"Yes!"

The messenger swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty and hurriedly went about it.

The formation slowly rotated in the midst of the silent incantation of the crowd.

"Hair ...... What's going on?"

"I'm going to die, I don't want to die!"

"Spare us, please spare us!"

......

The old shaman paid no heed to the begs of these creatures for mercy.

"These people should have died a long time ago, and they were allowed to live a little longer, but they didn't think they should have died...... It's ridiculous. ”

With that, the shaman carefully took out a skull and placed it on top of a miniature altar.

This altar is actually a supreme treasure, forged from the body of a snake human powerhouse who has turned into a god.

This strong man is extremely ugly, but he is the strongest man.

It took tens of thousands of years to forge this treasure alone!

5,000 years of melting, 10,000 years of forging, 50,000 years of forming!

Definitely one of the strongest treasures in the Nether.

This skull is also not simple, it comes from a deity.

"It's a pity that this god is a woman...... If it's a man, the effect will definitely be ten or a hundred times better!"

The old priest said with a hint of regret.

Just because the skull is the main medium, even if this god has been down for many years, there is still a little spirituality left.

It was a woman when it was alive, and it probably liked creatures with higher appearance, so it instinctively rejected this mini-altar, so the effect could only reach expectations, and it wanted to be better...... No way.

"Call the Spirit of God with your own blood. ”

As he spoke, the old priest raised his hand and cut his wrist.

Drops of crimson blood fell on the skull.

The blood turned into a bits of red light, converging in the skull, and the hollow eyes suddenly bloomed with red glow.

"Buzz ......"

Immediately afterward, the entire skull trembled suddenly.

The formations below echoed each other, and there were circles of divine light rising into the sky!

The divine light appeared, and the large array turned suddenly.

The creatures on the periphery have rapidly changed to the point of dying with a whimper.

However, at this moment, the formation suddenly converged its edge, allowing these creatures who were only hanging in one breath to linger.

"Who the hell is he?"

Someone couldn't help but ask the messenger.

Speaking of which, they don't know much about the origin of the old priest.

It's just that he seems to have been invited by the lord of the Netherworld to come, and he is a distinguished guest of the Netherworld, so he can't be neglected.

This was also confirmed when I asked the Lord of the Netherworld before.

"He, he's a descendant of the Celestial Race. ”

The messenger replied fearfully.

Here's what he just got.

"Descendants of the Celestial Race?"

The questioner was stunned for a moment.

He remembered that there was a Celestial Sect, and there was originally a Celestial Clan?

"The relationship between the Celestial Sect and the Celestial Race is close, and the Celestial Ancestor is from the same origin as this shaman. ”

The envoy said seriously: "Actually, their full name is the Celestial Human Divine Clan. This race is scarce in number, throughout the ages, the orthodox people are less than a hundred, but one or two have achieved immortal achievements, such as the Heavenly Ancestor, and like this priest, his true origin, even the Lord does not know very well. ”

The Lord of his mouth is the Lord of the underworld.

The Netherworld is a behemoth, and not all of them are absolutely loyal to the lord of the Netherworld.

The messenger is just one.

As a result, the actual title of the lord of the underworld is not quite the same as that of others.

"That's how it is!"

Hearing this, the man was taken aback.

He is also a person of the lineage of the Lord of the Netherworld, and seriously, he is the disciple of the Lord of the Netherworld.

However, don't say that the lord of the underworld, even his master is out of nowhere.

However, the master and the ancestor have great magical powers, and he is still clear.

Therefore, he is willing to serve them with all his heart.

Now the master does not know the full origin of the shaman...... Aren't you really joking with him?

"This ceremony will inevitably take three hundred and fifty-seven days, and before that, you and I will continue to bring the prisoner star and bring the creatures that need it. ”

The messenger reminded.

The Prison Star is a place that has been inherited for a long time in the Netherworld.

Here are the prisoners they surrendered after the siege of the city, the prisoners who suppressed.

For example, most of the 50,000 living beings come from the Prison Planet.

However, the Prison Star cannot be stepped into at any time, and every time it is activated and closed, it consumes a huge amount of resources.

Moreover, the Prison Star is not owned by the Netherworld, to be precise, it belongs to the forces of the Netherworld, not an individual.

"However, some of the characters in the prison star who have been silent for a long time are also ready to move. ”

The messenger couldn't help but say.

That's right, since the Prisoner Star has many prisoners and countless prisoners who have been suppressed, it is natural that there are some peerless characters.

There are many existences with peerless demeanor, and until now they are still being thought of by the underworld, hoping to take them for their own use.

It's a pity that until now, they still haven't bowed their heads, and are willing to be locked up in the prison star all the time.

Of course, the Prisoner Star is actually very far away from here, and they don't need to go to the Prisoner Star to select the creatures in person, they just need to inform the person in charge of the Prisoner Star and send someone to send these creatures over, and they can take over halfway.

Only in this way can a handover be completed within a few days, and be prepared.

......

Vientiane God Realm, Pyramids.

"Is there a road or no road here?"

Ling Xiaomo, who had been walking for most of the day, couldn't help muttering.

It's not her fault, it's mysterious, it's magnificent, and even after all these years, it's still eye-catching.

But does this mean anything to them who are looking for opportunity?

They're not here for sightseeing.

Ling Jiuxiao didn't speak.

He had used the Infinite Holy Soul to spy nearby, and there was indeed no danger within a thousand feet.

However, the problem is that there is no way out, so I just go around in the mausoleum.

"When I came here, the wheel of life was gone. ”

Ling Jiuxiao's brows moved.

If the wheel of life is still reacting to some potential dangers, you can try to find a way to find it.

As a result, it's like a headless fly, going around here, which is a waste of time.

"Be patient. ”

Bai Jian Ge said to Ling Xiaomo: "It is not difficult to see from the arrangement of this place by the Vientiane God King that if he does not return himself, even his descendants will not want to enter. Unless he is invincible in the world and unparalleled in combat power like him. As a result, until the Vientiane Empire was completely destroyed, it still failed to enter here. ”

"A person who is willing to be cruel to himself will not be able to easily break the game, so we can't be anxious and anxious, but we are right in the middle...... If I'm not mistaken, the Vientiane God King, who also entered here, is also trapped outside, going around in circles, and there is no way to do it. ”

Bai Jiange smiled and said.

Ling Jiuxiao was thoughtful, a little depressed and didn't bring the tyrant blood demon.

If he brought the tyrant blood demon here, with his ability to divide thousands of blood incarnations with one thought, he could use the crowd tactics to search here.

Where is it so helpless now.