Chapter 1072 Heavenly Venerable Asked The Norse God

At the end of the Rainbow Bridge, a giant in golden armor was standing there like a mountain with a holy sword in his hand. Vigorous fluctuations of divine power surged out of his body, and those angry eyes were full of high-spirited fighting spirit.

"The rumored watcher of the Rainbow Bridge in Asgard?"

Daode Tianzun frowned, and glanced at him calmly, "It does have some strength."

"The Heavenly Venerable of Great Xia..." Heimdall stood at the head of the rainbow bridge, staring coldly at the Taoist who was pacing, "Sorry, this road doesn't work."

"yes?"

Daode Tianzun said lightly, stepped forward with his right foot, and stepped on it lightly.

The entire Rainbow Bridge, including half of Asgard, slammed under this foot!

In an instant, all the colors in the world were erased, leaving only black and white. Under the screen like an old movie, only Daode Tianzun himself in Taoist robes still maintains the original colors.

Heimdall blinked, and the Taoist figure disappeared from his vision.

Just as he was about to make a move, a mellow voice sounded from behind him, "The road to the temple is too far, and the poor road still needs a mount... You are very good."

Heimdall's pupils suddenly shrank!

A palm lightly landed on his shoulder, and the turbulent black and white energy poured into Heimdall's body. Mysterious Taoism intertwined in his body, and the huge body covered with golden armor began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye. stand up!

His hands holding the holy sword gradually turned into a pair of hooves, his angry eyes gradually lost their luster, his huge body curled up on the ground, the blue fur intertwined on the surface of his skin, like a huge bag, holding it The whole person fits into it.

In just ten breaths of time, the giant guarding the end of the Rainbow Bridge was transformed into a green bull by Taoism, and stood docilely beside the Taoist.

Daode Tianzun stretched out his hand, patted the tall bull's back, turned over and rode on it, and smiled faintly:

"Don't worry, this method can only last for one day. After the statute of limitations expires, you will return to your original state... Today, I will wrong you and go on the road with your poor back."

Under the palm of Daode Tianzun, the green bull had no power to resist, and turned its muddy and dull eyes towards the direction of the Supreme Temple. It just carried the Taoist on its back and walked towards the holy mountain step by step.

On the mountain of God.

Except for Odin, the king of the gods on the throne, the eyes of the other Norse gods on both sides were full of shock.

"He turned Heimdall into a cow?!" Thor said in disbelief, "How did he do it?!"

Loki stared at the Taoist bull rider in the distance, his brows were tightly frowned, and there was a faint light in his long and narrow eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

There was anger in the eyes of God of War Tyre, he clenched his teeth, stepped forward, saluted Odin on the throne, and said solemnly:

"Father, please let me lead the Nordic War Department to meet the enemy! No matter what, he must not be allowed to break into the temple. This is an insult to Asgard!"

Odin, who was on the throne, looked away from Daode Tianzun, glanced at him, and nodded slightly.

"Go."

"Yes!"

A high-spirited fighting spirit flashed in Tire's eyes. Without saying a word, he rushed out of the temple with his sword on his back, and disappeared without a trace in a stream of light.

...

Asgard, Sunset Boulevard.

On the jade-built main road from the Rainbow Bridge all the way to Shenshan, a Taoist man riding a green bull is walking slowly through the air.

A large number of Norse gods and goddesses gathered on both sides of the avenue, staring at the bull rider, with different lights in their eyes, with fear, curiosity, worry, and anger...

These Nordic gods watching are not all gods who are good at fighting, and even most of them are gentle gods like Bragi who can only plant, play musical instruments, weave, and recite poems. There are almost none who can muster up the courage to step forward to intercept.

Daode Tianzun rode the green bull and walked unhurriedly on the Sunset Avenue for almost a stick of incense, but no god stopped him, which made him feel a little funny.

"No wonder you were able to survive the erosion of the fog a hundred years ago... Hehe."

Daode Tianzun sneered lightly.

He rode a bull across the Sunset Avenue and came to the mountain where the Supreme Temple is located. Just as he was about to climb the mountain, countless streamers of light flew from the sky and turned into Nordic gods in armor, standing scattered among the thousand steps of the mountain. superior.

On the last step, God of War Tyre held the sword in one hand and the aegis in the other, looking coldly at the Tianzun at the foot of the mountain, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"It seems that the Norse gods are not all cowards."

Daode Tianzun lightly jumped down from the bull's back, stroked the bull's horns, raised his hand, and a wooden sword whizzed out from the supreme temple on the top of the mountain in an instant, and landed in his palm.

He was wearing a black and white Taoist robe, holding a wooden sword, and calmly climbed up the stairs.

"kill him!"

God of War Tyre let out a low growl, and the many gods standing on the steps overlooking the Taoist rushed down!

Countless radiant divine lights erupted from the mountain. Daode Tianzun held the sword in one hand, and his expression did not change at all. He gently raised the fragile wooden sword. In an instant, the surrounding world was once again smudged into black and white.

The pale and pitch-black divine power attacks crashed down, but they couldn't touch him at all, they all passed around his body strangely, and the messy strands of hair fluttered in the wind, orderly in chaos.

He raised the wooden sword and slashed at random in front of him, black divine blood gushed out and splashed on the climbing stone steps.

Even in the face of the siege of the gods, his footsteps did not stop at all. Instead, he stepped up the steps step by step with a wonderful rhythm. With each sword sweep, a large number of gods fell.

Behind him, the white sun rose slowly.

Jingle--!

With a soft sound, the right arm of God of War Tyre was chopped off by the sword light and hit the ground. He spurted a mouthful of black blood and fell from the top of the mountain.

Daode Tianzun took a step forward and stepped onto the last step. The black and white colors covering the world finally dissipated. A round of red sun hung behind him, and the stone steps that flowed blood into rivers were extremely red.

Straw sandals, Taoist robes, Taoist hairpins, and wooden swords.

Tianzun's body was not even stained with a ray of blood. He was like a Taoist who had just burned incense and bathed, with a faint fragrance still exuding from his body.

Holding the sword, he stepped gently into the temple, looked up at the one-eyed old man sitting on the pure white throne, and smiled slightly:

"Odin, Pindao... is here to kill you."