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Chapter seven hundred and eighty first Vol'jin's death

Emerald Principality, Green Field City.

Even though natural disasters ravage the whole world, Green Field City's prosperity is still better than one day. Currently, the permanent population has exceeded one million. Even if there is still the island of Yunzhong in the sky, it is still the largest city in the Jade Principality.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, the first food festival will be officially held on October 10. The winner will receive the Superman Miracle Fruit and Eat the Fruit and have the opportunity to join the royal court."

The tender but loud shouts sounded on the streets, immediately attracting the attention of many people. As the Green Savages, many of them are not unfamiliar with the fruit of miracles. It is a fruit that truly contains miracles. No matter what their own talents are, they can have extraordinary power as long as they eat them. It can be said that it is the best choice for ordinary people to change their own class, not to mention that there is the opportunity to enter the royal court to work. Thinking of this, many people unconsciously turned their attention to the palace supported by thick vines and standing above the clouds.

"Give me one."

"Give me one."

The successive purchases sounded, and the thickness of the newspaper in the newspaper boy's hands decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Little guy, give me one too."

Hearing this voice, the newspaper boy who was so busy that he saw sweating on his forehead turned around and handed over a newspaper.

He is 1.67 meters tall, with golden hair, single ponytail, gray work clothes, a baseball cap, oval face, a little freckles, and a pair of big watery eyes. Although he is not beautiful, he is inexplicably cute and loves it very much.

"Thank you, little guy."

After taking the newspaper, the girl disappeared into the crowd.

"Is it a heart-to-heart? Is this what my brother said to be a heart-to-heart-to-heart?"

The boy covered his little heart with his right hand, and the newspaper boy stayed there. When he realized that he wanted to find it, the girl had disappeared, and only a copper coin was held in his palm.

“It’s really a good place.”

Walking on the sidewalk, holding ice cream in one hand, tasting it in small mouths, and watching the newspaper in the other hand, the girl seemed very comfortable.

"I'm afraid that little guy would never dream of me coming here."

Throwing the newspaper into the trash can, the girl's face was not as beautiful as a girl.

"Little Anqi, are you off work?"

"Little Anqi, how are you doing today?"

"Anqi, my mom made an apple pie and invited you to my house for supper."

When I walked into an ordinary community, everyone who saw the girl smiled and greeted her enthusiastically.

In response, the girl responded with a smile. Although He had lost most of his power, who could reject His charm? Everyone spontaneously moved closer to Him. This is human nature.

"It's really a good place, and I'm reluctant to destroy it."

Back to his temporary nest and lying on the soft bed, the thoughts in Angie, the past Wojin's mind were turning.

Thorn, the head of a bear doll was accidentally twisted off by Woking. For Sean and others who almost forced Him to death, He had hated him as much as his bone marrow. Everything related to Him should be completely destroyed, including this good city and this country.

"What's going on?"

With a heart warning, Wojin immediately sat up from the bed.

Although He fell into a period of weakness because of the tolerance of the divine power, and his power returned to silence, He was extraordinary after all. At this moment, the original noise was gone, and the room where He was in seemed to come from the city to the wilderness, which was obviously abnormal.

The light of inspiration shone without any hesitation. Wojin immediately triggered the means left in advance and wanted to jump space again, but this time it was unsuccessful. He was still in this small room.

With a gloomy face, Woking knew he was in real trouble.

Crack, the sound of the door lock twisting sounded, and a child in a black robe, one meter-two-meter tall walked into the small room, and behind him was a deep darkness.

He raised his head and his little face was terrible. There was a faint scarlet redness in Imir's eyes, his pupils were pitch black, without any impurities.

When the two looked at each other, Woking suddenly froze in place, his whole body was covered with an inexplicable coldness, and his hands and feet were cold.

"I saw it."

With a soft whisper, Emire spoke. At this moment, he was clearly looking at Woking, but his eyes seemed to be falling somewhere else.

It was at this time that Imil stretched out his little hand and made a scissors to cut the silk thread. At the same time, behind Him, a white bone figure wearing a crown, covered with purple energy appeared, and a quiet divine light flowed through his body. It was Danathus, the God of Death.

"I saw it."

The strange words echoed in nothingness, the murmur of the god of death. At this moment, Woking's body completely lost its temperature.

"I... died?"

The thought of falling into stagnation slowly moved, and at the moment of life's end, Woking realized something.

Eric used the illusory rules as the basis to transform the Reincarnation Eye and obtained a pair of illusory demon eyes. With the help of Danathus's death person, he peeked at the authority of death. After years of silence in the spiritual world, Emire finally mastered the rules of death, and his Reincarnation Eye also transformed. Based on the dying rules, he achieved the dying demon eyes, and wanted to look directly at death.

Under the eyes of the Death Demon, Wojin, whose own power fell into silence, was no longer flawless. The dead line was clearly visible and could be easily cut.

Hom, the dead line was cut and conceptually erased, Wojin fell into true death, and at the moment when the flame of His life was completely extinguished, a gold coin emerged from his divine body, which was Wojin's external divine power and omnipotent gold coin.

The sacred breath flows, and the golden light shines. The universal gold coins spontaneously trigger the power of wealth without anyone being dominated.

Om, time and space are twisted. Under the cover of the glory of wealth, the time and space that originally blocked this small room suddenly appeared for a moment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the universal gold coins were like wisdom and had to take the initiative to escape from here.

Under normal circumstances, after the divine power is accommodated by the gods, they will naturally collapse with the death of the gods. However, the current situation of the universal gold coins has broken this rule. Compared with the general divine power, the performance of the universal gold coins is closer to a real divine weapon, maintaining its own independence.

However, at this moment, the disordered time and space fell into stagnation, and everything, including the universal gold coins, fell into static. Only a palm covered with fine scales, shaped like dragon claws, was not affected. It crossed time and space, came from nothingness, and pinned the universal gold coins that wanted to escape in its hands.

Huh, the stagnant time and space have returned to normal. Sean, Morel, Siegel and Eric appeared in this small room. At this moment, Eric's angel wings had withered, his body was dry and bloody, his eyes were dull, and his body was filled with decaying evil spirits.

Angels share the glory and power of the gods, and are similar to that of the gods. Once they turn against the gods, they will be cursed and die in pain. Once the gods loyal to the angels die, the angels cannot survive alone. They are absolute subordinates of the gods, which has never changed.

Although Eric has been replaced by Emire in its roots, his extraordinary nature is still an angel. His previous actions have been regarded as betrayal by Woking and cursed. Now that Woking is dead, he is even more trapped in a desperate situation. If Emire's power is not maintained, he would have died long ago.

"Get started, Eric."

Playing with the universal gold coins in his hand and looking at the divine body left by Woking, Sean spoke.

Upon hearing this, a hint of desire flashed in his dim eyes, and Eric nodded. Although the real Eric had disappeared, as long as Emire did not deliberately manifest, Eric's behavior and even his feelings were the same as before.
Chapter completed!
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