"Where's the temple?"

"The temple is extraordinary, the crystallization of art......"

"You already used the word 'art' when you introduced St. Yale Square eight hours ago. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Everything here is the result of art!" Haniya said in an admonishing tone, and her tone clearly treated Yuan Feiwu as a naughty child and disobedient.

Of course, Yuan Feiwu would not talk again, and let Haniya continue.

As a result, the two chatted so simply, it took a whole day, and almost all the whole process was Haniya talking at the mouth, and Yuan Feiwu listened quietly. Not only satisfies the words of a nagging guy, but also allows a guy who is ready to collect Celestial City Planning materials as a reference template to complete the task. There is a guy who has lived for I don't know how many thousands of years to explain to Yuan Feiwu, which is much more time-saving and efficient than Yuan Feiwu researching it himself.

This kind of harmonious and pleasant time always flies, Hania took the time to look at the time, I'll go, I'm going to start the competition in half a day! He, a contestant, actually has no heart to sit here until now! But since he is a heartless guy, he naturally won't take this matter too seriously, and he gets up and pats his ass and wants to leave.

It had been a long time since no one had been willing to listen to Haniya for almost a whole day, which made him love this well-behaved little nephew a little more, and he was very reluctant to leave when he parted.

"Remember, there are still a few hours left until the game, so you must take the opportunity to escape!" Haniya couldn't help but admonish as she left.

"Got it. ”

Seeing Yuan Feiwu's smile in a calm response, Haniya nodded with satisfaction and left.

After Haniya left, Yuan Feiwu didn't stand up, but just took out the blue stone that Haniya had given. As soon as he came into contact, Yuan Feiwu knew that this stone was the same as the material used to make the cage. This piece is the key used to open this cage, and it is estimated that the God King and each Archangel have one.

But......

Yuan Feiwu gently touched the blue stone against the cage door, but there was no reaction.

Since Michael said that only he could open the cage, it would not be a superfluous intimidation. This particular cage is rarely used at a glance, and perhaps it has been quietly manipulated by Michael during the period of perennial neglect, and the "keys" of others have lost their effect.

This formidable iron cage has become Michael's exclusive item, making Yuan Feiwu more aware that Michael's ambitions seem to have been in the business for many years......

I just don't know if Lucifer's big brother's defection to the Heavenly Realm is also part of his plan?

A small square in the stronghold of the Wingless God.

The four elders sat on the high platform, and all the more than 3,000 wingless gods below were absent.

But it's been a long time since everyone said a word.

Because as soon as Zhenshan appeared, he took the lead in asking a question: "Yuan Feiwu was arrested, what should we do?"

What to do...... If I knew, I would have done it myself...... The Ice Goddess sighed deeply.

"Now let's have a good mobilization meeting, Yuan Feiwu's matter, and I'll ask for mercy after the game. The God of Light finally broke the silence.

The pre-war mobilization meeting is a long-standing tradition of the Wingless God, and whenever there is a need to go out to fight or fight, everyone will gather and swear an oath, which is an encouragement to the people who set out on the expedition and also gives the other Wingless God a chance to express their blessings. But this pre-war mobilization meeting was the most depressing one ever, not to mention that everyone was able to stimulate their blood, and they could not be held like a memorial service, and the requirements were surprisingly low.

In the final stage, the angel entered the wingless god stronghold and captured Yuan Feiwu, but they couldn't make a move, and the helplessness and grief hit them too much.

It's just that a new wingless god has been captured, is it necessary to be the same as the end of the world? To be honest, he was a little jealous of the brunette boy, how long had he been here, and why had so many people cared about? He Vulcan had been in the Wingless God long enough, but he had never had this sense of presence.

He is obviously an elder, but he is not as prestigious as the other three, and the first person who comes to everyone's mind will definitely not be the elder of his fire god; compared to other wingless gods, his popularity is very poor, and he basically has no good friends. This may also have something to do with his withdrawn and arrogant personality.

Anyway, what he longs for in his heart is this sense of vital existence, he wants to be an existence that makes everyone look up and accept the baptism of countless admiring eyes below!

Otherwise, how could he get mixed up with Michael?

Michael promised him all of this!

"So it's game day, and the fifth wingless god has not yet been determined, how can we play this game?!" the Vulcan asked loudly after the complicated thoughts in his heart drifted away.

He doesn't know how many times he's asked this, the God of Light always prevaricates him with "looking for candidates", and now that the mobilization meetings are all in place, can't it just be the four of them?

On top of that, he could only tell Michael that the Wingless God hadn't been able to choose a fifth contestant, so Michael looked at him more and more wrongly, and he must feel that he was fooling him.

Not to mention Michael, even the god of fire feels like he's fooling him! Nima hasn't picked out the fifth person before the game starts, who is it!

"Don't worry, you've already chosen the characters. The god of light replied so lightly.

The wingless god in the audience hadn't paid attention to this matter all along, and when he heard the god of fire ask, he suddenly remembered, yes, the game is for five people, and who is the other person? Especially among the wingless gods, except for the four elders, several more powerful wingless gods continued to accept the suspicious attention of other wingless gods, and they could only wave their hands again and again and say no.

"Who?" the Vulcan was stunned for a moment, and then the fire came up.

Picking such a big thing as a contestant, he, the elder, didn't even know about it?

The god of fire was about to go crazy, and suddenly calmed down again, and he suddenly thought that the elders of the God of Light had already suspected themselves of picking good people from themselves? Could it be that the kid had told the secret? He had been observing the kid, although he was running around and playing around, but it was not like he had told about his private meeting with Michael. Otherwise, with his identity, at least the God of Light would first understand the situation with him, and one-sidedly listening to a newly arrived God of Darkness would definitely not be the style of the God of Light.

Although he had already figured out that it was impossible to be so suspicious, the Vulcan was still a little weak-hearted, and tried to suppress his anger when he spoke: "Who did you choose?

"No, you don't. The God of Light still had a dry voice, but to the ears of the God of Fire it seemed to be deliberately weird.

The god of fire snorted and stopped talking, his eyes looking at the god of light with a hint of malice.

"Well, in today's battle, everyone knows the consequences of winning and losing. Since everyone is willing to accept the agreement with the angels, then no matter whether you win or lose, everyone will advance and retreat together, everyone understands!" the Thunder God of War followed the words of the God of Light and shouted loudly to the audience.

The old bell-like voice was hard to hear, but the wingless gods in the audience all raised their fists and shouted "advance and retreat together", their eyes resolute.

That's right, she just wants to protect such a lovely person......

The Ice Goddess also stood up, muttering the belief that she would win, and that belief included the black-haired guy whose life and death were uncertain......

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Why is it that on a festival like Qingming, the Demon King suddenly has many more readers dedicating their souls......

The author was puzzled

You don't have to worship the author of such a festival, really