I became a god and chose to join the chat group

Chapter 15 Bibi Dong's heart pounding
All the members in the chat group couldn't sit still and couldn't wait to download the video.

They were very curious about what happened that could almost collapse an emperor's world view.

"Ding! Ye Fan has successfully downloaded the video."

"Ding! Mr. Murong has successfully downloaded the video."

"Ding! The Immortal Miaomushan has successfully downloaded the video."

"..."

In an antique study room, Ye Fan clenched his hands unconsciously, his complexion was mixed, with anticipation and excitement, but also a trace of doubt that still existed.

The download of the video was completed almost instantly, but he did not check it immediately, but inhaled and exhaled several times in a row before opening the video with anxiety.

The original content was unremarkable, but Li Longji ordered his men to collect the blood of the enemy and describe a complex and mysterious array.

As soon as the screen changed, it was Li Longji standing on the altar, devoutly offering sacrifices to God.

And when the 36 heavens and the iconic Nantianmen appeared on the sky dome, Ye Fan could no longer restrain his inner emotions, and stood up from his chair abruptly.

Before he could be surprised, he saw Shenhua pouring down from the sky.

Li Longji, bathed in the divine splendor, is no longer a simple improvement of cultivation, but a sublimation of the essence of life.

Afterwards, Ye Fan heard the thunderous voice from the sky, and couldn't help exclaiming: "Damn it! Ten thousand years of life, ten thousand years of cultivation? Who the hell can stand it?!"

This earth-shattering and huge handwriting made Ye Fan's heart tremble.

After a while, Ye Fan came back to his senses, with a strange look in his eyes.

He had to admit that in the face of such a divine favor, even he who had been skeptical and wary of the Myriad Realms chat group and this god from the very beginning, was unavoidably tempted.

Especially when he thought about these two days, he learned the martial arts from Mr. Murong, and what he wanted was only to prolong his life, but he still couldn't get in.

Seeing such a scene again at this moment, Ye Fan asked himself, in the face of such a temptation, who can not be tempted?

However, the picture of the video did not stop because of his thinking, and it was still playing.

Next, he saw the god sticking out a hand that covered the sky and the sun, holding the vast grassland with a single palm, and turned it upside down to take a picture.

Except for Youzhou City, everything else is collapsing.

Although there is only a thin line between them, it is like two worlds.

One is truly earth-shaking, while the other side is completely silent, as calm as a clear water.

The video ended abruptly, and the shock in Ye Fan's heart not only did not stop with the end of the video, but became more intense.

Ye Fan: "What the hell... (Prosperous and trance.jpg)"

Young Master Murong: "I finally understand why His Majesty Tang Minghuang has such an expression of doubting life. Is this the power of the gods? I love it!"

The Pope of Wuhundian: "His palm is so big that he can't see the edge at a glance, but the moment he raised his hand, it seemed to hold the whole world up!"

The Pope of Wuhundian: "I'm curious now, how big is the body of God? Is it as big as the world?"

Douluo Continent World, Wuhun Palace.

Bibi Dong wore a black and luxurious robe inlaid with gold patterns, a nine-curved purple gold crown on her head, and stroked her forehead with her hands. Her long white jade-like legs were stacked together, and she leaned lazily on the gorgeous Pope's throne.

Savoring the video in his mind carefully, a look of shock appeared on his noble and exquisite face from time to time.

"It's so powerful! Using words to describe that kind of supreme power seems a bit pale."

"Using only the strength of the physical body without using the power of the gods, one can hold up a piece of land and easily destroy a race..."

Bibi Dong lowered her beautiful eyes slightly, and fell into a deep silence.

Now she is in the Raksha Nine Examination period, and in the near future she will break through to level 99, surpassing the rules and becoming a first-level god.

But compared with this god, the kind of power she pursues is simply pediatrics, and the two are not at the same level at all.

Even in the God Realm connected to the mainland where she lives, there is no god who can give people ten thousand years of life and ten thousand years of cultivation out of thin air, allowing them to reach the sky in one step.

All kinds of signs have shown that the Wanjie chat group and that god are completely above the God Realm.

The God Realm of this continent is nothing but ants in front of that god.

Bibi Dong took a few deep breaths, bit her attractive red lips lightly with her white teeth, and a look of hesitation flashed across her beautiful eyes.

After a while, Bibi Dong's red lips parted slightly: "Come here..."

The sound waves spread outside the hall, and Ju Douluo, who was wearing a red dress, walked in instantly, saluted and said, "I have seen His Majesty the Pope!"

Bibi Dong glanced at him lightly, and said, "Is Xue'er still in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo respectfully said: "Yes, under your order, the young master is lurking in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, secretly operating forces."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Tell her to come back."

"This……"

Ju Douluo was full of embarrassment, he dared not agree.

The relationship between their mother and daughter seemed to be not good all the time, even if he was in charge of calling Qian Renxue back, the young master might not listen.

"Huh?" Bibi Dong frowned, "Why?"

"No... nothing..."

Ju Douluo, who knew Bibi Dong's tricks well, saw that she seemed to be angry, so he didn't dare to refuse at all, and hurriedly said: "This subordinate will definitely bring the young master back as soon as possible."

Bibi Dong nodded and raised her plain hand: "Go down."

"Yes."

Ju Douluo retreated quickly, not daring to stay for a moment longer.

Bibi Dong stared at the closed palace door with beautiful eyes, thoughtful.

She was going to offer Qian Renxue as a sacrifice to that god.

As the saintess of the Wuhun Temple, Qian Renxue was supposed to be burdened with luck, and at the same time she met the requirements of a pure woman, so it couldn't be more suitable for her to be used as a sacrifice to the God.

Moreover, referring to the previous events, after Qian Renxue ascended into the world of that god, her life essence should also be sublimated.

Immortality is naturally not a problem.

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and she gently breathed out a mouthful of orchid-like fragrance from her alluring red lips.

It was her little compensation for the child left behind by her poor twin sister.

Over the years, for revenge, she originally wanted to destroy Wuhun Palace and Qian Renxue, as well as herself.

Now that she has seen the power of God, she has gradually changed her mind, so let's start by offering sacrifices to Qian Renxue...

Ye Fan: "The Pope actually spoke, what a joy to congratulate! (ecstatic.jpg)"

Ye Fan: "But... what is a Martial Soul? Is there a power system on your side?"

Pope Wuhundian: "Yes, Wuhun is what people in our world awakened when they were six years old. It can assist people in their daily life and can also be used in battle. And some of them who have soul power can become A soul master who is admired by all people."

Ye Fan: "Oh! (pretend to understand, but actually don't understand.jpg)"

The Pope of Wuhundian: "..."

Ye Fan: "Don't brag, don't brag, I'm going to study the sacrificial method now, sell my belongings, gather a set of jade, and pile them into an altar."

Ye Fan: "However, I'm not a big man, and I can't produce any rare treasures, so I can barely use three animals, six animals, and five grains as offerings. (Poverty makes me cry.jpg)"

Mr. Murong: "Brother Ye, if you need money, you can borrow it from me first, my family... still has a little money..."

Ye Fan: "Ahem... Thank you, Brother Murong, but now chat groups can't give out red envelopes, and you can't borrow them even if you want!"

Ye Fan: "I will definitely trouble Brother Murong when I have a chance in the future, and I hope Brother Murong will not find me annoying!"

Mr. Murong: "It's easy to say, easy to say..."

Ye Fan: "It's so troublesome! I really want to put aside all the miscellaneous things and devote myself to cultivating immortality. (I want to become a fairy, my happiness is boundless.jpg)"

The Pope of Wuhundian: "If you want to cultivate yourself, no one can stop you. The reason is that you can't let it go."

Ye Fan: "It's very real...but people! After all, they are social creatures. When I come back from the class reunion, who else in the world can stop me from cultivating immortals!"

Seeing the flag set by Ye Fan, Su Chen's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

classmate reunion?

Then no one can stop him from cultivating anymore...

(End of this chapter)