A fist-sized hexagonal body, floating in mid-air, exuding terrifying power underneath.

This hexagonal body is undoubtedly the Emperor Tyrant Seal, which is similar to what Wei Jiu had seen before, but the Emperor Seal at this moment is no longer the color of the past. At that time, its whole body had already been swallowed by the gray brilliance, and it turned out that he was the source of the gray power around him.

"Emperor Heavenly Seal!" Wei Jiu stammered a little, "How is it possible, didn't I use the destruction of the spirit pill to completely shatter the Emperor Seal? How could you get it? And this Emperor Seal doesn't seem to be the same as before, what is going on?"

"Yes, the Imperial Seal has indeed been shattered by you. In other words, it's long dead, and everything that dies is now in my hands!" continued.

"Death, how can this be?" Wei Jiu's gaze fell on Han Shilang and asked.

It stands to reason that this legendary god of death, the strong man in charge of the underworld, should be able to see some clues. But what made Wei Jiu feel disappointed was that Han Shilang just shook his head, saying that he didn't know either.

Yes, who would believe that a dead thing like the Emperor Heavenly Cullinan would also die?

Unbelief is unbelief, but that seems to be the case. Otherwise, how could the Emperor Heavenly Seal, which had long been destroyed, appear here? And looking at this Emperor Seal full of gray aura, although it was still as powerful as the original, Wei Jiu was sure that this was definitely not the Emperor Seal it used to be.

"The original Pang Shen Zun was defeated and fled with the emperor's seal... And now that the Imperial Seal is in your hands, what about the Pang Shen Venerable?" Wei Jiu asked.

"Pang Shen Divine Venerable, that guy has naturally been torn to pieces by me!" "The soldier master and the god of war laughed arrogantly, "Do you know that I am not a human being, a ghost or a ghost, who caused it? It is he Pang Shen Shenzun." He was the one who killed me and dumped me in the Abyss Purgatory, and he was the culprit for all this fault, do you think I can spare him?"

Hiss... The words of the soldier master god of war were like a knife, hitting Wei Jiu's chest.

Who would have thought that the number one god in the Divine Capital would fall into the hands of his fellow clansmen? In that battle back then, Wei Jiu used all his strength, but he never killed him, and at this moment, he was actually the last victory fruit obtained by the enemy in front of him, how could he not make him angry?

As for the words of the soldier master god of war, Wei Jiu did not have much doubts, he knew very well that the soldier lord god of war had no reason to deceive him at all.

And looking at the extremely powerful Emperor Tyrant Seal in front of him, he also knew in his heart that if the God of War did not kill the Pang God Divine Venerable, it would be absolutely impossible to get the Emperor Seal. Even if the Emperor Seal is really dead, he is still attached to the body of Pang Shen Shenzun, if he does not die, the Emperor Seal will never be able to leave.

"Hehe, do you think it's worth it? Now your strength can be said to be the first person in the Protoss, but look at it, have you ever had half of the glory of the former God of War?" Wei Jiu hadn't yet spoken, and the Martial Heavenly Wolf on the side grabbed the topic responsibility.

He is an old god, and although he did not have much power and status back then, he has always pursued power.

Among the gods, the ones he set as targets were not god-kings or gods, and those comparisons were too powerful and some were out of reach. On the contrary, it is the god of war in front of him, he is just an ordinary god, but he has lived the glory of the god of war, although his status has not changed, his reputation among the gods is not weaker than the eighteen gods.

At this moment, looking at the goal he has been fighting for, but he has fallen to such an extent, becoming the appearance of this person who is not a human being, a ghost or a ghost, how can he not be sad?

"God of War? it doesn't matter, at least I like the way I am now!" "The God of War laughed coldly, "Powerful power is really a good thing, and only holding this power in your own hands is the king... As for abandoning the identity of the God of War and betraying the faith of the Protoss, it doesn't matter, I know what I am loyal to in my heart, it is enough!"

The words of the god of war, although very indifferent, do have some truth.

A trace of helplessness flashed in Wei Jiu's eyes, it seemed that the era of the gods back then might not be as pleasant as he imagined. But then again, the world where the strong are kings and the weak eat the strong is itself a life-and-death struggle.

"Since none of this matters, I'll just ask you one thing... What are you doing in this seventh layer for?" Wei Jiu asked in a deep voice, "Also, the changes that happened here are all because of you, in this case, I don't know where the things that existed in this space before have gone?"

"Hehe, what you want to ask is, the quicksand of time, right? Isn't that what the three of you have traveled all the way for?"

"Yes, it's the quicksand of time. That's important to us, and if you get it, I hope you can give it to us!" Han Shiro said a little nervously.

When it comes to the quicksand of time, he is a little out of proportion, but it is also a normal phenomenon, after all, the quicksand of time is the key to reviving Meng Meng. The girl had waited too long in the cold darkness for him to have any more patience to keep her waiting.

Wei Jiu is the same, his whole heart is in his throat, this way of overcoming thorns and thorns, isn't what he is doing is the quicksand of time?

In the cemetery of the Flood Desolate Continent, too many partners have died, and there are also too many people waiting for him to go back in the distant Huaxia Kingdom. In order to get the quicksand of time, he has paid a lot and lost a lot, and it is not easy to get to this point, how can he not care?

However, Wei Jiu is different from Han Shilang, no matter how concerned he is, he still retains a trace of reason.

He knew very well that if the quicksand of time was really in the hands of the soldier lord and the god of war, then the matter would be troublesome, and it was absolutely impossible for this old enemy to hand over to them easily. And what made Wei Jiu feel even more frightened was that the purpose of the appearance of the soldier master God of War was to deal with the three of them?

If it was really intentional, and wanted to kill the three of them, then let alone get the quicksand of time, I am afraid that it is not so simple to live.

After all, the cultivation of the God of War at the moment is really terrifying, and after being recognized by the Emperor Tyrant Tianxi, he can be regarded as a real god. The word God is not just synonymous, it symbolizes an unrivaled power.

At least in the current situation, no one in the Burial God Tower dares to say that they can defeat the gods, and no one dares to fight this package ticket.

In the previous battle against Pang Shen Divine Venerable, Wei Jiu destroyed nine spirit pills, and most of his cultivation was lost. So at this moment, facing the Emperor Xi again, what should he rely on to win? and why should he once again exert a power comparable to the shattering of the Spirit Pill?

Thinking of this, Wei Jiu inevitably shuddered, the road ahead was bleak, and the Shengmen seemed to be a little bumpy.

......

"Time quicksand, it's not here for me, but right now, after I kill the three of you, it'll be mine!" the soldier lord god of war laughed coldly, "It's in a hurry, I can only use the power of death to completely control this layer, but I don't have the energy to enjoy the treasures of this layer!"

The words of the war lord of the soldier could not help but make Wei Jiu feel at ease, those treasures had not been devoured by him, and this was the best situation for now.

A trace of strange brilliance flashed in his eyes, and Wei Jiu continued to ask, "Another question, during the conversation with the Ten Thousand Nights God King, he told me that this seventh layer inhabits the true owner of the Burial God Tower, and his strength is extremely terrifying, I don't know if you have ever seen it?"

"The real master of the Burial God Tower?" the Soldier Master God of War was stunned for a moment, and then said with relief, "I see, when I first came here, I did feel a powerful aura. Now that I hear you say this, I understand, but it doesn't matter, what is the strong man in the sleep?"

The words of the war lord are extremely arrogant, but in fact, he does have this arrogant capital.

Don't look at him now that he has become such a person, a ghost or a ghost, but his strength cultivation is really terrifying, I am afraid that even if the God King and God Venerable join forces, they will not be his opponents. And after awakening the power of death, what makes people feel even more terrifying is that he can completely ignore the physical damage.

This means that he is immortal, and even every death makes him stronger. Even if his body is ruined and his cultivation is completely lost, as long as the power of death is not extinguished, he can recover as quickly as possible.

According to the legend, the owner of the seventh layer of the Burial God Tower is powerful, but after all, no one has ever seen his magical powers.

The Ten Thousand Nights God King simply relied on her aura to judge that that person was not something that the God Race who had lost the divine core could fight. And the same was true of the war lord at that time, he was the only god left in the world, and his strength cultivation at this moment also surpassed that of the entire god race.

When the soldier master god of war came to the seventh layer, he felt the existence of that aura. But in general, he is only half a catty and eight taels, which is on par.

If it was really a confrontation, he didn't feel that he would suffer, and even in terms of breath, he had a slight advantage in points. On the other hand, although the aura was powerful, it was also in a state of deep sleep, and as long as it was not awakened, it was not enough to be afraid.

"In that case, there is no discussion between us?" Wei Jiu asked in a cold voice.

"There is no need to discuss, I stepped into this burial god tower for the sake of shame. So today, either you die or I die, there is no third way to go!" The god of war laughed coldly.

The words fell, his palm swayed slightly, and the Emperor Heavenly Seal sank into his body again. Immediately after, the Tiger Spirit Long Knife spun in the air, and the momentum was breathtaking, and the terrifying coercion and killing intent swept directly over.

"In that case, then, let's fight!" Wei Jiu smiled coldly, a hint of chill flashed in his eyes.

He is not afraid of killing, nor is he afraid of death, and he has embarked on this road of no return, and he has no room to retreat after all. No matter how powerful the opponent is, he can only move forward and cut him off his horse!