Soggar, a well-known older god, than have any connection with the **** of wisdom.

It's time for Pearl Luther!

The God of Wisdom seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and said truthfully: "If it was the goddess of the soul, I would run faster than you just now."

Beast God: "That's not called running, it's a strategic retreat!"

"Retreat." Nelder thoughtfully, "You are right. But is your understanding of retreat correct, or is it superficial? Let me show you …”

Basically, it has nothing to do with the word "retreat", but as long as you get a glimpse of it, you can fill the brain with the ecstatic picture of the philosophers and wise men of this era again, as if to make animal gods and beast plants Thinking about the same capacity is opened up.

He roared in vain and raised his claws.

The silver-gray wolf claws crashed down, but only opened the air.

Air flow does not need to gather at all, and it is everywhere. These ubiquitous things form the wind, and the wind does not exist in the sky all the time.

En blinked.

Godhead's body is well protected, using layers of barriers to block the ubiquitous airflow.

"You can't beat me," En said, as if stating a fact, "You are too young."

Wolf God sneered, he was a giant wolf with his feet on the mountains and clouds above his head.

"It's just a few years away, and time can't tell everything. You are here to deal with me, but your kin may have been killed by the God of Chisne. value."

Suojia was always smiling, and her smiling, slightly curved eyes seemed to be harmless, but at this moment, those warm light brown eyes were completely opened, staring directly at the sea **** Kasne of gigantic waves.

"Luodus has better control of water than you."

Suo Jia commented, her tone was very kind, like a graceful lady facing a potential junior.

This deeply humiliated Seagod, who was so focused that he did not dare to ignore it: "Don't speak to me in such a tone, are you a human grandmother?"

Sorja grinned: "Sorry, I'm used to it."

Poseidon: "..." He gritted his teeth, and the white waves surged, like accumulating power.

In the sound of the waves, Suojia's voice came clearly: "However, I would like to ask you to listen carefully. I have a lot of experience in training."

"Although, you will not have the opportunity to improve in the future."