Chapter 1697: Good fortune stele opens

The elder died, and the inheritance of Tianbao fell into the hands of the enemy. Even if there were two senior gods and twenty-one intermediate gods on the side of the Tianfeng tribe, they did not have the courage to resist Song Yong anymore.
"After taking the oath, I will not be my enemy any more, I can spare you!" Song Ye looked at the deities of the Tianfeng clan. This was not that he did not want to chop off the Tianfeng clan, but he It was found that someone secretly was about to move, and if he continued to do so, that group of people would surely follow suit.
He hasn't entered the Fortune of Heaven, he doesn't want to reveal the real hole cards, so he chooses to take a step back.
It was said that all the people of the Tianfeng tribe were full of humiliation, and the dignified second race was actually reduced to the need to take an oath to survive.
"What? Unwilling!"
There was a bit of coldness and murder in Song Ye's face, and he threw the inheritance Tianbao to Ouyang Weiwei. This inheritance Tianbao needed the spiritual power of the Tianfeng family to motivate.
"Okay! We swear!"
Persecuted by Song Yan's eyes, the gods of the Tianfeng tribe finally surrendered and made an oath of humiliation.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding spectators were silent.
The human beings were very excited, one person forced the gods of the Tianfeng tribe to be so embarrassed, and there was a light on the faces of the human beings.
"Indeed, one blue wins one blue, Chu Fan, you are the pride of our people!"
On the same day, the phoenixes left, and the of longevity came forward to express their goodwill.
"Longevity Great God!"
Song Yan said modestly.
Then, the gods of the human race came one after another, and the God of Longevity took the initiative to introduce Song Ye: "Chu Fan, this is the goddess of the prophet, this is the medicine old, this is the of war, this is ...!"
"I have seen the Goddess of the Prophet, I have seen Yao Lao, I have seen the God of War ..."
Seeing the ceremony one by one, Song Xuan did not see the arrogance and arrogance of the previous one, which was a surprise to the gods of the tribe, and his affection and identification with Song Xuan also greatly increased.
After a few greetings, Song Yan invited the gods of the human race into the battle.
The gods of the human race have lived for at least thousands of thousands of years, and they have many secrets. After a chat, Song Yan benefited a lot.
This time, the human gods came with two high-level deities, fifteen middle-level deities, and more than thirty low-level deities.
Because they have a long time to become gods, each one's divine powers have been extremely refined, and they have created their own supernatural powers. Therefore, their strength is better than the new gods who become gods in the forest of creation. Talk to the end.
The God of Longevity suddenly reminded him that his tone was more solemn.
"The two dragons and phoenixes have always had a close relationship. This time you have severely fallen into the face of the tianfeng clan, and you must be careful when you enter the heavenly stele of good fortune!"
"thanks for reminding!"
Song Zheng nodded solemnly.
Two more hours later, the gods of the human race filed for resignation, but before leaving, the gods of the human race took out various fruits and elixir as gifts, which were picked by them after entering the forest.
These divine fruit elixir had little effect on them. Instead, giving it to Song Yan could be a favor.
After sending away the human gods, Song Yong entered the temple again.
He didn't intend to enter the temple originally, but after fighting with the Tianfeng clan, he felt a hint of crisis. If he could improve some strength before entering the heavenly stele, he would have more grasp of the godly light.
Outside for three days.
Three thousand days passed in the temple.
"Hey!"
In the exercise room of the temple, Song Yong sighed gently, and then he got up. He used the huge amount of fruit given by the gods of the human race, but still failed to make the star body reach the fifth level.
With a thought, he walked out of the temple.
King Xin, Princess Vientiane and others have stopped practicing. Have a distant look at the Fortune of Heaven.
At this moment, the yin and yang space-time power outside the Fortune Celestial Monument is getting weaker and weaker, and it will be opened soon.
Song Zheng put away the array and took everyone to the hundred meters of the Tianzhu Monument.
A large number of souls have been gathered around, and the number is no less than 10,000, of which at least 3,000 are gods.
It is known from the mouths of the gods of the human race that gods do not need to create the beast of the beast, and only creatures that do not reach the level of the need the beast of the beast.
Therefore, at least half of the people present are not eligible to enter.
"Little brother, why don't we go together!"
The gods of the human race took the initiative to go to Song Yan, and the Prophet Goddess smiled.
"No, I'm going to go alone!"
Song Kun shook his head, and then Song Kun asked the gods of the human race, hoping that the gods of the human race would take the King Xin Xin and Princess Vientiane together.
As for the Dragon race and the Blood Demon race, their races have masters coming, and Liu Long and others and Winnie Muse and others need to follow their race.
"Chu Fan, I'm with you!"
Ouyang Weiwei said, pleading in her tone.
"No!"
Although Ouyang Weiwei holds a big killer in her hand, it can be regarded as a help if she stays with her, but his goal is all the gods of creation, that will definitely offend the gods of all races and it is too dangerous to leave her by her side.
As for the others, they did not make such a request, because they all knew that their strength was too low, and staying with Song Yan would only drag him down.
Rejected by Song Yan, Ouyang Weiwei was a little unhappy.
time flies.
Finally, the yin and yang space-time power outside of the heavenly stele disappeared. Then, the heavenly stele revealed its true features. The monument with a height of more than 100,000 feet was engraved with dense inscriptions.
Song Kun knew that these inscriptions were runes from the divine realm.
"Boom!"
A huge portal appeared, five hundred feet high and two hundred feet wide, enough to accommodate a large number of souls.
"go!"
A dense, densely popped up, flew towards the portal.
After the entrance, it is a huge space. In front of it is a row of stairs that can accommodate hundreds of people to step up.
"This is the ascending ladder. Only on the 99th floor can you enter the second floor!"
Gods who have lived for many years reminded.
So someone rushed forward.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
There are at least three hundred spirits rushing up, and there are many deities, but most of them are repelled by invisible forces on the stairs.
The part of the person who climbed the stairs became extremely dignified and his movements became extremely heavy. Many people were preparing to step onto the second ladder, but the foot was left there for a long time and could not fall.
However, several people reached the second ladder.
With a little observation, Song Kun strode up and stepped on the first step ladder.
Suddenly, he felt his body sink, and there was great blessing on his body, making his movements slow.
"Humph!"
He hummed, stepped directly on the second ladder, then picked up the stairs, and climbed to the 33rd floor before stopping.
"It is indeed the King of Devil!"
Seeing this scene, everyone sighed again and again, because at this moment there are already high-level gods coming to the ladder, but the fastest one is only twenty ladders, which is far from him.
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