Luo Sheng had a bitter face, wrinkled his nose, and put the last piece of armor fragment into the gold coin bag, this alien corpse was extremely stinky.

Hearing that the corpse of the headless armor had a fire effect dozens of times better than that of gold coins, Wu Lian immediately asked Miao Xiaodao and Luo Sheng to divide and pack up the corpse of the headless armor for use on the floor below.

I have to say that Wulian's decision is very forward-looking and correct.

Descending to the fifty-first floor, the stairs leading to the hall on the fifty-first floor behind him slowly disappeared, and everyone was immediately enveloped in darkness.

Ye Ya ignited a fire, and the range of the fire was less than three meters left!

Not to mention fluorescence, which lights up on the fingertips and can't even illuminate the farthest knuckles.

Three meters away from the fire ball, it was like a substantial darkness, like some kind of substance with a substance, constantly pressing inward, Ye Ya continued to increase the mana to maintain the fire ball, in order to maintain the power of the fire ball and illuminate this three-meter range.

Fortunately, the magic elves in this layer were a little richer than the upper layers, so that Ye Ya would not maintain the lighting, and his mana would be drained by this strange environment.

In this case, it is not even possible to explore the way.

Under Wulian's treatment, Min Zhen regrew soft four wings, and as soon as he rose into the air, he immediately fell back on Ye Ya's shoulder, and said, "No, I can't see anything." ”

This is a bit difficult to do, the Spirit Gathering Array that Ye Ya understands can't move yet, they can't take more than a dozen steps, just set up a Spirit Gathering Array, in that case, even if the corpses of the headless armor are burned and all their gold coins are burned, it is still unknown whether they can successfully reach the sixtieth floor hall.

Obviously, everyone understands the situation.

In the dark, Miao Xiaodao asked, "Can blood be used as fuel?"

"It should be able to ...... There are a lot of magic spirits in the blood of the alien gods, and they should be able to be used as fuel......"

"Then you try this. Miao Xiaodao walked to Ye Ya's side from the darkness at the back of the line, and took out a steel iron basin from the gold coin bag, and in the iron basin was the blue and red blood of the alien gods.

The style of the iron basin is very ancient, but everyone immediately discovered that this is the iron basin that burns the fire in the hall on the 50th floor.

The iron basin is very shallow, only less than three inches deep, the edge is very wide, carved with exquisite concave patterns, around a circle, there are many places, there are traces of flame blackening, it looks very simple.

Burning the brazier, this design, is obviously for the convenience of burning the fire.

"I thought this blood was quite special, so I took a basin of ......" Miao Xiaodao shrugged and explained when he saw Ye Ya looking at him with his mouth open.

"Okay, great!" Ye Ya said, took the iron basin, put it on the ground, took out twelve middle-grade magic stones from the gold coin bag, and placed them evenly on the edge of the iron basin according to the arrangement of the spirit gathering array.

Ye Ya told everyone to step back, and everyone retreated until the corner of the wall, and Ye Ya built a spell against the basin of alien blood.

A trace of fiery red flashed above the brazier, constantly converging, and more and more fire spirits appeared from the void, gathered together, and burned.

The underground was hot and impermeable, and slowly, Ye Ya's forehead was sweating, and the fire elves took care of themselves

Radiating light and heat from the ground, completely ignoring the fuel that was just around the corner, Ye Ya had to guide the fire elves downward little by little.

Some of the fire elves have been shuttling back and forth in the blood of the alien god, and the blood of the alien god is still not ignited.

"Isn't that okay?" asked Ulian in a low voice.

"It's almost warm, take your time......" Ye Ya's words were like answering Wulian's question, but they were more like comforting themselves.

After half an hour of scorching by the fire elves, the blood of the alien gods finally reacted, and began to boil, bubbles protruded on the liquid surface, and at some point, it exploded, and above the entire brazier, flames several meters high erupted, and they burned violently.

Xiong Xiuxiu was in front of Ye Ya, he controlled a ball of fire, so that Ye Ya could see the situation in the brazier, at this moment, the flames suddenly erupted, splashing a lot of blood, and some of his shield also fell, and it burned in an instant.

Ye Yalian used several water-based spells to extinguish the burning of a few drops of alien blood.

The light of the fire, which slowly stabilized, still exceeded the range of the brazier, rising more than two meters high, illuminating the surrounding range of more than fifty meters, and the power of the blood burning of this alien god was far beyond estimates.

Ye Ya breathed a sigh of relief, but Luo Sheng's question made him start to worry about it again.

"How do you move?"

Levitation technique, no, the fire spirits around the brazier directly dispersed the low-level spells.

Spear against the brazier?

No, as soon as he walked out of the 100 meters, the head of the gun was burned red, and the barrel of the gun began to smoke, and after walking another 20 meters, Luo Sheng estimated that the barrel of the gun would be scrapped.

In the end, Ye Ya had to exchange all the little wine left on his body for the help of the high-level fire magic elf Badamu.

The three-inch-tall fiery red villain Badam, who had drunk wine dozens of times more than the volume of his body, walked to the brazier with great disdain, put the brazier on his head, did not feel hot at all, and staggered forward, and the magic sword everyone followed, as if the brazier was walking by itself.

How could a fire-type magic elf be afraid of heat?

As soon as a few people walked out of the corridor of the fifty-first floor, several monsters rushed out of the darkness and attacked them.

The level of these monsters was rigidly limited to the advanced stage by Gasrant, and they were no longer the opponents of the Demon Sword Everyone, and soon, everyone would destroy these monsters that rushed out.

A ghost was the most unlucky, he chose the brazier as the target of attack, hit his head on the edge of the brazier, and planned to overturn the brazier, but he didn't think that the blood of the alien god with an extremely high temperature splashed directly on his head, and his whole body, like snow encountering boiling water, directly dispersed into demonic energy.

"Bloody Blade, Cheetah Lizard, Hellhound, Great Gargoyle, Ghost ......" Wu Lian reported the names of the monsters attacked one by one, and said to himself: "Do you think that the monsters here are like a collection of dozens of layers above?"

"I didn't pay attention just now, but when I heard you say that, it seems to be true. Miao Xiaodao watched the bloody blade in front of him turn into demonic qi and disappear, and said, "This thing, it seems that we have encountered ...... above."

"We touch

When you go to that holy mage, there seems to be a bloody blade by your side," Wu Lian said: "Let's be careful, although this prison limits the strength of the prisoner, it is difficult to guarantee that there are no accidents......"

"Aren't we just an accident?" Ye Ya said with a smile, silently calling Nelson Bada in his heart, but there was no response, this guy, when he said retreat, he was really retreating.

Before, when he was still outside Gasrant, Nelsonbada said that it is difficult for the sealed to break through the rank, and now, the concentration of magic elves here is obviously extremely high, could it be that the sealed people in the sixty layers have already broken through the advanced stage?

"Anyway, it's always right to be careful. ”

The Sealed Land, Gasrant Prison, Martian Alien God, God's Domain...... Mixed information came together, Wu Lian always felt that there was something wrong, what was the relationship between these things, and he couldn't figure out anything, so he had to tell everyone to be careful.

Outside Gasrant, in the large camp, a soldier hurriedly lifted the curtain and came in, knelt on one knee and clasped his fists with his hands and said, "My lord, urgent military situation!"

Bemius glanced at him, put down the book in his hand, and then spoke slowly: "Say it!"

"The stele is completely shattered!"

"Hmm...... Got it, you go down!"

Bemius resisted the excitement in his heart, waited for the soldiers to withdraw from the tent, and then slowly stood up, walked out of the tent, and walked deeper into the barracks.

He walked to the edge of the barracks, in front of a low tent of ordinary sergeants, stood outside the tent, and said in a respectful whisper, "Lord God, the seal has been broken." ”

After a long while, an elder in a blue sacrificial robe lifted the curtain, walked out with his head down, and asked, "Is it confirmed?"

The old man, who had been made a divine envoy by Bemius, stood up straight, half a head taller than Bemius, with short silver hair, wrinkled face, and looked very old.

"There can be no mistake in such a big event. Bemius was a little embarrassed, he was so excited just now that he forgot to send another sergeant to confirm.

"Then prepare and leave tomorrow. The wrinkles on the face of the divine envoy were rarely relieved.

"Yes!" Bemius turned and returned to his tent, called two guards, and ordered one to return to the ground to check whether the stele was broken, and the other to inform the captains that the soldiers would be assembled in front of the battle tomorrow, according to the list drawn up earlier.

The old man in the blue robe returned to the tent, this tent was very small, it was only the specifications of ordinary sergeants, usually five to six people, but now, with the old man, there are eleven people here.

They were there to deal with the sealers in the hall on the sixtieth floor of Gasrant, the people outside the temple of Astia, calling them oracles, but the higher-ups who formed them and themselves knew that the name was wrong.

Oracle?

Today, when the realm of the gods and the realm of humans are not connected, the master of the temple of Astya has not appeared for thousands of years, which of the gods is the messenger of the gods?

Their formation has nothing to do with the twelve gods of the Divine Domain.

Binding the gods, binding the gods, for my use, this is the name they should have.

The Legion of the Gods

There are three squads in the team, namely shooting the sun, cutting the moon, and welcoming the gods, and the number of each team is between ten and fifteen people, all of whom are the most trusted warriors of the temple.

Only warriors who are extremely loyal to today's temple dare not hesitate to raise their swords when facing the gods.

This old man is none other than the leader of the Sun-Shooting Team of the Three God-Binding Teams, the missionary Uzmi.

These eleven people, all dressed in blue priestly robes, except for Uzmi who was standing when he just came in, the others were sitting cross-legged all over the tent, with their hoods low, hiding their faces, and the old man said, "Tomorrow's departure, everyone prepare!"

"Yes!"

The old man's hands behind his back, his right palm couldn't help pinching his left palm, and his heart couldn't help but start to get excited.

Accepting the former leader of the cursed clan, subduing the existence that was once comparable to the father God, and subduing the gods as a human being, is the first time in his thousand-year life, the first time in the thousands of years that human beings have become the masters of the temple, and the first time in the entire history of the Holy Continent!

Uzmi remembered what the adults had told him, and tried it, but if it didn't work, he would try something else.

For adults, if you fail, you can try other methods, but for Uzmi, this is the only chance to shoot the sun, and it is also his only chance to turn over.

The three teams of shooting the sun and slashing the moon to welcome the gods are gradually leaning backwards by the attention of adults, especially the team of welcoming the gods and returning to the gods, which are completely composed of people who are at the peak of the gods, and they perform tasks that he can't imagine. As the first sunshot to be established, if it bears the name of the binding god, it will be disbanded, it is a matter of time.

Success, not failure!

Uzmi silently made an oath in his heart.

(End of chapter)