Chapter 1072-The Celestial Venerable asks the Nordic God

him.and the silver ball of light in front of me also exudes the smell of "origin", but it is different from the origin of the dark night of Lin Qi Night.is this the "origin" of another lawat this mom...the moral one paced forward, skimming lightly across the broken half of the rainbow bridge. he gave a light Gee and looked ahead in surprise.

at the end of the Rainbow Bridge, a giant in brilliant gold armor stood there like a mountain, his powerful powers rolling out of him, full of high-spirited war intentions.

"is it rumored that the Watchman of the Rainbow Bridge in Asgard"

the moral veneration raised his brow and glanced calmly over him, "but he has some strength."

"the Heavenly Lord of the Great Summer." Heimdahl stood at the head of the rainbow bridge, staring coldly at the pacing Taoist, "Sorry, this road is blocked."

"really"

moral Tian Zun said faintly, step forward on the right foot, gently step on it.

the whole Rainbow Bridge, with half of Asgard, flashes at this foot!

in an instant, all the colors between heaven and earth were erased, leaving only black and white. Under this picture like an old movie, only the moral God himself, dressed in Taoist robes, still retains the original color.

Heimdahl's eyes blinked, and the figure of the man disappeared from his view.

he was about to do something when a mellow voice sounded leisurely behind him, "the way to the temple is too far, and the poor road is still short of a mount." You, very good. "

Heimdahl's pupils suddenly contracted!

A palm fell gently on his shoulder, the surging black and white gas poured into Heimdahl's body, the metaphysical way was intertwined in his body, and the huge body dressed in gold armor began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye!

he held the hands of the sword and gradually turned into a pair of cow's hoofs, his angry eyes gradually lost their luster, his huge body curled up on the ground, and the cyan fur intertwined on the surface of his skin, like a huge bag, putting his whole person into it.

after ten breaths, the giant at the end of the rainbow bridge was transformed into a green cow and stood meekly on the side of the Taoist.

the moral one stretched out his hand, patted the tall cow on the back, turned over and rode on it with a faint smile:

"Don't worry, this method can only last for one day, and after the statute of limitations, you will return to the original." Today, you will be wronged and walk along the poor road. "

under the hand of the moral God, the green cow had no resistance, and his muddy and dull eyes turned to the direction of the high temple, so he carried the Taoist and walked to the sacred mountain step by step.

above the sacred mountain.

except for Odin, the king of the gods on the throne, the eyes of the other Nordic gods on both sides were full of shock.

"he turned Heimdahl into a cow!" Thor said in disbelief, "how on earth did he do it"

Loki stared at the bull-riding Taoist in the distance, frowning tightly, twinkling in his long, narrow eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

with a touch of anger in his eyes, Tyre, the god of war, clenched his teeth, stepped forward, saluted Odin above the throne and solemnly said,

"Father, please let me lead the Nordic War Department to meet the enemy!" In any case, he must not be allowed to break into the temple, which is an insult to me, Asgard! " Odin, on the throne of

, looked away from the moral one, glanced at him, and nodded slightly.

"go ahead."

"Yes!"

Tyre's eyes flashed with a high-spirited sense of war, and without saying a word, he rushed out of the temple with his sword on his back and disappeared into a stream of light.

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Asgard, Sunset Avenue.

on the jade masonry main road from the Rainbow Bridge all the way to Shenshan, a man riding a green cow is walking slowly in the air.

A large number of Nordic gods and goddesses gathered on both sides of the road, gazing at the bull rider, with different lights in their eyes, fear, curiosity, worry, anger.

not all of these Nordic gods are good at fighting, and even most of them, like Blaki, are gentle gods who only grow, play musical instruments, weave, and recite poems. There are few who can muster up the courage to intercept the horrors from the Great Summer.

moral Heaven rode a green bull and walked quickly on Sunset Boulevard for a while, but no god stepped in to stop him, which made him feel a little funny.

"No wonder you survived under the fog of a hundred years ago." Hehe. "

moral divine respect made a faint mockery.

he rode an ox across Sunset Boulevard and came to the foot of the mountain where the supreme temple is located. When he was about to climb the mountain, countless streams of light flew from the horizon and turned into a Nordic god in armour, standing on the thousand steps of the mountain. On the last step of

, Tyre, the god of war, holding a sword in one hand and an Aegis in the other, was coldly looking at the heavenly one at the foot of the mountain, his eyes flashing with the intention of killing.

"it seems that the Nordic gods are not all cowards."

the moral one gently jumped down from the cow's back, stroked the cow's horn, raised his hand, and a wooden sword roared out of the supreme temple on the top of the mountain and landed in his palm.

wearing a black-and-white robe and holding a wooden sword, he climbed the ladder calmly.

"kill him!"

Tyre, the god of war, gave a low roar and stood on the steps overlooking the many gods of the Taoist people.

countless bright lights erupted from the mountain, and the moral Master held a sword in one hand, and his expression did not change at all. he gently lifted the fragile wooden sword, and in an instant, the surrounding heaven and earth was dyed black and white again.

the divine power of pallor and darkness fell down, but could not touch him at all. They all passed strangely around the body, and the messy strands of hair fluttered with the wind, orderly in disorder.

he raised his wooden sword and chopped it in front of him at random, and the black divine blood gushed out and spilled on the climbing steps.

even in the face of the siege of the gods, his pace did not stagnate at all, but with a wonderful rhythm, step by step, every sword swept out, a large number of gods fell.

behind him, the white sun rose slowly.

Tinker Bell!

with a light sound, Tyre, the god of war, his right arm was chopped off by the light of the sword and hit the ground. He suddenly spurted a mouthful of black blood and fell from the top of the mountain.

moral God took a step, stepped on the last step, the black and white shrouded in heaven and earth finally dissipated, a red sun hung behind him, the river of blood of the climbing steps, reflected incomparably red.

straw sandals, robes, hairpins, wooden swords.

the body of the Blessed one has not even been stained with a ray of blood. he is like a Taoist who has just burned incense and bathed in it, and he still exudes a faint fragrance.

with his sword in hand, he stepped gently into the temple, looked up at the one-eyed old man sitting on the white throne, and smiled:

"Odin, poor way." To kill you. " people around us gather and besiege them! ""No problem!""Brother Liu, let's go together."when everyone was scattered to search, a younger recruit walked up to another recruit and seemed a little scar...