He transmigrates into the Marvel Universe, bringing with him the Merlot Heavenly Court from the Super God Universe.
Facing the purple sweet potato guy with the Infinity Gauntlet, Allen lounges on a cross-shaped throne and snaps his fingers in disdain.
Behind him stands an endless army of angels.
Heavenly Lord of the Celestial Base, Hexi...
Heavenly Blade King, Kaisha...
Angels Yan, Leng, Zhixin, Moyi, and Yitian.
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One more thing, don't worry about who is stronger between Marvel and Super God. Super God technology can be improved, and the gods you mentioned do exist. But in the movie universe, it was so scary to be chopped to death. When I was chopped with a knife, the picture was too beautiful to watch, and it's not like the salted fish system cannot be revived~~ I feel aggrieved~~
I am willing to be Hua Ye's angel of judgment, cut off his thoughts, take away his love, bring him pain and create suffering. No matter poor or rich, humble or noble, whether he is in troubled times or ignored by God, I am willing to cut him into eight pieces, tear off his wings, and eliminate harm for God and justice.
Those who replied and liked it downstairs were all big eagles, and they were increased by 10 centimeters.
I am the Lord of the Stars, the last saint in the prehistoric era. Now my destiny has changed since ancient times. I have specially created a system of 100 saints and distributed them here. Believe it or not, it's up to you. I understand the current climate of the earth through my great supernatural power. You only need to deduct 1 to obtain the system.
If anyone dares to reply to me, I will curse him to molest the goddess every night!
The protagonist, Madonna, still needs to care about the life and death of a bunch of mortals? Highly toxic.
Mr. Hongmeng has not opened up a way. There are three thousand avenues for me to follow. Three thousand gods and demons are in chaos, only I, Hongjun, can prove eternity. I am Hongjun, the ancestor of Taoism, and I believe that you and others are my fellow countrymen on earth. The earth will regain its spiritual energy in the future, and we are specially gifted with nine rays of Hongmeng purple energy and forty-nine Daluo exercises. You can get them by signing in, first come first served. Forgot to practice hard and live up to your prehistoric reputation. This Da Luo is a Taoist Da Luo
I just read a few chapters where a stupid guy was showing off with a bunch of birdmen!
There are more than 30 chapters of a fight, and it's all the same pretense. I'm really convinced. You're going too far with this. The protagonist keeps playing. The life of his own galaxy has been eaten by Galactus. He still plays. He wants to return the king of angels and justice and order. You can lick the shit.
Floating by, lighting wax, burning paper, adding incense, but no movement; pouring wine, paying tribute, setting off cannons, smashing monuments, but no response; digging graves, exhuming graves, opening coffins, whipping corpses, no temper; setting up cases, drawing talismans, performing martial arts, thundering, no corpses; setting fires, burning corpses, crushing bones, raising ashes, and try again; bells, wooden swords, villains, chanting incantations, and summoning souls again; tears, crying, wailing, beating the ground, the author is dead... The poor man has no way to recover.