Shi Hu's eyes were red as he stared at Lu Yan, and so were the fifty demigods.
They stared at Lu Yan, and they hated him for eating his flesh and sleeping on his skin!
The power of faith exploded, like long dragons, rushing out of these demigods, stirring the void.
They were really angry!
Hundreds of years of accumulation were destroyed in an instant, and they were mocked like this. No one could stand it.
"What? Do you still want to do it here? You mobilized a large army to find me, wanting to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, but in the end, you lost both people and money. Tsk tsk, what kind of useless things are you!"
Shi Hu's teeth were almost broken, and he spoke word by word, his eyes full of endless anger, "Don't be complacent! You wait! Today you have used all your trump cards and caught us off guard! It will never be so easy next time!" "
I'm waiting, I hope you won't let me down! Don't throw away your weapons before I make a move!" Lu Yan's mouth was mocking.
"Hahaha! Good!" Shi Hu laughed in anger, his pupils filled with endless anger, and he looked at Lu Yan fiercely.
He didn't want to say a word.
He turned into a stream of light and disappeared without a trace.
The remaining 49 demigods also looked at Lu Yan hatefully, and then turned into streams of light and scattered.
"Gathering is a pile of shit, scattering..." Lu Yan looked at the scattered streams of light in the sky, and murmured slightly, "Scattering is a sky full of shit!"
Then, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "I hope you won't let me down!"
The fragments needed for the projection of the Immortal Slaying Gourd were too terrifying.
If he relied on himself to conquer the plane fragments.
Even in another ten or dozens of years, he might not be able to gather them.
But if a group of idiots came to give experience by themselves, that would be another story.
Shi Hu and his people are all organized demigods. Lu Yan believes that there must be a larger organization behind them.
Kill all their races, and we can always gather the fragments of the Immortal Slaying Gourd!
It's done! The plan works!
Lu Yan went through it in his mind and confirmed that there was no problem. He couldn't help but feel relieved.
As for whether he would fail, Lu Yan didn't even think about it.
After the war, 33,000 Wu clan members successfully advanced to the ten-zhang true body and possessed the tenth-level combat power.
This alone was enough for Lu Yan to sweep across this space and become an endless demigod.
Moreover, it was after the battle that the Wu clan members were promoted to the ten-zhang true body and awakened the second magical power.
Shi Hu and the others didn't notice it at all.
Even if they noticed it, they would only think that these Wu clan members had become a little bigger.
They would never have thought that just a little bit bigger, reaching the ten-zhang true body, and awakening the second magical power would be a huge change for the Wu clan.
This is information asymmetry!
When Shi Hu and his group of guys came over with people, they wanted to continue to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, but they found that Lu Yan had more than 30,000 tenth-level combat power.
At that time, their expressions must have been very interesting.
But the trouble is that the Wu clan has become more, a full 1.2 million Wu clan members.
Many of them were transformed from ordinary animals swallowing dirty blood.
Their initial height was less than ten feet, only about three meters. When they first entered the ninth level, their combat power was probably equivalent to that of a bone dragon. They could
not beat a black dragon in a one-on-one fight.
But it didn't matter. As long as they melted their flesh and blood several times and reached a ten-foot true body, they could also crush the dragons of the same level.
Regardless of whether they were powerful dragons or weak snow rabbits before the transformation, the comparison of their bloodlines was just the difference between dust and gravel for the witches.
After the transformation into the witches, it only affected the size of the initial true body, and there was no other effect.
Because no matter what bloodline, it would be assimilated into the bloodline of the witches, the descendants of Pangu.
How to feed the witches is also very simple.
Lu Yan has decided to leave this garbage dump where countless plane fragments are buried.
When the fragments of the projection of the Immortal Slaying Gourd are gathered, he will go to the real plane.
That is a huge and complete world.
Not to mention 1.2 million witches, even if there are twice as many, they can be fed.
After all, the highest of these witches is only thirty-seven feet, far from a million feet or ten million feet.
"Hello!"
Lu Yan looked back and saw the demigods who had watched the battle before.
One of the demigods had a light in his eyes, and looked at Lu Yan with some caution and humility.
"What's the matter?"
Lu Yan asked in confusion.
More than thirty demigods looked at each other, and finally the demigod who spoke first mustered up the courage to ask.
"Hello, we want to ask if they are from the new pantheon?" When saying this, the demigod looked at the terrifying witches who were refining blood in the plane fragments.
"Yes!" Lu Yan admitted this openly.
Although many unique races of the pantheon are also strange, the witches have such a powerful fighting force. If they had appeared earlier, they would definitely be famous.
"Then can we join your pantheon!" Hearing Lu Yan's words, more than thirty demigods had bright lights in their eyes.
They asked impatiently.
"Join my pantheon?" Lu Yan was puzzled, but understood in an instant.
He smiled slightly. He was quite good-tempered when dealing with these strangers who had no conflict of interest.
Pointing to the Wu Clan in the plane fragments, he smiled and said, "Don't even think about the Wu Clan. Even I only have so many. Moreover, the pantheon I belong to has neither divine arts nor divine power resources."
In the main world, in addition to the five major pantheons created by the Supreme God, there are also numerous small pantheons.
Just like the martial arts halls and associations in the previous life, joining them requires handing over the power of faith every year, and also needing to contribute when encountering wars between pantheons.
But they can get protection, as well as the unique faith races, unique divine arts, and resources to enhance the combat power of the gods themselves.
Hearing this, the eyes of these demigods dimmed.
They want to join Lu Yan's pantheon for the Wu Clan, a powerful faith race.
In this way, they can occupy more plane fragments, spread the name of God, and harvest faith.
Like Shi Hu, an organized demigod.
They set a rule that individual demigods must occupy a plane every so many years.
If they occupy too many planes, they will attack them in groups like they did to Lu Yan, to scare the monkeys.
However, Lu Yan is very strong.
"But!" Lu Yan paused, and then pointed to the plane fragments.
The demigods were stunned, and just as they were about to look in the direction of Lu Yan's finger,
two Xian Qin Iron Guards, as big as mountains, stood quietly.
At this moment, all the demigods were stunned.
A guess arose in their hearts.
Could it be...
"And I am from mythology, not the gods."
"Mythology?"