In the endless void, looking down, there is smoke everywhere.

Losing the behemoth of the temple, the dragons and snakes below all danced, and countless ambitious and capable people took advantage of the situation to stir up endless storms.

The roars, the wails, the collision of magic weapons, and the sound of despair resounded in the sky, chaotic, completely chaotic, and the entire desert continent began to be chaotic.

The god lord was dressed as an emperor, sitting high in the clouds, looking down below, and after a while, he spoke, "The endless trial is the beginning and the end, whether it is the people who have entered the land of trials in this era, or the remnants of the party who survived before, they must accept the final trial!"

The people below were quiet, sitting in their chairs in order of sitting, no one spoke, no one looked left or right, the god is the absolute authority, the absolute symbol, the only true god of the temple!

"This is a place of refuge that I have been working so hard to build, we just need to wait, wait for the time to come, and then kill and seize the source of the world, the source of the desert continent is in my hands, no matter how many people below toss, it will not help. ”

"Victory belongs to the temple, to our true God!"

The god lord raised his arms and shouted, and the following also shouted, Wang Changsheng paused, and then also shouted, shouting feverishly.

There were some small problems in the evolution of this world, so the trialists could not directly decide the winner, but could only wait, wait for the opening of the outer world, and then decide the winner.

At the same time, on the edge of the desert continent, above the oasis, two groups of people are facing each other.

One group is the Lion Saint Werewolf Clan, which is now in the limelight, and the other group is dressed strangely, it seems to be an army, but it doesn't seem to be.

"Let go of our werewolf elders, and I can be blameless. The Lion Saint roared, looking at the group in front of him with a very unkind look.

The group of people in front of them were each wearing big white cloaks, holding various weapons, full of momentum, and the leader was also a very strong man, and the werewolf clan was not willing to provoke such a powerful force.

The white cloak group, led by a guy wearing red clothes, a badge pinned to his chest, a square face, and not smiling, sneered and said, "Werewolf clan, the desert continent does not belong to you, if you want your elders, you can exchange it for your world source!"

Immediately after the wormhole opened, a group of people jumped in front of everyone, and the Lion Saint wanted to stop it, but he gave up because of the powerful aura on that side.

"Lord Lion Saint, this ......" a werewolf clan elder hesitated and staggered as he said.

"I know, if it doesn't work, I can only fight, werewolves, I haven't seen blood for too long!" said the Lion Saint, his eyes looking at the sky, as if searching for the temple that floated in the sky.

At the same time, the other seven continents were also full of beacon fire, countless strong men of the older generation fell, the strong men of the new generation showed their glory, and countless dragons and snakes rose up recklessly, and the whole world was in chaos.

In the past, the forces that controlled the entire continent were all challenged to varying degrees, some forces were uprooted, some forces were struggling, and some forces were back and forth, and they were in the stage of confrontation.

Only on the desert continent, the strength of the temple has not been lost, the temple is broken, and it jumped out of the strange circle at the first time, and did not fight with the werewolf clan, the Magister Association, and the Round Table Warriors, but hid it, and was said by many people for a while.

Whether it's the distant continent on the west coast, or the overseas fairy mountains near the desert continent, or the islands hidden deep under the sponge, or the home of the gods floating in the sky, there are people talking about it.

"The temple is very smart, and instead of choosing to fight the challengers, we are still one step behind in the fact that we have swept away so many years of savings, and our strength has not been depleted at all. On the Red Clay Continent, a powerful man muttered to himself.

On the Mechanical Continent, after someone saw the choice of the temple, they just smiled coldly in the dark, "A group of cowards, survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest, what we want is for us to fight to the end, hide behind, think we can manipulate everything, in the end, it must be a bamboo basket to draw water, a void, small ones, take down the heads of those betrayers for me!"

The Western Regions Continent, the endless cold, the rule of the Ice and Snow Temple here is as solid as a rock, even if someone provokes the authority of the Ice and Snow Temple, most of them have turned into ice cubes, and life has been terminated, the ice and snow goddess learned that the temple was hiding its head and tail and hiding in the void, sneered twice, and then said lightly, "Let him go, pay attention to vigilance, the god is not a good guy, ghost." ”

Holding a long knife in his hand, slashing one by one, Wang Changsheng is practicing his sword skills, whether it is a state of deification, or blood arming, or other Taoism, Wang Changsheng needs to be strengthened, and a big battle is about to begin, if his strength can't keep up, he may become someone else's sword.

"The silver moon hangs upside down!" A knife slashed out, and the silver moon conjured up on Wang Changsheng's head, the knife aura was pervasive, unstoppable, just a knife, just like that, it split the heavenly gold stored in the temple.

"The power is not bad!" Wang Changsheng nodded, and continued to practice his sword skills, in the past ten days, Wang Changsheng did not rest for a moment, obsessed with improving his cultivation, now the situation is not good, everything speaks with strength, especially the words of the temple godmaster, which deeply stimulated Wang Changsheng.

In the big era, if you don't have the ability to make the tide, you can't stand on the cusp of the storm, you can only be passively pushed by the times, and in the end you have nothing, or even die of death, which is a common thing.

"The road to the future, under my feet, the road I walk is the only road to the sky!" Wang Changsheng felt the surging power in his body, roared angrily, and slashed out, and the puppet in front of him was torn apart and hit hard.

"The final big trial is about to begin, everyone is fighting, jumping out of an old monster, old guys are also a common thing, if I am not strong, I don't even have the right to choose how to die, just the dry bones under the feet of the victor, become the decoration on the road to success for others, I don't want to do this kind of life, such a day!" Wang Changsheng roared angrily, one knife after another, sharpening his recent cultivation of sword skills.

"Wang Changsheng has worked hard enough these days, no one can say what the future will be, whether the temple can continue or not depends on you young people, we are just losers in the last era after all!" The Divine Lord looked at Wang Changsheng's cultivation and muttered.

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