In the large formation space, hundreds of intelligent gods were scattered in small groups, forming hills of their own.
The five major protoss each mobilized heavy troops to arrest Wutou. This matter had little to do with the wisdom protoss. Like hundreds of other protoss who were just soy sauce, they only sent a few hundred 'observers'.
Given the nature of the wise gods, they would never bother to lift a little finger on something that is not beneficial.
The reason why hundreds of tribesmen are willing to come is partly because of the oppression from above, and partly because maybe they have a chance to gain some benefits by playing Shunfeng Fist
For example, using their natural illusions to steal part of the sacrifices, or other similar things
A total of 766 members of the Wisdom God Clan have arrived. They are full of contradictions and old and new grudges. They all dislike each other. In the past years, they have even stabbed each other, and some of them have Live a 'life-long friendship'.
They can only recruit two, three, or three or four 'companions' who can barely get along, and carefully form a small group to lean on each other, warm each other, and jointly deal with the pressure and threats from so many tribesmen.
Hundreds of people dispersed, looking at each other, their eyes flying around like flying knives. The small space was filled with an indescribable atmosphere of gloom and gloomy conspiracy.
Then, the mist and phantom mist suddenly appeared.
Among the Wisdom God Clan, the two His Highnesses, who have the best blood, the highest status, the strongest strength, and the best conspiracy, and have the most people who have fallen victim to them, appeared in the formation at the same time.
"Hey, everyone is busy here?" Misty chuckled.
"Why don't you take action? What are you doing here just staring blankly?" Huan Wu said coldly: "Waiting can't cause any harm to your enemy, you must take actual action... Well, who will make the first move?"
Seven hundred and sixty-six intelligent gods glanced at Huanwu with mocking eyes.
Under knife
Do you think we are those stupid, rude, barbaric, cruel, primitive and unevolved tribes of barbarian gods
The elites of the Wisdom God Clan have always been particular about killing people without bloodshed. They are used to killing people without having anything to do with themselves. They are used to driving others to go through life and death, while they sit back and enjoy their achievements.
They don't know how to use knives. Among the artifacts of the Wisdom God Clan, there are no swords or spears. Qing Yishui'er's staff or scepter, or scales or books, each one is full of wisdom. The breath never showed any edge.
With sarcastic thoughts in their hearts, these wise gods bowed respectfully to Mist and Huanwu one by one: "Your Highnesses, why are you here?"
A girl who was quite enchanting, very pretty, with dazzling blond hair like burning gold, and full of sexual energy, raised her head, and said to Miwu and Huanwu with great concern: "It's too dangerous here. Why are your two highnesses here?"
Another beautiful girl with eyes as clear and ethereal as cyan glass, with long silver hair flying, and strands of silver fluorescent light also hurriedly walked out of the crowd, and said more eagerly than the blond girl: "Your Highnesses know that we have encountered something. It’s dangerous, are you here to rescue us?”
In the crowd, there were not many wise protoss girls with tears in their eyes, covering their chests with their hands, and they all looked at Mist and Huanwu and sighed sincerely: "Your Highness is so kind and fraternal... We are so moved. .”
Mist and Phantom Mist turned a blind eye to this.
These insidious and treacherous little bitches, who dares to believe that the women of the wise God Clan would sincerely care about and be grateful to others? Haha, this is undoubtedly putting your arm under the fangs of a highly venomous snake. They will be very eager to teach you a harsh lesson.
Even within the Wisdom God Clan, the powerful top leaders of the Wisdom God Clan who have sufficient power and strength are more willing to intermarry with the goddesses of the Light God Clan and the Ice Spirit God Clan. Unless they are forced to do so, they will never intermarry within the Wisdom God Clan.
Let those insidious, greedy and evil women of the wise protoss go and harm those damn Tie Hanhan.
If you marry them, you really have to open one eye when you sleep in the middle of the night. You have to be careful that a poisonous dagger will pierce your heart at any time... The women of the Wisdom God Clan have a good reputation among the major God Clan. For, wonderful.
Countless people have recognized that they can be good lovers, but whoever dares to let them become their own housewives is dancing with poisonous snakes, which is the most terrifying thing in the world.
In some weak protoss, when they have to marry with the wisdom protoss in order to get the care of the wisdom protoss, their princes will draw lots to determine the number of marriages - whoever draws the unlucky lot will All cried bitterly, as if they were going to the execution ground.
So, women of the Wisdom God Clan... Miwu and Huanwu sneered in their hearts - we have long seen through your true face.
Not much to say.
"Okay, don't waste time, let's get down to business." A strange wave of divine power spread out from Miwu's body.
The wise protoss present all had strange eyes on their faces, and they stared at the mist and the phantom mist at the same time.
"It's amazing. The Tianjing Divine Clan has only found out that the real person of His Highness Wutou is out there." A black-haired girl suddenly let out an exclamation in the aria of a musical: "The two Highnesses, actually It’s also me who is outside!”
Huanwu smiled calmly: "For us who have supreme wisdom, this is just a small trick, not a big deal... Okay, okay, let's be serious... you, divide into two groups and be loyal to us. "
Miwu added: "It is not the kind of hypocritical and hypocritical swearing of allegiance, but the kind of allegiance in which you completely hand over your life and death to us, and we have complete control over your life and death."
Huan Wu looked up at the blue-white clouds above his head.
Thick clouds blocked the sky, making it impossible to see the sun, moon and stars, and it was impossible to judge the time through these stars. Huanwu just made such an action, and then said impatiently: "Hurry, we are in a hurry."
The smiles of the seven hundred and sixty-six wise protoss faded at the same time.
They can swear ten thousand of the most vicious oaths every day and swear allegiance to ten thousand different objects.
Anyway, the oath has no binding force on the wisdom gods. Their innate magical powers and the magical power filled in their blood can allow them to perfectly avoid all the most vicious oaths.
Even the soul blood oath has no binding force on them.
There is only one, only one method that can completely control their life and death, allowing them to have no choice but to invest in someone.
That is the secret technique passed down in the bloodline of the Wisdom God Clan, and it is the only bloodline shackle in the world that is effective for them.
But... you want these intelligent gods with 'free' minds and extremely 'letting go' to be completely loyal to someone and entrust them with all their lives and fortunes from now on
The girls, who just looked at the mist and phantom mist with tender expressions on their faces, let out a cold sneer at the same time: "Perhaps, your two highnesses are thinking too much?"
The blond girl who was the first to come out to express her gratitude to the mist and the phantom mist raised her arms and shouted: "No one can restrict the freedom of the wisdom bloodline... Even if he is the son of the God King, brothers and sisters, we join hands, we..."
Mist raised the staff of wisdom.
He struck the staff of wisdom heavily into the void, and huge formation power was injected into the body of the mist. Circles of terrifying divine power spread out. Seven hundred and sixty-six wise gods vomited blood at the same time, and their bodies were covered with blood. There were sounds of countless bones shattering, and everyone screamed and fell to the ground.
"Great wisdom from above!" A group of intelligent gods simultaneously exclaimed in disbelief.
Above the heads of the mist and phantom mist, there are shining Dao Seals condensed at the same time.
"We are already God Kings..." Huanwu smiled reservedly, and then took out another extremely powerful artifact placed by the Wisdom God Clan at the observation outpost, a pale silver book six feet long, three feet wide, and eight inches thick.
"This is the Book of Interpretation. Of course you know its wonderful uses." Huanwu said calmly: "If you disobey, just die. I will be happy to imprint all your power and knowledge in the Book of Interpretation." …”
"We are in a hurry." Miwu smiled brightly: "I don't have time to play those vain games with you... A great being told us that to deal with you little bitches of the wise gods, we must use the most direct and most effective methods. Rough tactics.”
"We will kill anyone who is unwilling to be loyal. It's very simple, isn't it?" Miwu smiled so hard that his big teeth were exposed.
"Your Highness, I am willing to dedicate everything to you, my body, my soul, my loyalty..." The silver-haired girl just rushed out and shouted fanatically towards the mist and phantom mist: "But, you two Your Highnesses are both so wise and great, who should I choose?"
Miwu and Huanwu snorted at the same time. They raised their hands, and two huge divine powers hit the silver-haired girl. They immediately twisted her body and collapsed on the ground like a ball of rotten meat.
"Sowing dissension, don't show off this unscrupulous method in front of us." Huanwu sneered: "Misty and I are loyal to a great being at the same time. Under the omniscient gaze of that great being, There can be no conflicts between me and Mist."
The wise gods present held their breath at the same time.
In the observation outpost, the two princes with the highest status and the best bloodline of the Wisdom God Clan are loyal to a certain 'great being' at the same time
To be able to be called great by them.
Especially since they have already condensed their own Tao Seals and become god-king level beings.
So, that 'great' being...
The people of the Wisdom God Clan are the most twisted and sinister in nature, but they also know how to advance and retreat best, and how to stay safe.
Seven hundred and sixty-six tribesmen, including the silver-haired girl who was almost beaten to pieces, knelt down at the same time and worshiped Mist and Phantom Mist. Then they opened their souls one after another, trembling, gathered a trace of blood power, and injected it into their souls.
Not long after, the 766 tribesmen who came from the Wisdom God Clan became the die-hard subordinates of Mist and Illusion Mist, or in other words, became the slaves controlled by them in life and death.
The formation squirmed, and hundreds of members of the Wisdom God Clan were quietly moved to another formation space.
In this space that is dozens of miles long and wide, there are more than a dozen members of the Soy Sauce God Clan, totaling only four to five thousand people.
These protoss also have frictions and conflicts with each other, but they are not to the point of fighting to the death, and they are very united internally, and there are not so many messy things like the wise protoss.
More than a dozen protoss formed their own system, separated from each other by a long distance, and then racked their brains and tried their best to break the big formation in front of them.
It's just that they are obviously far less accomplished than the Tianjing God Clan in the way of formation.
A group of people have been struggling for a long time, but they have achieved nothing.
Gradually, they became a little upset, gradually they began to have a restless breath, and gradually they began to dislike everyone.
Subtle auras infected the entire formation space. The eyes of these four to five thousand gods gradually became blurred and erratic. Some bizarre illusions began to appear in front of their eyes.
A tall and thin man with six natural arms, a body as hard as black iron, and lines as tough as a statue suddenly roared in a low voice: "Zha, I remember, last time I brought someone to attack my fiancée. My boudoir... The one who escaped from the window was you!"
The six-armed man roared angrily, waving six strangely shaped arc-shaped swords, and killed another nearby protoss, whose body was as mottled as a tree trunk, and whose head was covered with lush branches.
The strong man's eyes were confused and shaking, and he roared: "Yes, I am the one who seduces your fiancée... Can you bite me? Haha, the descendant of the Evergreen God is never afraid of any challenge."
The strong man roared loudly, his body swayed, and he transformed directly from the shape of a tree trunk into a ferocious beast in the form of a three-headed giant bear. It breathed out poisonous winds, and with streaks of thunder from its claws, it rushed towards the six-armed man.
As soon as the two people moved, the two to three hundred clansmen around them also moved and quickly became a massacre.
In the space, more than a dozen other members of the God Clan also started to move. They roared some trivial old grudges, and slashed and killed each other as if they wanted to kill their father.
In just a quarter of an hour, these protoss were all seriously injured and fell to the ground in a mess.
Misty held the staff of wisdom and emerged from the air with a smile. His staff of wisdom was stained with the blood of these gods, and then gently touched their eyebrows: "A bunch of brainless guys, you need someone with supreme wisdom. Under the guidance of your master, only in this way can your power be brought into full play."
"Hehehe, become a slave of wisdom. You will bathe in the light of wisdom and live a carefree, happy and healthy life from now on."
Thousands of gods stared blankly at the mist one by one, then struggled to get up and knelt at the feet of the mist.
The staff of wisdom in Misty's hand shone with a vague light, and the eyes of these gods were blurry. After a while, they suddenly became clear and agile, bright and full of an evil light.
A stream of rich innate Qingmu vitality surged out from the formation, quickly injecting into the bodies of these seriously injured gods, quickly repairing their injuries.
Soon, the damage done by these gods was almost healed. They closely followed the intelligent gods such as Mist and Phantom Mist, broke through the thick blue-white clouds, and stepped into another formation space.
Thousands of descending gods also gathered here, and the same thing happened again.