There is not a drop of water in the Sea of Death, it is a vast, sandy ocean. It seems that the wind will never stop, the quicksand and pit that will never drift away, and even the vultures in the sky will avoid the place of death in this desert.

Legend has it that in the deepest part of the Sea of Death, there are the most beautiful oases, palaces carved out of beautiful jade, and walkways paved with gold. There are countless young men and women who are as beautiful as immortals, forever drinking fine wine, enjoying delicious food, singing and dancing, and living a life of drunken dreams and death.

However, the people who have struggled in the desert have gone to the depths of the Sea of Death countless times for the beautiful legend, and then buried their lives forever in the most treacherous place in the desert.

There have also been powerful warriors from far away, who possessed superhuman strength, and traveled to the depths of the sand sea in search of the countless gold and jade in the legendary Sea of Death, and people often waited until much later to stumble upon one or two skeletons brought out by quicksand and wind.

The Sea of Death, the absolute land of death, the absolute place of silence, is just ...... Those who have lived in the desert for a long time would have been shocked to know that there were people talking in the dunes of the Sea of Death under such strong winds.

"It's hot and stuffy, why does time pass so slowly, why hasn't the guy who changed shifts come yet?"

"Don't be bored, it's almost there."

"It's boring, this place is so safe that it's boring, it's quiet, it's not fun at all, it's so good, why do you want us to increase the patrol time, and the number of guard shifts. Who can enter this place? ”

"You don't count, as of today, it is the day when the sect leader has been missing for twenty years, according to the rules, a new heavenly king will be elected, and then it will be spread to the world, and after a year, if the sect leader does not return to the church, my sect will serve the heavenly king as the sect leader."

"That's right, this is the enthronement ceremony of the future sect leader, and it should be more vigilant. However, I teach the eight kings, except for the Shura King who has been vacant, the King of Daming never appears, the other six kings, and the five kings' throne ceremonies are extremely grand, why is the throne ceremony of the future sect leader of the Heavenly King only held in the most secret Nine Heavens where only kings can enter, and there is no one to watch the ceremony, let alone grand and grand. ”

"God knows, maybe there is some peerless secret, or the top secret will be handed over to the king of heaven, so that others will not see it, after all, he is the king of heaven, and he is the future sect leader, who knows what will be the most mysterious, solemn and incredible ceremony."

"That's right. However, I still don't understand, even if the Heavenly King is the future sect leader, his throne ceremony, the other kings should attach great importance to it. King Daming has always been mysterious, why didn't even King Dapeng and King Yaksha come back to participate in the ceremony? ”

"This kind of thing from above, how can we, the lower people, know that the status of the kings is unspeakable, let's stop pointing fingers and talking about it, just settle down and do our thing."

"But I just don't understand......"

"Why don't you understand so much? Huh......"

"What's wrong?"

"Look, who is that, how dare such a big wind and sand come to the Sea of Death?"

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Today, it has been just over twenty years since the Demon Sect leader Di Jue disappeared. According to the old law of heaven and demons, the throne of kings cannot be vacant forever. The new king of heaven is about to take the throne. However, beyond the imagination of all Demon Cultists, the Nine Heavens of the Demon Sect's forbidden land, where the throne ceremony was held, did not have gold as bricks, glass as tiles, and there was no beautiful jade paving the ground and pearls inlaid with lamps. That is, there are no thousands of flowers, and there are no thousands of altars of wine. That is, there are countless martial arts secrets, and there are no endless famous swords and swords.

In the beautiful Demon Sect Altar Outer Heaven, the Nine Heavens were incredibly desolate and lonely. There were cold stones all around, and there was not a trace of green in sight. In the vast emptiness, there was only one very large room, and outside, there were many ordinary blades that seemed to be stained with blood.

The sun was in the middle of the day, and there was silence in the nine heavens.

Outside the big room, there were twenty people standing together, the same gray cloth clothes, similar Ying cold eyebrows and eyes, similar cold expressions, and similar indifferent faces.

In front of them, there stood an old man in Ge Yi, slender as a pine, with a clear face, and a long sword with an ancient style in both hands.

Behind them, there was a woman in colorful clothes standing quietly, holding the Qibao Yaoqin, her lips seemed to be smiling, and the beauty of her face made the sun lose its color, becoming the only bright color between this empty and silent.

The old man's eyes swept over everyone, and then said in a deep voice, "Di Jiu." ”

"Yes." One person came out of the crowd. Both the voice and the face were equally cold.

"After a month of non-stop competition, you are the strongest of all the candidates, from today on, you are the new generation of heavenly kings, and the others will become shadow guards, from now on, without the command of the master, you will never appear in front of people."

"Yes." is still a cold and indifferent response, becoming the most powerful person in the Demon Sect, and becoming the future leader of the Demon Sect, but it still does not make Di Jiu's face fluctuate a little.

Perhaps, a long, long time ago, these shadow candidates lost the power of joy, anger and sorrow. In that big house, there were fifty children with cool faces and distant legends, but only twenty people have survived until now. Knives, guns, sticks, hidden weapons, poisons, firearms traps, never stop learning for a moment, and every two months of torture and training, let people taste all the pain in the world, but skillfully not hurt people's muscles and bones. Every three months, the loser is never faced with death. Every four months of mission tests, the sky and the earth, all kinds of problems, people who fail, even if they are slightly injured, can not continue to participate in the training immediately, the only thing they face is death.

They can laugh or cry perfectly, command a war perfectly, complete an assassination perfectly, and yet, long ago, they have forgotten what complete joy or pain is.

Di Jiu stood quietly in front of everyone. A month's competition, in this month, how many life and death fights, how many trap assassinations, growing up together, a classmate, they attack each other, kill each other, there will be a knife in their sleep, when eating, at any time to prevent poison and hurt people, there is no moment of peace of mind, there is no moment of rest. The victor escapes, the loser goes to hell forever, and the world changes like this.

After a month, each of them stood in the Nine Heavens with a blank face and a straight waist, who would have known, each of them was scarred all over his body, who would care, each of them was fighting with their will and pain, struggling, refusing to fall in front of the noble Dragon King and King Gandharva.

"Legend has it that the King of Heaven is the god of thunder, this is the Thunder Sword dedicated to the King of Heaven, the previous King of Heaven abandoned the sword and disappeared, and now, you are his master." The old man slowly handed over the sword.

Di Jiu took it quietly, his expression still surprisingly indifferent.

"From now on, you are the king of heaven, and you have the right to choose a name for yourself, and you are no longer a shadow with only a digital code." The old man smiled, "What do you want to call?" ”

"My name is ......"

A chaotic bell rang suddenly, like a chaotic undulating wave, for a long time.

The beautiful woman's beautiful eyebrows were raised, and she swept up a little heroic: "There are strangers coming to the main altar. ”

The author's nonsense dividing line*************

People often ask me about the Q group, or how to get into my group.

Actually, I'm a very lazy, stupid person. It took a long time to go online before I learned to apply for a group.

The name is Nalan's Vision. But now it seems to be almost full.

Later, after writing Xiaolou, a friend who likes Xiaolou helped me apply for a group.

Nalan's small building is legendary, however, it's almost full.

Of course, sometimes, other readers have made several groups related to my novels, and I have also helped to promote them. But that's not my group, and I don't show up very often.

Khan, to be exact, I don't even have my own group for many days.

It's said that it's a group discussion article, but in fact, it feels like everyone is gossiping together, messing around, passing the time or something.

Because of the pressure of rushing to the manuscript, I spend most of my time diving to write articles, and the time to chat in the group is really getting less and less, and sometimes, it's not uneasy.

In the past few days, I have often been asked by readers, and I have searched one by one, and finally found a group that seems to be not full, and the reader has applied for it.

The Void Alliance 24288063

If you're interested, you can add a plus, but, Khan, I spend really little time online, and I'm sweating to death. And,It seems that there is more gossip in the group.,Hehe,Actually, it's not bad to change it to a chat alliance.