In the room, Mo Wuxin, Rena, and Sun Wukong sat quietly in front of Thorton, listening to Thorton tell about the origin of the Golden Civilization and Tsar Azima.

Ten thousand years ago, there was a group of super-soldier-like humans on Earth, who called themselves mages and could control wind, fire, thunder, and electricity.... and other natural energies. They were the rulers of the earth 10,000 years ago, possessing superior wisdom and strong strength, but the stronger the mage, the more curious they became about their own strength.

The mages began to study all kinds of strange natural energies, and one day a powerful old mage stood by the desert and became curious about the sand element, trying to master the new natural energies. One year, two years .... Ten years later, the old mage still found nothing, couldn't withstand the washing of time, and finally died in his own experiments.

But the research did not stop, and the disciples of the old mage carried on his last wish, and after thirty years, they would finally succeed in using the sand elemental energy and become the leader of the faction among the mages. The disciples who were unwilling to achieve it began to study and create sand-elemental creatures again.

Until one day, Azima, who was covered in golden armor, was taken out of the institute by the mages, and established a civilization belonging to the sand element in the desert, calling himself the Golden Civilization.

Azima's ability to summon sand warriors and become immortal made the mages excited and proud, but deeply terrified.

He loved deserts, and he intended to turn all the continents into deserts, wantonly destroying forests, and eventually creating the Sahara today.

His reckless actions unnerved the mages, eventually causing tens of thousands of mages to go to the desert, sealing Azima and his golden civilization in the heart of the Sahara.

Because of this, the mage fell by nearly ninety percent, and in the end, the mage died completely because no one advanced.

After listening to it silently, it felt like listening to a fantasy story, magic belongs to natural energy, and mages are human beings with genes that drive natural energy, just like Ge Xin'er, she is strictly an authentic mage.

"It's amazing that a group of indigenous people who can't even get out of the atmosphere can make gods." Rena crossed Erlang's legs, shook her head, and said:

Mo Wuxin shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "Maybe this is a coincidence, let their blind cat meet a dead mouse, and they succeeded." ”

"How do you know that god?" Sun Wukong asked:

The crocodile god Thorton touched his scalp and smirked: "Hehe, I'm a neighbor with him." ”

"Okay, let's visit in a few days, and since Thorton knows each other, come with us!" Mo Wuxin patted the crocodile fat man on the shoulder, got up and walked out of the room.

Rena kicked Thorton with her foot and asked, "Hey, little crocodile, did you beat him?" ”

"Hmph, if I hadn't killed him, I would have flattened him a long time ago." Thorton glared at the crocodile eyes, patted his chest and said:

"Okay, it's time for you to go up and practice your hands." After Rena finished speaking, she left with Sun Wukong.

Three days later, the dragon descended on the center of the Sahara, where the weather was so hot that Rena frowned.

Mo Wuxin, Vani, Rose, Ge Xiaolun, Liu Chuang, Sun Wukong, plus the crocodile god Suoton, a total of seven gods, appeared directly in front of the Golden City, the long dragon made the soldiers guarding the city tower a little panicked, and after a while, tens of thousands of warriors appeared directly in front of the seven people, and the aura of slaughter filled the air.

"Hey, cute crocodile, go ahead and beat him up." Rena's boots creaked against the sand, and the breeze blew through her hair and her hair fluttered.

Before Thorton strode forward, he stood in front of the formation, moistened his throat, and said, "Hey, that.... Little Yellow Chicken... Your Uncle Thorton is back. ”

Whoosh, the wind and sand blew, and a cold sound came from within.

"Hmph, you're looking for death."

With a spear in hand, Azima swooped through the wind and sand and stabbed Thorton.

"Hey, long time no see, little yellow chicken...."Thorton opened his mouth, laughed, and played with his double darts, picking the spear away, opening and closing.

"It's not scientific." Silently turned on the Void Ability to analyze Azima's genetic data, what he got was a mess of garbled, irregular, and of little research value.

Shivani was also slightly stunned when she saw the data, her eyes were a little surprised, and she looked at Tsar Azima with some curiosity, how could the chaotic genetic data become a god.

"What's the situation, what are the dense points of light." Ge Xiaolun looked at the data on the light screen and asked strangely:

Liu Chuang shook his head wildly, scratched his scalp and said, "I don't know, what the hell is this." “

Mo Wuxin checked those warriors again, and what he got was still garbled genetic data, and pondered for a while: "Behind the garbled code must be hidden the secret of eternal immortality." “

On the battlefield, Azima and Thorton fought together, but as a bystander, it was very clear that Azima was not strong in individual combat ability, and was fiercely suppressed, without the slightest ability to counterattack.

Instead, Thorton threw a dart from time to time, shattering Azma's body and turning it into sand.

Tsar, meaning emperor in the desert, every grain of sand in the Sahara Desert is the raw material for Azima's reunion, and he can appear anywhere he wants.

After a few attempts, Azima could not bring harm to Thorton, so he had to gather his army to besiege him, and hundreds of soldiers surrounded Thorton, leaving no gaps at all, and rushed towards Thorton desperately, as long as he could hurt Thorton, he would make a lot of money.

Mo Wuxin was observing the data, and suddenly noticed that the data jumped unexpectedly, and when he looked up, it happened to be a warrior who had been beaten back to his original form by Thorton.

"This fluctuation, it seems that there is a situation." Shivani muttered:

Ge Xiaolun grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and discussed with Liu Chuang: "I don't understand how this sand became a human. ”

"How do I know where to go, you have to ask Rena, or no intention." Liu Chuang held the axe and shouted:

As soon as the silent mind machine moved, a possibility sounded, and it was an operation on the light screen, and soon the garbled characters began to be arranged, and the neat and orderly genetic code recorded the state of the warrior.

"What if?"

Silently trying to alter a string of genetic codes, one of the warriors who was about to attack turned into yellow sand.

"What's going on?" Azima made several attempts to find himself completely out of touch with his warrior, unable to bring him back to life.

Seeing this, Suoton smiled and said, "Little yellow chicken, there's no way to resurrect it." ”

With that, he rushed forward and knocked all his warriors back to their original form one by one, and in the blink of an eye, Azima lost more than a hundred warriors.

"Who are you, what are your needs in coming to Golden City?" Azima didn't let the soldiers under his command die again, turned to look at Mo Wuxin and the others, and said coldly:

Mo Wuxin stretched his brows, stretched his waist, stepped forward, and said, "Tsar, Azima, the god of golden civilization, how about making a deal." “

"What if I don't want to do it?"

"Die..."