The moment the giant dragon appeared, all the old gods in the temple and the distinguished guests from various higher worlds were shocked without exception.
"What is that? A dragon?"
"Is it a real dragon? I don't believe it. Dragons don't belong in this ant world."
"No, Zhuhua did have a Dragon God in the past. At that time, Zhuhua was one of the candidates for the higher plane."
"When you mention that, it reminds me. Yes, Zhu Hua was quite powerful back then, but ultimately failed the test of the torrent and became an ant world."
"It's really ridiculous that their rulers at the time were unwilling to annex other worlds and were willing to give up such a good opportunity."
"Why is the Dragon God following behind the God of Judgement?"
Chu Mu read all the information without missing a word, and a bold guess came to his mind: Hong Liu regretted his choice back then.
Although this guess is quite bizarre, it is the only reasonable explanation.
The standard used by the torrent to select gods completely follows the rule of the survival of the fittest. Zhu Hua did not want this to happen and gave up the opportunity to become a higher-level being.
The flood was very angry, so for a long time afterwards, the Hua people faced various disasters.
Now Hong Liu regretted it, so he gave Zhu Hua the opportunity to rebel against the temple and also gave Chu Mu the opportunity to kill the god.
[It turns out that no matter who you are, you will regret making the wrong decision.]
Chu Mu looked at the large and small screens in the water mirror and decided to take a gamble:
"Dear leaders of other worlds, the Dragon God has reappeared to protect the Hua people. From now on, I will no longer be the God of Judgement of the Temple. On behalf of the Hua people, I will declare war on the Temple."
A single word caused a thousand waves, and all the reactions on the water mirror were in chaos.
The third eye on the forehead of the God of Prescience burst out with murderous intent: "Chu Mu, do you know what you are saying?"
"With the flood as my witness," Chu Mu raised his head to the sky, as if looking at something through the void, "I voluntarily give up the throne of the God of Judgement, and from now on, I will share life and death with Zhu Hua."
Zila... Zila...
There was a crisp sound like tearing silk, and an invisible giant hand stretched out from the void and placed on Chu Mu's head.
It pinched two fingers and pulled out a ball of red dark fire from Chu Mu's soul.
The flames floated into the air and then transformed into another Chu Mu who was sleeping with his eyes closed.
That is the God of judgment.
The giant hand took the red-robed God of Judgement into its palm and squeezed it tighter and tighter.
The severe pain came without exception, and the pain of his soul being crushed made Chu Mu lose color in an instant.
Fan Ji stood three meters away, and in front of him was an impenetrable wall of nothingness.
He watched Chu Mu's face turn pale and blood flow from all seven orifices, but he could only smash his clenched fists against the wall of nothingness.
He knew that this was Chu Mu's battle.
The moment his soul was completely destroyed, Chu Muwa spat out a large mouthful of blood, then fell to one knee, looking so fragile as if he was only breathing his last breath.
Others cannot see this hand, but Chu Mu and the people and gods on Shui Jing's side can see it clearly.
The God of Time smiled maliciously: "Look, the messenger hand of Lord Hongliu has appeared. He will not tolerate any disobedient son of God. Chu Mu is dead...huh?"
The smile on the God of Time's face froze.
The giant hand that completely crushed the soul of the God of Judgement did not crush Chu Mu into dust as the temple wished, but gently touched Chu Mu's head.
Just like a strict elder treats a beloved younger generation.
The pain in Chu Mu's body receded rapidly like the tide, and was replaced by a new kind of strength.
A power completely different from the cold and indifferent God of Judgement.
The shadow of the dragon sensed the change in Chu Mu's aura and roared towards the sky in response.
The dragon's roar passed through the water mirror and reached the temple directly. The enormous force caused several old gods to change their faces at the same time.
"Damn it, he got the approval of the torrent..."
"Hahaha, that's great," Chu Mu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and made an increasingly demanding request. "Since we've officially declared war, shouldn't we isolate the temple from spying on me for the sake of fairness? If you want to know what I'm doing, come down and see for yourself."
This request was quite reasonable. The messenger representing the torrent waved his hand lightly, and the prying breath that enveloped Zhuhua completely disappeared.
Chu Mu was delighted and continued, "I have another suggestion. There is a chasm between mortals and gods. Before the battle between me and the temple is decided, the gods of the temple should not attack mortals."
The Hand of the Torrent paused for a few seconds, and finally wrote a golden text on the empty space: [When the gods kill a mortal, their power decreases by 10%.]
Although Chu Mu did not achieve his desired goal, this result was acceptable.
Chu Mu touched his chin and said, "Since you're here, why don't you help me remove the restriction on Fan Ji?"
Chu Mu still remembered Fan Ji saying that if he used the power of the Lord God to deal with the temple here, he would be killed.
Hong Liu's hand froze, and suddenly he snapped his fingers at Chu Mu, as if rebuking his wishful thinking.
Then, the giant hand disappeared, and the black clouds gathered in the air quietly dissipated, revealing a long-lost star.
The starlight is still dim, but it makes this endless night no longer completely dark.
The wall of nothingness disappeared, and Fan Ji rushed behind Chu Mu and hugged him in his arms.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get it for you..."
Fan Ji shook his head. Chu Mu suddenly felt his shoulder was a little wet. He turned around in surprise and said, "Hey, you are not crying, are you? My Lord God?"
Fan Ji neither let go nor looked up, just like a shy young wife.
Chu Mu was about to continue making jokes when Lao Ba popped up in his head: "Mu Mu, stop flirting. The old bastards in the temple have decided to fully unleash the evil creatures in Zhu Hua's territory. They must destroy Zhu Hua as soon as possible. You need to speed up."
Gods cannot attack mortals, as doing so will damage their own divine power.
But Hongliu did not restrict them from using Gui to kill people on their behalf.
"Hehe, you got taken advantage of." Chu Mu mocked the omnipotent Hong Liu mercilessly.
It was probably because of this oversight that Hongliu gave Lao Ba the ability to investigate the temple. In other words, both sides were now cheating, and it all depended on who would kill whom first.
{Mumu, the holder of the Nine-Tailed Fox's ninth tail has entered the palace. You must find a way to sneak in.}
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On the other hand, the contract that Chu Mu had signed with Hong Liu as the God of Judgement was automatically invalidated, and the divine power of Chu Meng and Feloni, who stayed in the valve headquarters, returned at the same time.
Felloni was ecstatic and broke free from the chains, controlling the artifact to destroy the valve into ruins.
A spear blocked Feloni's bow, and the red-haired killer stood in front of Feloni coldly.
"Tsukumo," Filoni gnashed his teeth, his hatred tangible, "The contract has been dissolved, Chu Mu is dead!"
"No," Chu Meng's pupils trembled slightly, and then condensed into a heavier murderous aura, "Even if you die a hundred times, Chu Mu will not die!"
How could the mortal world possibly withstand the battle of gods? The entire area centered on the valve headquarters began to tremble like a collapse.
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