A holy light suddenly erupted from the blonde beauty's dead cross, turning into a sharp sword and slashing down at Wang Fusheng. A fire dragon roared out of Wang Fusheng's body, instantly shattering the holy light, and the entire church burst into flames, and Wang Fusheng, whose eyes became dull again in the firelight, disappeared.

Half an hour later, the corpses in the church and the square in front of it were burned to ashes, leaving a scorched earth on the ground. But no other traces were left, as if a bored man had lost a fire here, and lit a lot of withered weeds.

Millions of people poured into this lost temple world, and there were fights everywhere, and countless low-level and high-level halls were destroyed and plundered. No matter which race of living beings they are, they show their greedy and selfish side.

Wang Fusheng walked like a walking corpse, the brilliance in his eyes flickered from time to time, but he couldn't break free from the shackles of being lost because he seemed to lack something in the end. But Wang Fusheng seemed to have a voice in his heart that was constantly guiding him, clearing the churches, the mausoleums that went deep into the underground to visit the coffins, and some other gathering points of other alien races.

All of these cleared places have one thing in common, and that is that the power that guards them is not a pure formation, or a mechanism. It was living creatures, these creatures seemed to have been sealed by time because of an accident, and Wang Fusheng's entry broke this seal, so they came back to life, and then were killed by Wang Fusheng.

The strongest of these people has an earth level, a heaven level, and even a lord. But the main blood in the stupid Wang Fusheng's body flickered constantly, and a will controlled Wang Fusheng's body after being lost and killed all these people, this kind of killing was like the lion king when he was inspecting his territory, and suddenly saw a few earth dogs jumping around, so he was directly shot to death.

Although he did not deliberately walk towards the middle of the small world, Wang Fusheng still walked towards the middle of the small world after a month. The majestic hall was much closer. Originally, I didn't see a person for a hundred miles, but now I see people from time to time.

In the center of the grassland lies an abandoned ancient temple hidden in the barren grass, and unlike the lost halls that still prohibit the protection of the flickering lights, this ancient hall is dilapidated, although it occupies a large area. However, its former glory can be vaguely seen from some remnant rock walls.

However, because there is no prohibition on guarding, even the lowest-ranking beast-level martial artists can search this place from beginning to end. Therefore, the warriors who entered the Lost Hall only glanced at it in a hurry when they passed by, and then left in a hurry and ran to other places without the slightest intention of stopping.

When the crowd left, the place became silent, and almost no one was seen. On this day, a team approached this ruin from a distance, and the leader was none other than Shangguan Jueling, who had a conflict with Wang Fusheng. And beside the Ancient Peerless Ridge, there were other people besides Nazhu.

Or there are other people in the galaxy, this person is none other than Zhan Tai of the Spirit Clan, and the current Zhan Tai is definitely not a small martial artist with several layers of force. Instead, people put the pinnacle of the level of Cunzài and Shangguan Jueling side by side, and it seems that they are equal statuses.

"Are you sure it's here?" When he came to the ruins of the ancient hall, he frowned when he saw a piece of barren grass, and the ancient hall and Shangguan Jueling that were hidden in the barren grass.

"That's right, this is the message, the message of our tribal heritage is here. Otherwise, I wouldn't have dropped everything this time to come here in person, if I could get something here. It is more rewarding than going to the palace of kings in the middle of this small world. Standing in a high and low place, he glanced at the ruins, and Zhan Tai said with absolute certainty.

"I don't know why my father asked me to cooperate with you, but since my father said it, I will do my best. But my business ......," Shangguan definitely didn't read it and said it further. Instead, the brick looked at Zhan Tai absolutely.

In fact, for Zhan Tai, Shangguan Jueling looked down on him from the bottom of his heart, but in fact, for Shangguan Jueling, he looked down on foreign races. But there is nothing too repulsive. But the Spirit Clan to which Zhan Tai definitely belonged was definitely among the ranks that he looked down on and rejected. To be precise, the spirit race is not considered a living soul in the strict sense, and should be classified as a type of necromancy. But they are not as lifeless as the necromancy, they are an alien between the dead and the living.

This is a bit like a half-demon born from the combination of humans and demons.,Although sometimes the half-demon inherits the talent of his father and mother is very powerful.,But it makes pure-blooded creatures look down on.。 For example, the offspring born from the combination of the dragon clan and the dragon clan will be called the sub-dragon clan, and no matter how powerful the strength is, they will not have the honor of orthodox bloodline.

"Don't worry, it's just a small problem. Although he does have some strength on the other side of the galaxy, especially Huaxia. But this strength must not be compared with Shangguan Gongzi, and I have already sent the news back. The tribe will take care of this. I don't think the Huaxia government will offend the Spirit Clan for the sake of someone who will give them a headache too.

At the same time, he also offended you, the prince of Shangguan, who was so influential outside the galaxy. Zhan Tai naturally couldn't see Shangguan Jueling's unremitting efforts, but he concealed the disdain in his eyes, and Zhan Tai was very respectful to Shangguan Jueling.

"Then I'll wait for the good news from Prince Zhan Tai. But that guy seems to be on the side of the Abel Galaxy, and picking up a few small fish and shrimp can't relieve my anger. ”

"Haha, this Shangguan son, please rest assured, even if we don't do it, someone will find trouble for him."

"He offended other people too?" Shangguan Jueling was stunned for a moment, and then a look of sudden realization appeared on his face: "You mean the Sea Clan?" ”

"Please ask Shangguan Gongzi to allow me to buy a pass. I heard about this from a friend, and I can't leak the news. So you can't sue Shangguan Gongzi, but you can rest assured that he will die. Zhan Tai smiled absolutely, looking unfathomable.

"Since it's hard to say, then I won't embarrass Zhan Taigongzi. Let's talk about the matter in front of me first, you kept it secret all the way, and you also let me, who was chasing that kid, hurriedly let the Shangguan family pay a lot of price by my father, so that we could teleport in and not be randomly too far away to accompany you to this place. Now that the destination has arrived, you can tell, right? ”

"This time it's thanks to the help of the Shangguan family, since the place has arrived. It's really for you to solve your doubts, don't look at the barrenness here, in fact, this is the greatest value of the entire lost world. To be precise, this temple is the main temple of this lost world, but it has been shattered for some reason.

And there are fears that it will have something left to revive. That's why the most central palace of kings appeared to suppress here. To be precise, this place was actually the palace of kings in the first place, and it was also the palace of kings related to the forbidden eight clans. ”

"Forbidden Eight Clans?" Shangguan Jueling's complexion changed suddenly, and his gaze at the ruins in front of him changed from disdain to essence.

The Forbidden Eight Races, which are the eight most powerful races in the legend. It's just that he lost to the ancient emperor clan in the battle for the throne, and he was completely suppressed. A qiē blood vein is clear. All legacies are severed. Therefore, there is the eternal glory of the Ancient Emperor Clan, which is the eight races that are truly in conflict with the Ancient Emperor Clan.

Although the ancient emperor clan lost the throne for some reason in this calamity, they were replaced by the empress clan. But his strength makes people shudder, so even if the Ancient Emperor Clan is about to disappear for a certain amount of time, mentioning the Forbidden Eight Clans that he has been strictly forbidden by the Ancient Emperor Clan is still cautious of being heard. The strength of the ancient emperor clan is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it cannot be forgotten simply after a few years of tribulation.

"The branch hall of the Forbidden Eight Demon Clans' Palace, this Demon Clan is not the royal family of the current Demon Realm, but the ancient Demon Clan. This was originally a temple of kings and shadow demons. It is the most powerful of the exterminated ancient demon races, and one of the strongest assassin races by nature. Legend has it that they assassinated the Ancient Emperor and his generals during the initial decisive battle.

Although the assassination of the ancient emperor was unsuccessful in the end, he killed three generals and one prince. That's the ancient prince, and even the empress who is currently in the house has to stand aside. The eight strongest royal families are not even worthy of carrying shoes for others. ”

"The Shadow Fiends, one of the most powerful Assassin races?" A blazing light flashed in Shangguan Jueling's eyes, although the forbidden eight clans were erased by the ancient emperor clan. But the records about them are still secretly passed down among the people. Therefore, Shangguan Jueling of the Shadow Demon Clan knows some information, so he naturally understands the strength of this clan.

"That's right, the Shadow Fiends. This is the legacy of the Shadow Fiends. When Shangguan Gongzi came, your father must have explained something, and I want the inheritance of the shadow demon when the time comes. And the one you want to get, I'll do my best to help you. As for Miss Naju......"

"I will take away the things that suppressed the bones of the shadow demons, it is something left by a master of the Tibetan Tantra, and I will bring it back to the Tibetan Tantra." Nazhu said lightly.

"Okay, then take what you need, and we'll wait for the night. We can only go in at night. Zhan Tai nodded absolutely, and the three of them and the people brought behind them found a hidden place to hide.

Shangguan Jueling couldn't help but want to ask Zhan Tai Jueran several times. How did he know these things. You must know that Zhan Tai is definitely from any closed west, and Shangguan Jueling is very clear about this, so he is very puzzled that Zhan Tai is so familiar with the things in this lost world.

However, in the end, Shangguan Jueling couldn't help it, and Zhan Tai Jue saw Shangguan Jueling's doubts, but the corners of his mouth showed a mysterious smile, and he didn't mean to take the initiative to say it. And Najoo rarely speaks. So the three of them fell silent.

When night falls on the moon, the moonlight in the lost world is dimmer than the outside world, as if a light veil has been cast over the bright moon. Several people waited patiently until 10 a.m. At the beginning of the night, after Zhan Tai had walked around the ruins, he chose a place to start arranging the formation.

The so-called formation is actually a gossip map, but the indignation in the middle of the gossip map is not a yin and yang fish, but a piece like a heart guard on the armor of an ancient general. The mirror is covered with cracks and patina, with a strong smell of age. Because it is so old, the pattern on it has been a little blurred, but it can be vaguely discerned, in the middle part of the heart goggle, there seems to be a blurred shadow slowly shaking with the movement of the moonlight.

Zhan Tai was definitely running with the shaking of the vague shadow, and a special stone would be dropped in a direction, and when the moon completely rose to the center of the sky at midnight, the vague shadow in the heart guard suddenly became clear. And the special stones that were absolutely thrown down by Zhan Tai around him seemed to have received some traction and emitted rays of light.

The light converged into the goggles, and the blurred shadows grew clearer and taller. In the end, he became a person, this person exuded a demonic aura of killing, and his face was constantly rippling like water lines. It's impossible to see clearly.

And this person has a very strange feeling, you can see him standing there when you open your eyes. But when you close your eyes, you don't feel the slightest murderous aura, and you use your mind to sense the emptiness around you. Just when everyone was surprised by the shadow man that suddenly condensed.

The shadow man suddenly pulled out the sword he was carrying behind his back, and everyone felt their bodies stunned suddenly, and their blood veins suddenly froze, and they moved a finger. I can't make the movement of my eyes even if I blink. The shadow man pulled out the dagger-like sword behind his back and slashed it in front of him, and the extraordinarily solidified space in the Lost Hall was instantly slashed out of a crack, and the crack expanded rapidly and finally turned into a portal.

"Walk in and be careful. Inside is a mirror world, and everything you encounter is killed. Remember that the jade talisman I gave you must be worn on your body, if you meet your own person, the jade talisman will glow, on the contrary, no matter what you encounter, you will directly kill it. Zhan Tai absolutely reminded him and rushed in first.

Nazhu followed closely, and Shangguan Jieling hesitated and rushed in. When everyone entered, the heart goggles, which already had many cracks, clicked and shattered completely. The shadow man completely dissipated into the heavens and the earth like a cloud of black smoke. The door that had been cut out also disappeared completely, and the surrounding qiē was once again peaceful.

In the darkness of the night, a small three-foot-tall tree swayed in the moonlight, glowing silver, and the trunk of the small tree coiled upwards like a vine, not a tree. It's like the sinuous rhizome of an ancient pine rooted in a crevice in a rock. The small tree has only seven leaves from top to bottom, and each leaf rolls in the moonlight like mercury.

A figure appeared next to the tree as it skimmed over a rock, and the thug drew a circle on the ground with his index finger, then grabbed the tree and lifted it up. The two-meter-square piece of dirt was lifted up along with the tree, and then very skillfully stuffed into a small bag.

"Zha Long Horse Chestnut. There are already seven leaves, take it back and plant it for a while and you can use it directly. What is the lost hall, it is better to go in and fight life and death, while everyone else is running to the palace, it is true to find some rare treasures in the periphery, how good it is to be safe and painless. After putting away the tree, a young man got up and clapped his hands. Looking at a heaven-level lost hall not far away, there were people scurrying around him, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face.

"Boy, teach you all the things on your body, and you can save your life." A voice sounded very suddenly. The young man's whole body suddenly tensed and slowly turned his head, and at the moment he turned his head, the young man, who seemed to be frightened and wanted to turn his head to see who it was, rushed forward without warning, and rushed out of a distance of ten meters in the blink of an eye.

"You can try. Is it your legs that are fast, or my bullets that are faster. A cold voice rang out, and a man with a pipe in his mouth, a boxy head, a black jacket, and an oversized desert eagle in his hand. A beautiful tulip is carved on the silver gun. The pipe in the mouth of the word was smoking, and he stood less than three meters to the left of the young man who had rushed out of ten meters.

If it was someone else, it would definitely be scoffing at this kind of firearm, especially if the desert eagle in the hands of the square-headed man did not have a trace of enchanted energy fluctuations. But the young man who fled out was stiff and didn't dare to move in the slightest, because he faintly felt the breath of death. It seems that as long as he moves, the Desert Eagle, which seems to be infinitely powerful only for ordinary people, but has no effect on himself, will leave a big hole in himself.

The two of them laughed and laughed. I just thought I had met a bad guy all of a sudden, so I ran away, misunderstanding, misunderstanding. Oh yes, I just picked up a couple of bags on the ground, it must be your stuff, right? The fleeing young man had a stiff smile on his face, and carefully untied the bags on his body one by one and threw them on the ground, acting cautiously and cautiously, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally cause some misunderstanding and the other party would shoot.

Groping up and down, the young man had thrown out more than twenty fist-sized bags. Apparently he doesn't have anything to have mustard seed space, so he can only use these bags instead of mustard seed space. It is a simple pocket engraved with enchanted inscriptions, which can be reduced to a certain proportion.

However, it can only be loaded with the same type of things, for example, if you are loaded with fine iron, you can put more of it. If you put a hundred catties of fine iron in it and put something else, you won't be able to put it in at all. So compared to the meson space, there are a lot of limitations, but it is indeed a storage tool that many warriors often use.

"How about if I do a search and find a bag from you, and I'll give you a knife?" The first man to appear behind the young man had a hideous scar on his face, from the center of his eyebrows to the right corner, as if he had almost been cut in half.

The scar man looked coldly at the young man who had to throw the bag out with a painful face, and a smile appeared on his face. This seemingly mocking smile was particularly hideous because of the distortion of the scar on his face. A dagger appeared in Scarface's hand, and Scarface stuck out his tongue and licked it on the sharp blade, walking towards the young man step by step. (To be continued......)