Chapter 1283 Die if you refuse to surrender
"The Supreme Man of Destiny is dead. From now on, I am the master of Chentian Wonderland. Everyone in the Palace of Destiny must surrender!"
The God of Stars, or General Chen, released a wave of mental fluctuations, sweeping across the entire Hall of Destiny like a wave.
Of course the disciples didn't believe it, and they didn't want to surrender, they all pointed at the position of the throne and cursed.
The corners of Mo Junrong's mouth turned up slightly, he had already got the answer he wanted.
The Supreme Man of Destiny died, the star officials in charge of the left and right died, and the God of Stars truly became the ruler of the Palace of Destiny.
And even if those few people are alive, they are no match for the hand of the God of Stars.
Now that things have come to an end, why don't I go along with the flow and give the God of Stars an icing on the cake.
Thinking of this, he quickly took a few steps forward and stood under the high stairs.
Just when the disciples thought that Brother Mo was going to get angry and shot at the flame monster.
But Mo Junrong turned around and faced all the disciples of Tianming Palace present.
"Everyone understands the meaning of the God of Stars.
The Palace of Destiny cannot be left without an owner for a day, and Chentian Wonderland cannot accommodate a Palace of Destiny that is falling apart.
The God of the Stars is a god, far more powerful than all of us.
Besides, your lord is still the pioneer of Chentian Wonderland and the real master of Chentian Wonderland.
Therefore, from now on, the God of Stars is the new owner of the Palace of Destiny!
Everyone salute quickly, I have met the Lord God of the Stars! "
What Mo Junrong said shocked all the disciples.
Brother Mo, what does this mean? Do you want everyone to salute that bastard and admit that it is the master of the Palace of Destiny?
No, it's impossible!
The rules of selecting suzerain have been passed down for thousands of years, so how can they be broken casually, not to mention that the other party is a miscellaneous brand that suddenly appeared.
The disciples shouted one after another, venting their dissatisfaction.
Some even brandished their weapons, as if they were about to go up to the high platform at any time and fight with the God of Stars.
Seeing this, Mo Junrong was a little anxious.
Are these Destiny Palace disciples all stupid pigs? It's hard to tell that the situation is stronger than others, and it looks like they can defeat the God of Stars together.
"Quiet, all quiet!
The God of Stars is magnanimous, so please don't offend me again.
Hurry up and salute, don't make any noise! "
No one listened to Mo Junrong, his words were drowned in the noise, without any splash.
The disciples became more noisy and angrier, and the object of their insults changed from the monster on the throne to Mo Junrong.
Mo Junrong's face turned blue when he heard these fragmentary curses, and a big ball of anger was simmering in his stomach.
These Tianming Palace disciples have brain problems, and even when they are about to die, they still use their tongues.
Mo Junrong turned his head slightly, and glanced over the high platform behind him.
The humanoid creature's head covered by the crystal ball was facing him.
Flames rose inside the crystal ball, but he could feel that the scorched black skull in the flames was staring at his every move.
Mo Junrong knew that the God of Stars released any mental fluctuations because he wanted to observe his own abilities.
If he can't handle the disciples of the Destiny Palace, the following things will probably be even worse.
The God of Stars killed the Sovereign of Destiny, and maybe he will kill all the disciples of the Palace of Destiny.
It is more likely that the God of Stars will give up on himself and re-cultivate a master of destiny.
This must not be allowed to happen!
I have finally come to where I am today, how can I let everything I got go to waste because of these stupid Tianming Palace disciples.
Mo Junrong gritted his teeth, his heart froze, and a ferocious look appeared on his face.
He strode forward and pointed at the more than one hundred Tianming Palace disciples.
"Immediately surrender to the God of Stars, he is the master of Chentian Wonderland and the master of all of you!
If I continue to mess around, I will deal with the traitors in the Palace of Destiny in the name of betraying the Palace of Destiny. "
A Destiny Palace disciple couldn't stand Mo Junrong, so he squeezed out of the crowd to the front, scolding Mo Junrong for his soft feet.
Then another person stood up, scolded Mo Junrong for his soft bones, and even pointed his finger in front of Mo Junrong's nose.
"good,
You two are traitors to the Palace of Destiny! "
How could the two of them be convinced, they still kept talking.
"Mo Junrong, you are a fool, you dare to violate the rules of the Palace of Destiny..."
"Have you forgotten the teachings of the star officer left, thanks to the star officer who treats you so well..."
Mo Junrong didn't listen to a word, there was already a strong murderous intent in his eyes, and a cold aura surged from his body.
The yelling and cursing of the two Tianming Palace disciples gradually died down.
They sensed something was wrong, and flinched in their hearts.
But now it was too late to know the danger, Mo Junrong had already reached out to touch his waist, and opened the hanging black jade box.
This is the star melting box, which can hold things far larger than the box.
Mo Junrong released a red long sword from inside, which was exactly his favorite firestone long sword.
Immediately afterwards, a golden-red light exploded from his body instantly, releasing a shock wave visible to the naked eye like a thunderbolt.
Both eyes were filled with golden-red light, and the Divine Ring of Heaven and Earth suddenly appeared in the back of his head.
On the edge of the divine ring, there is a thin line extending outward, which is the Fuyuan divine light.
In just one breath, he raised his strength to the first level of the divine realm.
This speed of improvement far exceeds that of an ordinary supreme being, and is almost comparable to that of Ge Wuqing of Jiuchongtian.
"Dragon wagging its tail!"
Mo Junrong spit out three words, this is "Dragon Slaying Sword Art", his best swordsmanship.
The firestone long sword swept across, bringing up a golden-red cloud.
Clear scale textures appeared in the clouds and mist, which looked like the tail of a real dragon, sweeping across mountains and mountains.
The two Tianming Palace disciples in front of them already felt that something was wrong, seeing Mo Junrong suddenly holding a long sword in his hand, they were so frightened that their hairs stood on end.
Hastily released the power of the stars, propped up a barrier to block it.
But both of them didn't have time to improve their strength, and the starlight they released was extremely limited.
This thin barrier is as fragile as paper in front of the sword moves of the first level of the divine realm.
A golden-red light flashed past, and two heads flew upwards.
The dark red blood gushing out with the pulse rushed into the air from bottom to top, and then fell like raindrops.
Red sprinkled the crowd, staining the hair and robes of dozens of people.
Red sprinkled on Mo Junrong's body, and under the action of his surging power of heaven and earth, it turned into smoke and slowly evaporated.
Everyone was stunned, no one expected that Mo Junrong would make a sudden attack and beheaded two fellow juniors in an instant.
It was even more unexpected to everyone that Mo Junrong was already the Supreme Being in the Divine Land Realm after not seeing him for just a few days.
At this moment, the steaming blood in Mo Junrong's body set off those eyes filled with the light of the power of heaven and earth even more fiercely.
He was like the Asura Killing God crawling out of the ground, baring his fangs to everyone.
Mo Junrong slowly raised his long sword, pointing the tip at the crowd.
"Who else?"
The blood on the sword fell drop by drop.
The blood drops hit the blue floor tiles of the main hall, making a frightening sound.
There was no sound in the main hall, and the drop of a needle could be heard, and the disciples dared not even breathe out.