"Buzz…"
Zhang Fan read the memory of the controlled third-level god.
I saw a man full of murderous aura. His face was tightly wrapped in murderous aura, and his features could not be seen at all, but the aura was inexplicably familiar.
Zhang Fan frowned subconsciously, his fingertips unconsciously stroking his chin, his eyes full of confusion. He always felt that he had smelled this scent somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it no matter how hard he racked his brains.
That guy's strength is that of a half-step God King, and his figure looks like the Shura God King at first glance, but the aura he exudes is completely wrong, which really aroused Zhang Fan's curiosity.
"Swoosh…"
Zhang Fan accurately located the location of the market town from the memory of this third-level god. He slashed his palm forward cleanly and the space split open like a curtain. He raised his foot and stepped into the space door that was glowing.
The next moment, he had landed steadily in the market town. The scene before him made his pupils shrink suddenly - there were body parts all over the ground, no god survived, and the thick, inky breath of death wrapped in a stench of decay hit him in the face, making him feel nauseous.
Zhang Fan clenched his fists fiercely, his knuckles turned white from the force, and two clusters of cold fire rose in his eyes:
Who the hell did this! How dare you act wildly in my territory? I'm so tired of living!
Tang Sanfen was like a frightened bird at this moment. His back was already soaked with cold sweat and there were beads of sweat on the ends of his hair. He fled desperately into the distance without even turning his head.
His steps were so hurried that even the corners of his clothes flew all over the place. He looked back from time to time, his eyes full of fear. He never expected that the other party would come so quickly.
"We have to change places!" He gritted his teeth and thought to himself, "First, go to another place to get puppets. When we have collected tens of thousands of puppets, we will reunite with the main body and attack the God Realm!"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. He shook his hair proudly while running away, thinking that he had found a brilliant plan. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the Blue Star territory and plunged into Ji Dong's territory.
He walked into Ji Dong's territory with familiarity, knowing what was going on - Ji Dong was known as the God of Wine, holding a jar of wine all day long, so how could he have anything to do with air traffic control?
"Swoosh..." Tang San, like a slippery loach, silently sneaked into Ji Dong's territory, starting from the outermost market town, gnawing and infiltrating bit by bit like a greedy poisonous ant, thinking that this way he could accumulate the most power.
Tang San's body was spread out with his hands folded across his chest, shaking his head proudly, totally unaware that what he was planning at the moment was just what the main body was chewing and feeding him.
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Parallel God Realm.
Dai Mubai stretched his neck and approached Tang San anxiously: "What's going on over there?" He looked at it eagerly. After all, he had just heard Tang San say that the plan had failed, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
"Hey, there's a new trick!" Tang San deliberately kept everyone in suspense, slowly put his hands behind his back, and raised his chin slightly, "Turn to Ji Dong's God Realm puppet army, and when we have enough soldiers, we will attack together with our army!"
He said, a wicked smile on his face, twirling a strand of hair proudly between his fingers.
"What a good idea!" Ji Dong slapped his thigh, leaned forward, and a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, "Zhang Fan is as smart as a monkey, and he can only take advantage of me."
He scratched his head with a wry smile, remembering how he usually would get drunk for days at a time, leaving all matters in the field to his subordinates. He now felt a little guilty after realizing it belatedly.
"My place is fine too!" Lieyan crossed his arms over his chest and leaned lazily against the back of his chair. "I didn't care about it anyway, so it's a good time to do it."
Her fingertips tapped the armrest unconsciously, and there was a fierce look in her eyes.
"That's right! The clones have already started." Tang San crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaned back slightly, leaned on the back of the chair, and swayed with his legs crossed. "When they attack from both sides, Zhang Fan will be defeated no matter how powerful he is!"
Xiao Wu sat aside, looking at Tang San with stars in her eyes, her little hands unconsciously clenching the hem of her skirt, her face full of admiration.
"Third brother is awesome! Third brother is invincible forever!" Ma Hongjun was the first to jump up, raising his hands high like a crazy fan. Seeing this, others also followed suit and started praising him.
…
But Tang San and the others never expected that Zhang Fan's clone had already reported every detail of the tragic situation in the market to the main body.
At this moment, Zhang Fan was hugging Gu Yuena, his fingertips gently hooking the silver hair by her ear, and their lips were pressed against each other.
Zhang Fan suddenly received the message from his clone and froze. His eyelashes trembled first, then he leaned back suddenly to create distance, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down twice.
"It seems that a ruthless character has emerged from the God Realm and is using puppets. I'm afraid something big is going to happen."
His voice was still a little hoarse, but his eyes had become as sharp as an eagle, and his thumb unconsciously stroked the back of Gu Yuena's hand.
"Everything is fine, why are you making trouble?"
Gu Yuena's eyes were wide open, her cheeks still flushed, and she angrily punched Zhang Fan's chest lightly. The end of her hair brushed across his wrist, making it itchy.
"It's a Half-Step God King with an aura similar to that of God Shura that's causing trouble in my domain. It's probably the disaster precursor that God King Destruction had calculated before."
Zhang Fan pursed his lips, tapping his knuckles unconsciously on the armrest, his brows twisted into a knot, "That guy is cruel, he made all the gods in the market into puppets, and forced them to invade other markets."
When he said the word "puppet", his palms clenched suddenly, and his nails almost dug into the flesh.
"He should be planning to gradually infiltrate from the outer markets, surround the God City, and build a puppet army to subvert the God Realm.
This person is most likely an outsider, maybe even a clone. "
Before he finished speaking, he stood up and paced back and forth, slamming the heels of his boots on the ground so hard that the candle flame next to him shook.
"The clone of a half-step God King, then the original body's strength is either the peak of God King or the God of Creation?"
Gu Yuena sat up straight abruptly, her silver hair sliding over her shoulders as she moved, her beautiful eyes wide open in astonishment.
She bit her lower lip subconsciously, but glanced at Zhang Fan secretly out of the corner of her eye - although she was confident in her husband's ability, this battle was indeed dangerous.
"I have to talk to the other God Kings and ask them to pay attention to the edge of their jurisdiction."
Zhang Fan paused, bent down and kissed Gu Yuena on the top of her head, his fingertips fondly hooking the loose hair behind her ear.
The next second, his figure was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye he was sitting on the throne of the divine realm, with the hem of his black robe still fluttering in the air.
He waved his hand, and four dark blue space gates opened with a bang. The sound of wind and thunder could be faintly heard from the cracks.
"What's the matter, Zhang Fan?" The God of Destruction's voice was filled with vigilance. When he first stuck his head out, his right hand was already pressing on the scepter at his waist.
"Did something big happen in the God Realm?" The Goddess of Life covered her lips lightly, her skirt sweeping across the edge of the space gate, bringing up tiny starlight.
Lieyan raised his eyebrows and sneered, his long fiery red hair spread out like flames, and his big strides made the ground tremble slightly; Ji Dong followed behind him, shaking his wine gourd, and there was a hint of sobriety in his drunken eyes.
When everyone sat down, the chair legs made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground.
"Swoosh..." Zhang Fan snapped his fingers, and a bloody picture spread out like a tide: broken limbs were suspended in the air, black blood was flowing in the empty eye sockets of the puppets, and they were raising their weapons and rushing towards the panicked group of gods.
The God of Destruction stood up suddenly and the chair fell to the ground with a loud bang. He stared at the dark pattern on the puppet's neck in the picture, and his Adam's apple rolled twice:
"Where did this happen?"
The skinny fingers almost poked into the screen, "Why do I feel that guy's aura and that of God King Shura..." The voice stopped abruptly. In the silence of the hall, only his heavy breathing was particularly clear.