After understanding all this, Langshen couldn't help but replied with a smile.
"That's not like you."
"Oh? Why?"
"Because I was indirectly saved by Ye Yu Wang, weren't you the same? Now you were saved twice by Ye Yu Wang, and I was saved once. How can they be the same?"
The voice of the God of Love slowly reached my ears.
Fighting Buddha was stunned at first, then he burst into a hearty monkey laugh.
"It seems to be true now that you put it that way. I, Old Sun, was saved by King Ye twice. If I am still alive after this war of gods, I will treat King Ye to a good drink to express my gratitude."
㟧Langshen thrust out with his three-pointed, two-sided halberd.
The divine power shone like a ray of light, piercing through the bodies of ten gods in an instant.
The God of Love followed up with a sentence.
"Count me in sometime."
It was like a domino effect. The gods who had fought against God in person had their pressure released as Qin Ye set up the Burning Sky Butcher Knife to act in reverse.
From the indigenous gods of Africa.
"Count me in too. I must treat King Ye to three cups of wine. I remember the most important etiquette at the Daxia wine table is to drink three cups in a row, right?"
One of the ten main gods of Olympus is Hades, the god of the underworld.
"If you want to treat the Night King to a drink, you can do it in my underworld. I am willing to take out my collection of ten thousand year old red wine. It is a collection of wine from the Titans, and I have kept it until death."
The indigenous African gods are not far from Hades, the god of the underworld.
When you learn the words of Hades.
The African native god said: "Oh? The Titans left behind this divine wine? Don't you feel bad?"
"No." Hades smiled. Thousands of gods surrounded him.
As Hades surged with the power of the underworld, a cloud of gloomy and sinister smoke appeared, covering the gods themselves.
"If Zeus wanted to drink it, or if Zeus wanted to host a banquet, I wouldn't complain or even find an excuse not to take it out."
"But if it's the Night King."
"I am happy to offer this collection of wine, Lord Ye, it is worth it."
They are talking to each other here.
In this battlefield of gods filled with fierce battles, it is particularly eye-catching.
Fentian noticed it and frowned, but he didn't want to say too much. He looked at the God in front of him.
"Do you still want to continue? Even if you continue like this, there is indeed a chance to severely injure the Night King."
"But the prerequisite is that you must first severely injure me, or my relatives, before you can severely injure the Night King."
"But before this, after you severely injure our bodies, the other gods will have a chance to withdraw their hands. Will you still have a chance to severely injure the Night King then? At another time..."
God paused, pretending to keep the question in suspense.
"There's an old saying in Daxia: 'If you try to steal a chicken, you'll end up losing the rice.' Don't do that now."
Fentian remained silent, just staring at God.
The Vedas are still shining.
It seems that he really wants to give it a try and take a risk.
But just two seconds later.
Fentian finally frowned and said: "Forget it, since you are willing to pay the price of the fall of heaven, why can't I give up on seizing the time of the Night King."
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