Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

After Xin Yuekui's figure disappeared at the gate of the Sage Hall, the seven eyes of the Great Elder of Divine Eyes slowly closed. He could sense the dissatisfaction and anger in Xin Yuekui's heart.

Although Xin Yuekui's thoughts are not difficult to guess, God's Eyes knows her value to the God Clan better.

Her spell power is unique among the gods, and can see through many secrets that other gods cannot. Therefore, God's Eye decided not to take action against her for the time being, at least until she is still useful.

The divine eye gently tapped the armrest of the throne, and ripples spread from him, forming a complex magic circle. As the magic circle rotated, the space began to distort, and a figure slowly stepped out of it. This was the Holy King of White Lotus, the former God of Plague. His power came from the power of the Ksitigarbha Realm, and he could control the spirit energy of death and make his enemies sink into despair.

More importantly, his power is far stronger than the six great gods.

“Saint King White Lotus, the traitors of the Hidden God Tribe have become a threat to us.” The voice of the Divine Eye echoed in the hall, full of unquestionable authority. “I need you to lead thirty Hundred Gods to wipe out the Hidden God Tribe and completely eliminate this hidden danger.”

The Holy King White Lotus nodded slightly, his face expressionless, his voice calm as water: "As you wish, Great Elder Divine Eyes." He turned and walked outside the Hall of Sages, ready to gather the hundreds of gods.

The Hundred Gods are the elites of the Gods, each of whom possesses the combat power of the six great gods. Some of them were defeated in the Conferred God Conference and were forced to retire in the Sage Hall, with resentment and a desire to fight; some voluntarily retired, but when the Gods need them, they will still stand up without hesitation and fight for the glory of the Gods.

At the call of the White Lotus Saint King, thirty Hundred Gods quickly gathered in the square of the God's Domain. Their eyes were firm and they exuded a powerful aura, as if they were an invincible army.

"Today, we will carry out the order of the Great Elder of the Divine Eye and wipe out the Divine Hidden Tribe." The voice of the White Lotus Saint King echoed in the square, and every word was full of power. "Any traitor who dares to resist the Divine Clan will receive the punishment they deserve."

Hundreds of gods responded in unison, their voices combined into a force that shook heaven and earth, demonstrating their determination and conviction.

half a month later.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if the sky was about to fall, and the sky above the Hidden God Department was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere. The figures of the White Lotus Saint King and thirty Hundred Gods suddenly appeared. Their appearance was like the arrival of gods, with unparalleled majesty and power.

A Lan, Zi Dian, Kong Que, Yun Zhongzi and all the warriors of the Hidden God Tribe were shocked by this sudden scene. They never thought that the God Tribe would use the Holy King and so many powerful gods from the six tribes to deal with them.

Fuxi's face showed a solemn look, and his voice rang out in the silent air, "I didn't expect that we could let the Holy King and so many great gods deal with us. What an honor, but also what a crisis."

The Holy King of White Lotus stood on the clouds, looking down at the people below, with a disdainful sneer on his face, "You are indeed quite powerful, able to repel the attacks of the God Clan so many times, but the good days are over. Today is the end of your Hidden God Department."

Ah Lan tightly grasped the weapon in her hand, her eyes were firm, and she responded: "As long as we are still alive, the Shenyin Department will never end. Come on, White Lotus Saint King, let us see your true strength!"

Zi Dian glared at the White Lotus Saint King, "We, the warriors of the Hidden God Division, will not surrender just because of your words. Today, even if it means death, I will make you pay the price!"

Kong Que and Yun Zhongzi followed closely behind, their eyes full of indomitable spirit and fighting spirit. Faced with such a powerful enemy, they did not retreat but only fought.

Zi Dian was furious. He flashed and turned into a bolt of lightning, rushing straight at Saint White Lotus. The lightning spear flashed with lightning, and with the sound of breaking through the air, it pointed directly at the vital point of White Lotus. However, White Lotus just waved his hand lightly, and a powerful spirit of pure death surged out from his palm, forming a black barrier, which easily blocked Zi Dian's lightning spear.

"Your attack is nothing but child's play to me." Bai Lian sneered, then slapped out with his palm, and the purifying dead spirit energy turned into a black beam of light, hitting Zi Dian's chest.

Zi Dian flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground. He struggled to stand up, but was unable to do so.

Seeing this, Fuxi's heart tightened, and he immediately used the power of the Aerial Realm. He instantly appeared beside Zidian and helped him up. He quickly formed seals with his hands in the air, chanting an ancient spell in a low voice. A gentle power flowed out from his palms, slowly seeping into Zidian's body, helping him heal.

"Zi Dian, step back, you have tried your best." Fuxi said in a deep voice, then slowly stood up and faced the Holy King Bai Lian, with a gleam of determination in his eyes.

Wang Hun had also joined the battlefield at this time. He was silent and steady, but at this moment he was extremely decisive. He tightly grasped the Qi-refining sword, and his figure shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost. Every time he appeared, he brought a deadly sword energy, pointing directly at the White Lotus Saint King.

"Bai Lian, don't even think about destroying our home!" Wang Hun's voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Bai Lian's heart.

Facing Wang Hun's attack, Saint King Bai Lian remained calm. He formed seals with his hands, and the pure dead spirit energy around him formed black whirlwinds that dissolved Wang Hun's sword energy one by one.

The battle between the two was extremely fierce. The sword energy and the undead energy collided in the air, bursting out with dazzling light.

Bai Lian said in astonishment: "It is really surprising to me that humans have the power of top gods!"

However, the smile on his face revealed a hint of contempt and disdain, and he added: "But this doesn't change anything, because you will definitely die today!"

Faced with Bai Lian's threat, Wang Hun was not intimidated. Instead, he straightened his body, his eyes firm and sharp, as if declaring his determination and courage to Bai Lian.

Seeing this, Bai Lian couldn't help but burst into laughter, his laughter was full of ridicule and confidence. He shouted loudly: "In this case, let's try the power of my dead spirit energy!" As soon as the voice fell, a powerful energy surged from Bai Lian's body, forming a black airflow, sweeping over like a whirlwind.

Although Wang Hun's swordsmanship with shadow added was exquisite, he could only barely defend against Bai Lian's pure dead aura, but he could never gain the upper hand.

Moreover, the power of the White Lotus Saint King exceeded Wang Hun's expectations. His Pure Death Spiritual Energy seemed endless, and every attack made Wang Hun feel tremendous pressure. Although Wang Hun's sword energy was sharp, it seemed that he could never gain the upper hand in front of the White Lotus's black whirlwind.

During the battle, Wang Hun constantly changed his tactics, trying to find Bai Lian's flaws. His speed became faster and faster, and his swordsmanship became more and more bizarre, but Bai Lian was always able to respond to all changes with the same attitude, using his pure dead spirit to dissolve all of Wang Hun's attacks.

As the battle progressed, Wang Hun began to feel powerless. His internal energy was consumed greatly, while Bai Lian remained as steady as a mountain. Finally, in a duel of strength, Wang Hun's sword energy was swallowed by Bai Lian's dead spirit energy, and he was blown away and fell heavily to the ground. The Qi-refining sword fell out of his hand and turned into nothingness.

The warriors of the Hidden God Division witnessed all this and couldn't help but feel a little desperate. The power of the White Lotus Saint King was far beyond their imagination.