"Shengfeng, he has now been wounded by the forbidden backlash in the void, so he has healed. ”

After that, the Holy Light King spoke, then his eyes closed, and he sat not far from the stone statue of Baxia, regardless of the expressions of the kings of the surrounding clans, as for believing it or not, he didn't care, anyway, he believed it.

Seeing the appearance of the Holy Light King, a coldness flashed in Ling Yao King's eyes, but it dissolved into invisibility in a moment, and he turned his head towards the Baxia Stone Statue with a smile on his face.

Baxia, the descendant of the true dragon, can bear the weight of mountains and rivers, so not only in the tombs of the human race, but even in the tombs of the strong of the heavens and all races, the figure of the Baxia is often seen, so a stone statue of the Baxia appeared in the depths of the small world and carried the heavenly monument, which did not surprise the kings.

Now that they are all trapped here, if they can't get through the way out for a day, or can't find the entrance to the emperor's tomb, will they be trapped here for a day?

This small world under the sinkhole, and the sinkhole are perfectly integrated together, like a primitive reckless world, towering ancient mountains, ancient forests are dark, and the atmosphere of recklessness is strong, if you look down from the sky, you can see the ups and downs of the earth, the hills are like clusters, as if there is a big dragon coiling the earth, exuding a reckless atmosphere.

In the depths of the small world, the ancient forest is reckless, the grass and trees are abundant, the ancient trees are bent, the thick vines are like black pythons hanging from the big trees, or crawling on the earth, and a thin figure wearing black armor flashes in the thick vine forest.

It was a sharp-beaked monkey's cheeky face, the arms stretched out of the black armor were shriveled and slender like skin and bones, the fingers were like sharp claws, a pair of eyes with red pupils, and under the long nose, the fangs were sharp, but the speed of the figure was fast, almost like stepping on the veins of the void.

Floater.

Among the heavens, a race that is not very famous, the number of people is not large, and this race is very scattered, and it is not as strong as other races.

And this race is not only not united, but also cannibalistic, if it is not for the two people of the same kind of floating clan who are directly related to the bloodline, they cannot see each other, and one of them will fall when they meet, and the bloodline will be devoured by the winner.

However, it is undeniable that this race, which has a very small number of heavens, has a special creation that is enviable.

There is a special bloodline flowing in the body of the Floating Clan, this bloodline is very similar to the space, and it can capture the abnormal movement of the spatial vein.

Of course, the bloodline of the Floating Clan is not only used to track, but more importantly, it is used to explore the traces of the past, even if many years have passed, it is possible that the traces of the Floating Clan will be captured in the spatial vein.

No matter how small the clues are, under the perception of the bloodline of the Floating Sky Clan, they will be infinitely magnified.

The thin figure had an unusually strong dome on its hind legs, and with a slam kick in the void, it had already drawn the veins of space, gliding hundreds of miles away, without the slightest fluctuation of blood power, and even more because it relied on the veins of the void, and the void did not ripple wherever it passed.

......

"Lord, my subordinates are incompetent and ask my lord to punish me. ”

The monster warrior of the Floating Sky Clan sank into a barren ancient forest, and the Holy Nee King Hanyu Feng sat in the depths of the ancient forest, his whole body flashing with holy light.

"Kongling, get up, this is the tomb built by the emperor for himself, even if it was when he opened up a small world, it caused the fluctuations of the void, too much time has passed, and you are not to blame for not being able to capture the context of time and space. ”

King Shengne listened to the reply of his subordinates, and his eyes did not show disappointment.

"Lord, what's next?"

Kong Ling was still prostrate on the ground, and the tyranny flickering in her red pupils did not dare to show it in front of King Shengni.

"We are trapped here, the human race on the Xiaomang Continent finally has a chance to start making waves, it's okay, don't you think that the number of races that exist on the Xiaomang Continent today is also too much, not to mention the resources, just the matter of besieging the Terran, too many races have too many opinions, and they are arguing for a decision. ”

King Shengni spoke, but Kongling prostrate on the ground and did not make a sound, he had been following King Shengnie for too long, he was already extremely familiar with it, and King Shengni did not really want to discuss with him when he said this.

It is true that he is a king, but in front of the Holy Nie King Hanyu Feng is a slave, when he was just born, he was caught by the Holy Bodhisattva royal family, and Hanyu Feng made a master and servant totem contract, and his life and death were all between Hanyu Feng's thoughts.

The Botian royal family is an ancient royal family that has been inherited by the Holy Clan for millions of years, and at the peak of the clan, it even walked out of the peak of the Seven Heavens of the King, and was almost about to be crowned emperor, and it was called the quasi-emperor bloodline family in the Holy Clan.

It can be said that in addition to a few great emperor clans in the Holy Clan, the Botian Royal Clan is enough to rank among the peak royal clans, and Hanyu Feng is the most talented bloodline of the contemporary Botian Royal Clan, and the bloodline is the closest existence to the original peak life king.

He came to the Xiaomang Wilderness Continent to sit down, just to precipitate the bloodline, the Botian royal family didn't want him to be too showy, the closest to the quasi-emperor's bloodline, there was a great hope of being crowned emperor, in order to become an emperor, the Botian royal family can be said to have put a lot of effort into it.

It's just that I didn't expect to encounter the appearance of the Terran Tomb, the Terran Tomb and the pursuit of the Bodhisattva Tomb can be said to be the same, if you can get some opportunities from the Emperor's Tomb, then the Bodhisattva Tomb is closer to the real Emperor.

Between the flow of thoughts, Kongling's body crept even lower, and the fine Qinglin under the black armor flickered with a ghostly light.

"The demon clan is a big threat, the wolf king is tyrannical, and the king is cunning, maybe it will fall into their way, and I have to guard against it. ”

"There are also blood clans and royal clans, you go to secretly follow the royal clan, this race is amazing, and it has not really been destroyed. ”

"No. ”

The empty feather promised, and the figure disappeared into the forest.

Sitting in the middle of the forest, Hanyu Feng's hand spread out, and a disc that seemed to shimmer with a faint golden light appeared, and all kinds of fine sacred texts were engraved on it, densely packed like small ants huddled together.

"The Bodhisattva Emperor Clan, an awe-inspiring honor. ”

The big hand rubbed the golden disc in his hand, a flash of burning in Hanyu's eyes, and there was a touch of firmness in the depths of his pupils, and he was bound to win the opportunity for the emperor's tomb.

Even though his bloodline is infinitely close to the ancestor of the Destiny King Realm, he has the hope of climbing the throne, but hope is just hope, if it does not become a reality, it can only be illusory, if he can get the opportunity in the emperor's tomb, then the hope of the emperor will be greater.

The premise is that he needs to face more than sixty contenders.

The golden disc in his hand flashed with golden light, and the light splashed in all directions, heading towards the west of the small world.

......

In the other direction, in the barren mountains and forests, the ghost aura is pervasive, gloomy as a ghost descends, and illusory ghosts are pervasive, with teeth and claws, and hideous faces.

In the depths of the mountains and forests, the three dark illusions are between the unreal and the real, and the three kings of soul, ghost and ghost gather, so that this mangling forest can truly turn into ghosts, ghosts, and ghosts.

"The Terrans on the continent don't care about him first, the Terran Emperor's tomb matters. ”

An ethereal, eerie, illusory voice came from the mouth of the Ghost King, and he stood there as a cloud of black smoke.

"Huh. ”

A charming, glamorous woman's voice sounded, and in the monstrous ghostly aura, a graceful Meizu queen stretched her waist, and suddenly the spring light was unobstructed.

"If you want to see it, you just look at it, you want to be ashamed like this, and you think that the old lady is going to seduce you. ”

"S hooves. The Soul Clan Warrior snorted coldly without care.

"Now those Terrans can't take care of it, you look at the kings staring here one by one like hungry wolves, those Terrans on the continent are just a minor illness, the emperor's tomb is the biggest opportunity in front of them, and the Holy Clan's gang must not be allowed to take the lead. ”

"Although the demon clan is in the same camp as us, but the emperor's tomb is in front, this camp is not to be discussed, not to mention the two embarrassed guys who came this time, insidious and cunning, such cunning people should stay away from them, otherwise they will be happy if they are calculated. ”

In the cloud of black smoke of the Ghost King, a dark red ghost fire jumped more and more violently.

"Be careful, the emperor's tomb is full of weirdness, all ethnic groups are careful, I estimate that there will be a vision manifestation in the emperor's tomb, and then see how to make a move, but before again, you need to pull a helper. ”

"They all say that they are scheming, and listen to you. ”

The Soul King replied in response.

"Meiluo, I'll leave it to you to contact the king of the race. ”

The voice of the ghost king drifted to the ears of the Meizu Queen.

"The two elder brothers have made a decision, the younger sister can only comply, I see that the blood clan and the bone clan are closer, I will contact the king of blood gui, as for the bone frame wrapped in a coarse cloth beast robe, you go and contact. ”

The shy voice came out, and the Meizu queen's waist was twisted, and there was a glamorous aura.

......

Blood, Ancient, Spirit, Bone, Dwarf, Wind, Jade......

The kings of large and small races continue to gather, or three or five people, or two or three, for a time, in the entire underground world, there is an undercurrent among the kings of all races, and in the face of the temptation of huge opportunities, each king has his own calculations.

The Great Creation is just around the corner, even if it is the same race, there will be centrifugation, not to mention the alliance that is not very solid, the light camp and the dark camp of the heavens are completely messed up, and the race to which the light camp belongs and the race to which the dark camp belongs no longer cares.

......

in an ancient burial ground.

A whirlpool of blood-colored energy was thousands of zhang high, from the dilapidated dry bone earth below into the clouds of space, and in the blood-colored vortex, a figure as high as sixty zhang sat cross-legged, frantically absorbing the rich blood-colored essence.

The blood qi like a river of blood was swallowed into the body, turning into nutrients derived from flesh and blood, and the blood qi roared like a thunderstorm, and the divine light of the Dao Law continued to flicker out of the body.