Seven swords return to the body.

Zhang Ruochen put away the monument of the God of Rebellion, came to the opposite side of Kongzhi, and slapped it out with a palm. Suddenly, the originally indestructible golden body shattered with a bang and turned into a pile of golden pieces like glass.

Only a hot divine source the size of a fist, and thirteen relics were left, floating in the air.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out his right hand, pressed his index finger and middle finger on the divine source, closing his eyes to perceive.

After a while, he shook his head gently.

Then, Zhang Ruochen spread his palms and grabbed the thirteen relics in his palms, feeling them again.

This time, some pictures finally appeared in my mind.

In the picture, the complete stele of the God Rebellion stands on the top of a sacred mountain.

Below the Monument of the Reverse God, there are powerful figures standing. They look different and come from different races. At the same time, there are more powerful figures like this flying towards the sacred mountain.

It's like a party, or a solemn ceremony.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen trembled all over and his mind was in a splitting pain. The figures in the picture looked like fireballs, which could burn his holy soul and mental power, making it impossible for him to continue exploring.

"The gods gather together, there are monks and Taoists, demons and demons, and there are dragons. The gods and the gods are against the gods, why are they against the gods? They should be all gods, and they can't go against themselves, right?"

While Zhang Ruochen was pondering, the roar of two dragon-like monsters came from below.
Chapter completed!