Chapter 4073

At the scene, there are only a few star gods who can still stand within a hundred miles of the top of the cloud.

More spectators have retreated a hundred miles away.

But even so, everyone's heart stopped!

The war is suffocating!

Although I can't understand what happened.

However, the palm of the black robe has already set the world!

"Sword... Lord sword God!!"

Nolan and others turned pale. They couldn't feel whether ye fan was dead or alive?!

"Not dead yet!"

Belfinger said suddenly.

"How did you see that?" Yao Guang asked.

"That shameless thing wants to kill!"

As soon as belfinger reminded the people of the dragon blood tree tribe, they found that Simon was casting some kind of magic?

At this time, Simon condensed thousands of Dharma arrays in his hand, and the power of chaos has turned into a hanging sharp blade!

"Shit! It's the 'holy sword of pulfik'!"

Bynes recognized the origin of the forbidden spell and shouted, "he can't succeed!"

As soon as the Asilan masters heard this, their faces changed greatly!

There have been countless dazzling mages in the history of Aslan, but the highest status is the Aslan Fasheng, pulfik!

As the first three of the temple judges, pulfik left a lot of powerful forbidden magic.

The "holy sword of pulfik" clearly records that it once killed eight robbery green dragons in one blow!

It is said that after the first World War, the world realized that even the immortal existence in the eyes of ordinary people can be killed.

The prerequisite is to reach a high enough level!

This spell is almost a perfect powerful killing move. The only disadvantage is that it takes a long time to prepare for casting.

At this moment, if ye fan, who has lost his combat ability, is cursed by such a move, the consequences will be unimaginable!

"Damn it!"

Belfinger took the lead and rushed into the huge pit. He showed his cultivation and tried to resist.

"Dragon evil! Protect the sword God!!"

Nolan didn't react until he took several other people with him.

The Tiangang array was set up in the air, and a huge shield shrouded the whole pit.

"Why are you so nervous suddenly? Aren't you afraid of death?" Barr looked at belfinger.

"This king is not for this boy, but for the face of his adoptive father."

Belfinger scolded, "it's over, it's really over... Damn... The opponent is too strong to even interrupt the casting..."

Simon looked contemptuous when he saw a group of guards below.

"Just a group of mole ants, also want to block the Purfick holy sword..."

"Well, today I will judge you together with the sword God!"

But just then, the black judge stretched out his hand.

"Stop."

Simon was stunned. "What did you say?"

"This man cannot be killed."

"Why? I'll wait for him this time, isn't it to judge him?"

"The ruling is about what happened here and does not mean the execution of this person."

Simon frowned. "You didn't want me to kill him in the beginning?"

"If I don't do it, can you kill him?"

Black robe asked, "if you really kill him, how long do you think you can live?"

Simon's eyelids beat a few times and had to stop angrily.

"Is it possible that our temple is still afraid of the man?"

"It's not fear, it's reason."

The black robe said, "the temple is the guardian of order. If he really dies, he will die."

"What do you mean?"

Simon's eyes twinkled: "isn't it enough for him to provoke disputes in Aslan and try to dominate Aslan as a foreign nationality?"

"Of course not!"

Suddenly, a clear female voice spread all over everyone's ears.

With countless bits of light, the statue of the goddess of beauty in the destroyed temple was reunited and restored in mid air.

Then, the God of beauty, Freja, appeared from the statue and stepped directly into the battlefield.

"It's Lord Meishen!!"

"Meet the God of beauty!"

Seeing the most beautiful existence in their hearts, the Assyrians showed respect and admiration one by one and knelt down to worship.

"Freja?" Simon's eyelids jumped again, feeling a little bad.

Freja glanced at Simon lightly and didn't pay much attention.

"The great God of heaven, Antu God of war, thank you for coming today to preside over justice for the Aslan civilization."

"Beauty is polite", the destiny of the black robe nodded slightly.

Simon was stunned. "When are you..."

Then he realized that fate and Antu had something to do with Freja?

"Simon!"

Frejia rebuked coldly, "even if you are the judge, you are also born in Aslan. You can call the name of God freely?"

Hearing this conversation, the Asians below showed strange expressions one after another.

Why does it seem that... The God of beauty is dissatisfied with the patron saint?

Didn't you say that the two had a great relationship? It doesn't seem to be true.

"The children of Aslan..."

Frejia said with a sad face, "my old friend, dumutz... His fall was really done by Simon."

As soon as this came out, all the Asians fried the pot directly!

One after another, the faces were full of shock!

"Freja! Are you crazy?" Simon gnashed his teeth. "Is there any evidence that you slander me like this?"

"Simon, if you want people to know, don't do it unless you do it yourself."

Frejia said, "it's not difficult for you to collude with my worthless sister, Brad, the God of death and pain, as long as you have a heart to trace it."

"Just now, the sword God has proved his innocence with the memory left by dumutz, and can you... Prove your innocence?"

"In the final analysis, you are just groundless!" Simon cold hum.

Friga smiled. "Now, do you think the evidence is so important?"

"What do you mean?" Simon squinted.

Freja pointed to tens of thousands of eyes below and looked around at the magic prisms.

"At this moment, all the Asians are watching."

"Who killed dumutz? Do you think there is really no answer in everyone's mind?"

Frejia disdained and said, "Simon, I tell you, as long as I frejia is still the LORD God of Aslan, I won't allow you to act recklessly!!"

Hearing these words, the Assyrians of all major tribes raised their arms and shouted.

"Long live the God of beauty! Long live!..."

For a time, even the Asians far away from all sides were excited!

Simon behind the mask was livid.

He knew that his reputation would be affected by a series of things.

Frejia is so magnanimous that she openly supports the sword God and believes that dumutz was killed by his Simon

After all, it is one of the two main gods of Aslan, and its believers have a deep foundation.

Freja's statement has given the Aslan people support. Of course, they are no longer afraid of him, Simon!

Even, many people have been shouting slogans such as "down with Simon" and "revenge for the God of nature"

"Simon, see? This is your real position in the eyes of the Asians..."

"The righteous have much help but the unjust have little help. You left Aslan, entered the Academy, and then entered the temple..."

"All the way, you are the greatest child in the world of Aslan, and you are also the pride of dumutz and I."

"But your greed has made you and the spruce tribe a cancer of the Asiatic civilization!"

"Whether you admit your crime or not, you are no longer worthy to be the patron saint of Aslan."

Frejia looked at the destiny, "the destiny emperor, please judge the death of dumutz."

"God of beauty, rest assured that the temple will give a satisfactory answer to the Aslan world."

Simon's eyes were red. He realized that from the beginning, the "bitch" had betrayed him and contacted the temple in private!!

She didn't come out, just waiting for ye fan to poke out all kinds of things. At the critical moment, she came out and made a final decision!

"Simon, don't be confused," Antu whispered.

Simon took a deep breath and realized that this was not a place for revenge.

He had to say coldly, "you're cruel, Freja, but even so... The temple won't take me. Wait..."

The three adjudicators opened the portal and were ready to leave.

But just then, a low voice pierced the sky like a sharp blade and pierced into everyone's ears

"Stop... Who let you go?"

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