The young man who was riding the white dragon and was shocked by the collapse of Ghost Mountain was stunned when he heard the words of the monk from Sun Moon Island, and then sneered: "Well... let me salute them? Are you serious? Why should I do that?

Salute them?!"

"Bold! How dare you disrespect the gods now!"

"You are really tired of living. You are humiliating the Lord God who just appeared in this world!"

"Do you really think that the gods won't show their power?"

The monks on Sun Moon Island were extremely excited and yelled at An Bulang.

A total of eighteen gods!

A god can easily crush a young boy who doesn't know the heights of the world.

The less the young people respected the gods, the more excited they became. They were all looking forward to the gods being born and showing off their power. They would kill the strongest man in Hongmeng Continent first for fun, as a warning to others.

As expected, all eighteen gods looked at the young man driving the white dragon.

They were full of divine light and majestic momentum, moving towards the young man.

"Hehehe... An Bulang, you are so arrogant, you continue to be arrogant! No matter how powerful you are, you have offended the supreme god. Even if you are powerful, you will not be crushed to death in the dust..." Sun and Moon

Song Wei, the supreme elder of the island, had stern eyes and sneered in a low voice.

The eighteen gods came to the young man with their supreme aura, as if they were about to strike with thunder.

However, what confused everyone was that these gods looked at the young man with tears in their eyes, looking a little strange.

The next moment, a scene that the top forces will never forget appeared.

Eighteen gods exuding the aura of supreme sanctity knelt on the ground at the same time and bowed deeply to the young man, as if they were facing a supreme god, with extremely respectful expressions.

"The Divine King of South China..."

"God King Juventus..."

"Fire Glaze God King..."

"Wind Feather God King..."

…

"Welcome the son of God Bulang! Goddess Yuexi!"

The eighteen god kings shouted in unison.

The monk from Riyue Island who was about to continue scolding and fanning the flames was confused.

Some top powerhouses who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to harm An Bulang were dumbfounded.

All the top power's geniuses looked at the scene in front of them as if they were dreaming.

What did they see?

The eighteen gods who are above us, the gods who are respected by hundreds of millions of sentient beings...

Actually knelt down to An Bulang at the same time?!!!

The scene in front of me was like thunder, which made everyone scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

This magical scene almost made everyone crazy!!

What the hell is this...?

The world suddenly became quiet.

"It's just an exchange of equal value, don't do that." Jin Yuexi said with a smile.

"That's right, what are you doing? Get up quickly, you don't have to be so polite." An Bulang frowned, with a hint of rebuke in his words.

However, the gods were not dissatisfied at all, but became more respectful.

"Son of God Bulang, Goddess of Yuexi, you have given us freedom and given us the grace to recreate!"

"Senior, don't waste time... when the world is destroyed? You didn't leave, but decided to risk your life to find a way for us to survive, you will always be the existence that we respect and admire the most!"

"We have discussed it secretly. Once we get out of trouble, we must follow the Son of God to the death!"

An Bulang looked helpless: "I remember what I said? I don't need a guard..."

"Please agree to my request and give me a chance!!" Liuli Fire God King said pitifully.

Each of the gods looked respectfully, looking at the young man and the girl in gold with tears in their eyes, as if they were unwilling to get up if they didn't agree.

Give the gods a chance to follow...

If you don't give them a chance to follow, the gods will not rise...

This means giving away a dozen gods for free. Do you mean to ask for them even if you don’t accept them?

At this moment, the cultivation views of the top geniuses and powerful people in Hongmeng Continent collapsed.

They felt that the scene in front of them was magical to the extreme, and they felt that their brains were about to tremble and explode.

Song Wei, the Supreme Elder of Sun Moon Island, had a distorted face? He didn’t know what expression to make.

The rest of the monks who fanned the flames before are all dead? I don't know what happened, but my legs are weak.

"You guys..."

"Oh... Okay, then I'll let you follow me. It wouldn't be a bad idea to join the Lang League as a gatekeeper."

An Bulang thought for a while and finally reluctantly agreed.

All the monks watching were dumbfounded.

Eighteen gods are going to work as gatekeepers for the Langmeng?

Those Tianjiao monks who have already knelt down and want to follow the gods are the most embarrassed. These gods go to the Langmeng to work as gatekeepers? So what do they do to the Langmeng?

The doorman's entourage...

A closed disciple of Langmeng?

hehe……

Some monks felt like they were going crazy.

The Supreme Elder Song Wei, who was the first to lead all the geniuses of Sun Moon Island to kneel down, was at his most depressed at this moment? He thought he was going to hug the thigh of an invincible figure, but ended up hugging the gatekeeper of the Lang Alliance?

He also wanted to use the power of the gods to kill An Bulang, but in the end, this god became the gatekeeper of the Lang League? What the hell, he had never felt so desperate.

However, more despair is yet to come.

When the gods heard that An Bulang agreed to their request, they cried with joy and stood up one after another.

God King Nanhua's eyes were like lightning, and he turned his attention to the monks on Sun Moon Island.

As soon as he stepped forward, his whole body was like a flash of light approaching the monks on Sun Moon Island.

Song Wei's face changed greatly: "It's a misunderstanding! Don't do anything. I was talking nonsense before. I have mental illness and often talk nonsense. I also have a certificate of intermittent mental illness officially recognized by the Purple Star Empire..."

The God King of Nanhua kept moving, and the golden treasure wheel behind him fell directly towards Song Wei to suppress it.

Song Wei roared angrily, released the Tao realm, constructed the law, and formed a red sun condensed by the surging Tao power, trying to resist the suppression of the golden light treasure wheel.

However, the next moment, the red sun was crushed by the treasure wheel and exploded into countless sparks.

Song Wei screamed and his skin cracked inch by inch, and was eventually crushed into a pile of blood foam by the treasure wheel.

"The Supreme Elder!"

"No...Master...!"

The monks on Sun Moon Island cried out in grief.

The Divine King of Nanhua had an expressionless face and looked indifferent: "Anyone who dares to offend the master will die!!!"

His words were sonorous and powerful, and his actions were as fast as thunder, making the top geniuses who were watching tremble with fear.

Immediately afterwards, two more gods moved. With their divine light and overwhelming power, they instantly killed another great tribulation-transmitting master from Sun Moon Island and a great tribulation-transmitting master from Tianxing Sect.

The powerful power of the Tribulation Stage is as fragile as a chicken in the hands of the gods and cannot be resisted at all.

These gods seem to be respectful, submissive, and extremely docile to An Bulang, but they reveal their coldness and ruthlessness when dealing with other people.

That is the oppression and invincibility brought by absolute power and vision!

All the top strong men who had evil intentions and took the lead in trying to harm An Bulang were all killed by the gods.

It's really funny to say that they wanted to borrow the sword of the gods to kill An Bulang, but they didn't expect that the gods were An Bulang's sharpest sword... Then all these keyboard warriors were killed by the gods.

An Bulang didn't take any action from beginning to end, he just watched quietly, waiting for everything to end.

"Okay, let's leave. It's all over."

An Bulang patted Bai Long on the head.

"Okay!" Nalan Jinli was in a good mood. It was obvious that he had made a big gain. He twisted his majestic body, carried An Bulang and everyone in the Lang League, and began to leave the Ghost Mountain.

Eighteen gods are guarding the white dragon, with their divine light surging and their majesty endless.

At this moment, the proud elders of the Shenlong clan felt inexplicably proud that their young clan leader was being ridden...
To be continued...