socalfunplaces Chapter 661 I'm afraid you've left some tricks up your sleeve.
Chapter 661 I'm afraid you've left some tricks up your sleeve.
Chapter 661 I'm afraid you've left some tricks up your sleeve.
The realm of gods, the base of the celestial hunters.
The God of Greed and the God of Desire handed over the wisp of divine consciousness they had withheld to the God of Destruction.
After listening to the mission descriptions of the two original sin gods, the God of Destruction immediately realized that the wisp of the god of slaughter's consciousness in his hand was a scapegoat prepared by Asura.
However, this did not prevent the God of Destruction from launching an attack on the God of Asura.
He mobilized his Seven Deadly Sins Gods to surround and control the Asura Palace. Before the arriving God of Life and the other top-level gods, he revealed the divine imprint of the God of Slaughter in his hand and arrested the God of Slaughter Hypoplus in front of the God of Asura, and imprisoned him in the Ice God Realm.
The Asura God punished himself for mismanaging his subordinates by confining himself to his quarters to reflect on his mistakes, and temporarily placed the Heavenly Hunters under the command of the God of Destruction.
Celestial Hunter Base.
"What are you all dawdling about for?"
Why do you all look like your mother just died?
"Going out on patrol? Don't you want to quit?"
The once quiet hall was broken by an uninvited guest.
The newcomer was shirtless, revealing strong muscles and mysterious tattoos. His long, flowing hair was blown about 45 degrees by the wind, and the hair in front of his forehead was combed into a middle parting along the two sharp points.
The members of the Celestial Hunters exchanged glances, each seeing the anger in the other's eyes.
The god of arrogance, hands in his pockets, surveyed the room, and his aura suddenly erupted.
The powerful shockwave blew away the gods closest to him and slammed them hard onto the white marble pillar.
"Original Sin God! Don't go too far!" A god with three sharp knives on his left arm stepped forward angrily, seven dazzling halos appearing behind his head, the mark of a first-level god.
The god of arrogance snorted disdainfully, picked at his ear, and seven dazzling halos appeared behind his head.
Unlike the previous deity, the halo behind the God of Pride's head was more solid, and a new halo was faintly emerging at the edge of the seventh layer of halo.
A first-level peak god, one of the seven deadly sins, and the god of pride.
The god of arrogance raised his hand towards the deity, and powerful divine energy emanated from his body, instantly transforming into a shackle that bound the deity.
"What! You dare to make a move!" The god's face was filled with panic. He could see the God of Pride making his move and clearly see the trajectory of the shackles, but he just couldn't dodge them.
The arrogant god's actions immediately caused the silent and angry members of the Celestial Hunters to stand up.
Dozens of gods surrounded the arrogant god, each unleashing their own aura.
With dozens of imposing auras locking onto him, the God of Arrogance felt some pressure, but his smile remained disdainful and arrogant.
"You bunch of lowly gods?"
"You dare to fight against me, the god of arrogance?"
Before the myth of arrogance could be finished, a fierce, thick pillar of fire suddenly crashed in through the doorway, sweeping across the entire hall and attacking all the Celestial Hunters, including the arrogant god who stood swaggering in the middle of the hall.
"I'm furious with you!"
The God of Wrath, chewing on a gummy candy, strolled into the Celestial Hunters' base. His crimson eyes and jet-black sclera sent chills down one's spine at first glance.
Ferocious demonic faces made of flames floated behind the god of wrath, adding to his menacing aura.
The God of Wrath glanced at the God of Pride, said nothing, but the demon masks behind him kept flying out, knocking away the few first-level gods who had been shouting the loudest earlier.
"Stop!" A tall deity wielding a double-dragon short staff intervened, blocking several ghostly masks flying through the air.
"This is the base of the Celestial Hunters! Not a fighting arena for random battles!"
The god of wrath showed no anger in his eyes as he looked at the deity wielding two clubs.
The God of Pride smoothed his frizzy, dry hair, and his horns blazed with intense light. "Furious! What did you do to my brother just now?"
"Is this how you greet your elder brother?" The God of Pride appeared before the God of Wrath with a displeased look.
"Idiot! Get away!" The God of Wrath frowned slightly, the demonic mask behind him reflecting his mood, swelling and becoming ferocious and terrifying.
"Hmm? Looks like you're not convinced, huh? Want to go out and fight?" The God of Pride tilted his head and leaned closer to the God of Wrath, his eyes filled with disdain.
"If you want to fight, go outside and fight. Don't make noise."
Another deity with seven halos above his head floated in through the gate, accompanied by an extremely languid aura.
The double-stick deity's eyelids twitched violently; another peak-level deity had arrived.
"Sloth! You be the judge! This guy attacked his own people without warning!" The God of Pride glared fiercely at the God of Wrath.
The god of laziness seems to be perpetually asleep; no matter how much you try to persuade him, he just floats back to his spot and falls asleep again.
Several elderly members of the Celestial Hunters, upon witnessing this scene, were filled with grief and indignation. When did their base turn into a noisy fighting arena?
However, their superior, the God of Asura, had already gone into seclusion to reflect on his mistakes, and there was nothing they could do but silently pray for the day the God of Asura would emerge from seclusion.
Hopefully, before that happens, they, the Celestial Hunters, won't become the blades of the Sin Gods, their very hilts transformed.
The Asura Hall.
Since the God of Asura announced that he had failed in his duties and was being punished by being confined to his quarters, he gave all the guards of the Asura Palace a long leave.
The once solemn and majestic Shura Hall was now closed and deserted.
Even the gods who used to pass by the Asura Palace in silence couldn't help but feel a little sad at this moment.
A deity dressed in an ice-blue robe quietly appeared in front of the Asura Palace, then pushed open the door and went inside.
The sound of the deity's footsteps echoed through the empty hall until he reached the main hall.
"Tang San, did you summon me for something?" the two-colored deity called out loudly.
"Of course I have something to discuss. Brother Nianbing, please come into the hall for a talk."
Tang San's voice came from the main hall.
Rong Nianbing frowned slightly. He couldn't sense any emotion in Tang San's voice, as if he were neither sad nor happy.
He originally thought that Tang San would be somewhat angry that his plans had gone out of control because the God of Destruction had temporarily taken away the Celestial Hunter.
It now seems that Tang San has a backup plan, or perhaps he simply doesn't care about the God of Destruction's actions and doesn't take this God King seriously.
"Wouldn't it be better for me to stay home and spend time with my wives? Why do I have to come here and suffer?" Rong Nianbing sighed slightly, then walked into the main hall.
He could easily stay home and cook for his wives, so why does he have to come and keep this bastard company?
Is it love?
No, it's that this bastard is so shameless!
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Rong Nianbing grew angrier the more she thought about it, and even the fingertips of her left hand began to glow with a bluish light, radiating a dangerous aura.
"Why are you calling me! Let me tell you first that I have to go back tonight to cook for my wives! Last time you forced me to stay out all night and I haven't been able to sleep in my room for days!" Rong Nianbing pushed open the door of the inner hall and said angrily.
The inner hall was dimly lit, causing Rong Nianbing to repeatedly check the signs at the entrance.
"It's nothing serious, we'll just chat for a bit and then it'll be over."
A slightly weak voice came from the dimly lit inner hall, and then Tang San, wearing the robes of the Sea God, slowly walked out.
He walked very slowly, like an old man in his twilight years.
Rong Nianbing rubbed her eyes, seemingly unable to believe that the guy in front of her was the same spirited Asura God Tang San from before.
"You've been drained dry?" Rong Nianbing curiously circled around Tang San, even taking out a recording crystal.
Tang San gave him a threatening look, which made the latter put away the recording crystal.
Rong Nianbing waved his hand, closing the door behind him. Seven layers of light appeared behind his head as he carefully sensed the area within a hundred miles of the Asura Palace.
"Speak, what do you want to do?" Rong Nianbing said seriously.
"You don't need to be afraid of the spies that Destroyed have planted here. Today, the Celestial Hunters are all under his control," Tang San sighed.
Rong Nianbing glanced at Tang San and said, "I'm afraid you've kept some tricks up your sleeve."
"..."
"Alright, stop dawdling. This isn't the first time you've threatened me into doing something. Just say what you need to say." Rong Nianbing plopped down.
Tang San sat down as well, and suddenly two small wine bottles appeared on the ground in front of him.
"My humble abode is simple, and I have no good wine to offer."
"Even if you had something good, would you be willing to give it up?" Rong Nianbing said disdainfully. Putting aside other gods, this guy in front of her had tricked her no less than three hundred times. Every time he said something nice, but it was all useless.
They're not even as good as the goddess-like welcoming team!
At least it's pleasing to the eye!
Despite being rebuffed by Rong Nianbing several times, Tang San remained unperturbed. Instead, holding a wine bottle, he said with a solemn expression, "My plan has failed. Those old fogies in the God Realm are still alive."
"Old man? You mean the ancestors of the gods!" Rong Nianbing gradually became serious.
He had been in the God Realm for just as long as Tang San, so he naturally knew about the original batch of gods in the God Realm, as well as the Dragon God War.
"I've seen the Nine-Tailed Fox." Tang San dipped his finger in some wine and flicked it in the air, sketching a portrait of Ye Nanxiao.
Rong Nianbing glanced at the portrait in the air, then waved her hand to disperse it. "You want me to do it?"
Tang San smiled without saying a word, his eyes showing no sign of politeness.
"If I'm not mistaken, the reason your interference in the lower realm was discovered is because you were caught and fell victim to this brat, right?"
"The Sea God even forgot to change into his Asura God robes."
Rong Nianbing sneered, wearing the sea god's robes in the Asura Hall as if he were wearing pajamas to work.
"You guessed right. This kid has greatly influenced the fate of the chosen one. I've tried to stop him many times, but I've been blocked each time." Tang San took a sip of wine and swallowed the frustration in his chest.
"Hmph, those are the ancestors of the divine realm, the descendants of the former kings of the divine realm. What do you have to fight them with!"
As Rong Nianbing was speaking, he suddenly realized something was wrong. He knew how cunning Tang San was. Once Tang San made a mistake, he would be extremely careful the second time.
And yet this guy failed repeatedly?
Tang San looked at Rong Nianbing, who suddenly stopped talking, and guessed what he wanted to ask. He smiled and said, "He not only possesses the bloodline of the Nine-Tailed Fox, but is also the inheritor of the Ice God."
"Tang San! Do you want me dead?!" Rong Nianbing roared in exasperation.
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