Chapter 37: Failed Conspiracy

On the huge black stone platform, under the gaze of ferocious god statues around the stone platform, white lights shone one after another, and many god-level gods were teleported to the black stone platform one after another.

As the lowest level of god, Gao Yuan appeared on the black stone platform. With his divine sense, he knew that even himself, a total of 105 god-level god-levels gathered on the stone platform.

Due to the special laws, the huge stone platform cannot be determined for a while. It is just the simplest intuition that the huge stone platform should be around a radius of thousands of miles. Gao Yuan’s current spiritual power is not that he cannot break through the suppression of the law, but in front of many god-level levels, there is no need to be this pioneer.

Due to the special laws, the many ancient hideous statues standing around the stone platform are like standing beside everyone. As long as you stand on the stone platform, you can feel the many statues staring like substance, but the projection of the statues dozens of meters high in each person's mind is constantly increasing and changing, like unattainable mountains, giving every god-level huge spiritual pressure.

In the black space, there is no sun, moon and stars, only the unpredictable black void that covers the surroundings. Balls of fire are floating around the stone platform like torches. Under the most ancient lighting method, the dim flames shining on the stone platform are constantly swaying, forming disordered lights and shadows.

"Dong, dun, dun..."

The low and thick drum sounds that sounded at some time, with the desolation of ancient times, the deepest sadness and determination, resounded through time and space, and shocked everyone's soul.

Even if the people present are god-level who cross the boundaries of heaven and man, and are the most powerful group of humans above all sentient beings, they cannot ignore the powerful drum sound. The drum sounds that shock the soul and soul are like ancient war songs, which slowly arouse the blood in the chest of many god-level god-levels, and the fighting spirit in their hearts is also uncontrollably elevated.

Although the stone platform is not small, so many god-levels gather together, and their spiritual consciousness and mind power collide with each other, it seems very crowded. This is not a physical feeling, but an instinctive resistance mentality towards the same level of power.

Many god-level figures were quickly divided into teams according to their closeness and distantness. In the huge space, there were only four figures independent, and among the teams, several figures were particularly eye-catching.

The most eye-catching thing is of course the bald white-clothed Aurora. Aurora smiled indifferently, and anyone who looked at him would look back. Everyone knew his might, and no one was willing to provoke him. After just one look, they pretended to be gone.

What's more, there is a more popular scene worth paying attention to now.

Meng Ruren, an old-fashioned strong man in the space, stood in confrontation with the charming and sexy little white niece. The little white niece changed her usual charm and her beautiful face was cold and murderous intent. The momentum of the two of them could no longer be concealed.

There were only two people in the Sanren Alliance, which surprised Gao Yuan. Although he killed three, there were still four people left. The little white lady obviously realized that something was wrong, so she released such a strong hostility towards Meng Ruren and Gao Yuan. Gao Yuan was unintentionally interfering in the dispute between the two and stood quietly aside.

After wandering around Gao Yuan and Meng Ruren, the little white niang shouted coldly at Meng Ruren, "What the hell are you doing? Longlong, Sheyue, asked, plainclothes, Dongliu and others?"

Meng Ruren held a long sword, half-squinted her eyes as if she hadn't woken up, and she didn't seem to feel anything about the little white ladies' quick words and expressions. "Who knows? Maybe she's sick, maybe she's delayed, maybe she's overslept, maybe she's tired of playing, maybe she doesn't want to play anymore." Meng Ruren's words had no sincerity, and she couldn't even be perfunctory.

The little white lady was not angry when she heard this, and pointed at Meng Ru Ren and said, "You really started, you are so cruel! We have experienced four god battles together, but Dongliu, the two plainclothes have saved you more than once. Sheyue has treated you wholeheartedly. Although Longlong was sharp, he asked, although he was cunning, he also tried his best to do his best to this alliance. You are indeed crazy!"

At the end, the little white niang was excited, her face flushed, and she looked extremely sad.

Meng Ruren said lightly: "If you are familiar, don't talk nonsense, otherwise I will sue you for slander."

The little white lady shook her head and slowly and resolutely retreated, "It's hopeless! She seeks death!"

"Hey, you dead shemale, don't speak so viciously." Faced with the little white ladies' seriousness, Meng Ruren still showed a casual smile. "You know, my sexual orientation is normal, it's impossible for us. Then you don't have to make hatred because of love! I said, don't be too extreme in life. You have the freedom to love me, and I have the freedom to not love you..."

Everyone present was god-level. Meng Ruren and Little White Niang did not deliberately hide the communication between them. Everyone clearly sensed their words and actions.

Compared to the sadness and anger of the little white niang, Meng Ruren's seemingly funny language reveals a more resentful and resentful heartbroken one. The sharp conflict between the two is not something that can be covered up by those boring words. Of course, Meng Ruren never wanted to cover up anything.

The retreating little white nie suddenly said to Gao Yuan: "I'll give you a piece of advice, don't work with a lunatic."

Gao Yuan nodded slightly and said, "Thank you for your advice."

Seeing that Gao Yuan did not react, the little white lady didn't say anything anymore and turned around and entered the team where Lei Laohu was. Meng Ruren's eyes shrank slightly behind her and said to herself: "The dead shemale man in Shuishi Yanghua is indeed a gangster, and she remains unchanged..."

In the space of God, although there are not many people in the Sanren Alliance, they are all old god-level and are also in the upper and middle-level positions in the god-level team. There is only Meng Rubian left in such a Sanren Alliance, as if she is leading a newcomer. This kind of change occurs during the war of gods, which is not something that is unlucky.

Many gods, some gloat about the changes, some are indifferent, and some are hurtful. Many gods' different feelings about this show the complex relationship between gods.

But no matter what, no one interfered. After all, this was an internal matter among others. Tang Yue stood with several god-level players and watched the incident with fun. Tang Yue's eyes flashed over high and stopped slightly.

Gao Yuan sensed Tang Yue's gaze and looked back coldly. Facing Gao Yuan's Zhan Ran's but distant gaze, Tang Yue smiled sweetly, as if he had completely forgotten the deep hatred between them. Feeling Tang Yue's strong provocation, Gao Yuan formed a knife-shaped finger on the index finger and middle finger, and gestured a throat-cutting position between his throat.

Tang Yue smiled, his pink cherry lips opened and closed, and said silently: "I'll wait for you..."

The gods around Tang Yue are all from the non-human research association, and they are also old-fashioned strong men. Seeing Gao Yuan's new gods so rampant, they all show their anger and think that Gao Yuan is really ignorant of life or death.

However, due to the absence of experts such as Kitten, the non-human association has a weak momentum. Several god-level people who don’t know the final result are also worried about the upcoming god war and have no intention of really pursuing Gao Yuan’s provocation. However, they still have to do some superficial attitude.

A hundred miles away from Gao Yuan and the others left, Qinglan, the president of the Mingyue Association, stood solemnly in silver armor. The silver armor on her body was not full of heavy armor, but a combination of light armor, namely helmet, breastplate, skirt armor, elbow guards, shoulder guards, and knee-length armor boots. The silver armor on the whole body condensed like a silver moonlight, with soft and moist light and clear. The whole body design is gorgeous and noble, and it takes into account practicality.

The beautiful neck, elbows, and a small piece of legs on the knees that were just exposed, and the jade-like skin was more dazzling and brighter than the silver armor condensed by the moonlight. It fully demonstrated the bright and noble beauty of Qinglan, which was the crown of Qinglan, and the heroic decisiveness of the world. It was like Qinglan of the female war god, which made everyone who watched it was amazed.

Linlin, who was standing next to Qinglan, was wearing a golden armor. Her style was also complex and gorgeous. Her petite but delicate figure did not look bloated under the wrapper of the golden armor, but instead showed a rare bravery and fierce look on a woman.

On the outside, there were nine god-level masters wearing golden armor. They all put down their armor, and all their auras were blocked in the golden armor. Ten golden armors surrounded Qinglan and were really full of stars. The momentum and the lineup were so strong that no team in the audience could compare with it.

Linlin, who was standing beside Qinglan, said to Gao Yuan, "Look, he has also become a god-level person, and is still very arrogant! He is really a man who should treat him with admiration for three days!"

Qinglan said seriously: "Linlin, you have been in seclusion and don't know the situation. This person has been a sensational figure in the space recently and is very dangerous. Don't be careless. According to the news, there are at least three god-level people who died at his hands."

"Ah! Who are they?" Linlin had gone to find Gao Yuan and wanted to lead him into the club. In a blink of an eye, he not only became a god-level, but also killed several old god-levels, which made Linlin a little unbelievable. Of course, Linlin was definitely not suspicious of the accuracy of Qinglan's news, but was very puzzled by it. Looking back on Gao Yuan's escape from the battle under the oppression of Mo Hui, it seemed that it was just yesterday's incident.

Qinglan stroked the hilt of the Mingyue Sword on his waist and sighed, "Ask the layman, Sheyue and Longlong."

Linlin was slightly shocked. It would be fine if the others didn't know the depth, but Longlong was the most famous swordsman in the space. Qinglan also praised him very much when he was in the swordsmanship. Linlin changed her mind and said, "There are five people missing from the Sanren Alliance. Could it be that they were all killed by him? Why do he look very familiar with Meng Ruren?"

Qinglan's face was slightly dark, "Meng Ruren's man's plan was definitely not a good person. Lei Laohu had already passed the news with me before, and this time, I must not let Meng Ruren succeed."

Linlin said strangely: "Meng Ruren is not the most confused. It is rare that he has ever cared about what he has done. What conspiracy?"

Qing Lan sighed softly: "Human hearts are as deep as abyss, who can tell others' thoughts clearly? When Lei Laohu takes action to deal with this matter, we can just watch it."

The conversation between Qinglan and Linlin was unexpectedly heard by others because of the protection of multiple areas.

Of course, Meng Ru Ren could not hear it, but he went to see it. Lei Laohu took a big step and reached dozens of miles in front of Meng Ru Ren. Lei Laohu's step was obviously aimed at Meng Ru Ren. Lei Laohu's powerful domineering aura also pressed towards Meng Ru Ren.
Chapter completed!