Kings tries to communicate and call the god of the Nine Rings, resulting in a violent vision of the canopy. Bright as a star, it was inevitable, alarming countless Inhuman tribes around the Clear Sky Mountain Range, attracting unfathomable figures with a deep aura of Dao to cast scorching attention, and even some of them were some powerful five- or six-level demon king-level demon beasts, a series of chain reactions, which actually pushed the Divine Tilt Tribe onto the cliff on the cusp of the storm.

And as time passed, just when the atmosphere of the various tribes was tense, a rumor flowed out of it. The power of the gods of the god-leaning tribe is fading, and the gods are about to disperse to protect the god-leaning tribe. This rumor was like a raging storm, blowing madly through the surrounding tribes, almost breathing, and countless patriarchs responded to the gods with the divine inspiration of their respective tribes.

Soon, the news was confirmed and became a sensation.

One can imagine what a treasure a tribe will leave behind when it loses the protection of the gods. The law of the divine gift, the pool of divine power that remains of divine power, and the various treasures of the tribe over the years, at will, with a single scale and half a claw, is enough to make people crazy. One after another, powerful auras gathered in various tribes, and even some old people who were dying and waiting to sit down were respectfully invited out.

However, no one cares about what happens in the outside world.

Because, Kings communication came to an end.

"The god of the nine rings of mercy and omnipotence, show your boundless god" Jins is still chattering endlessly, sending out earth-shaking sound waves, visions covering the sun, communicating with the infinite Xuanmang Shenhai, sprinkling brilliance, shining on everyone's body, warm and nourishing, revealing peace.

But at this time, Kings was disheveled, his eyes were red, and his emotions were almost uncontrollably distorted.

Relieved of the pressure, Mehal watched, his heart sank to the bottom, the shadow of death surfaced, and it became empty talk to go against the sky, but he was powerless to return to the sky.

Mahal was silent, and even if he fell here, he couldn't blame Kings for half a point.

The ancient ancestor monster hidden in the Divine Tilt tribe is something that even the top powerhouses of the Divine Tilt tribe itself cannot know.

Besides, Kings had exhausted his breath and was on the verge of exhaustion.

"Seven rings, seven rings are your limit. On the ancient altar, the tone of the old ancestor tiger was sarcastic, "See, the divine power of the incarnation of the god of the nine rings is fading, the Xuanguang pattern is dimming, and the suppressive power of your whole body is also fading." Soon, as long as you have a stick of incense, even if you have the potential to impact the Eight Rings, you will have no chance! You, who are from the human realm, dare to fight the idea of protecting the gods of my god and tribe, and you should die!"

The tone is absolutely vicious, and the killing intent is sonorous!

The old heart, which has been silent for countless years, is in turmoil. Within the border of chaos, and outside the territory of human beings, even if they also believe in the god of the nine rings, they will be distinguished, non-my race, their hearts will be different, and the gap between people's hearts cannot be changed, and there is no such thing as being a human being. However, as the ancient ancestor of the tribe, the tiger felt a little sorry in his heart, ten thousand years ago, the world's pride in the nine heavens of combat power, sitting for thousands of years, was only eight rings, and now the seven rings of Jinsi are also a rare peerless heavenly pride.

As for the identity of Kings and Mahal as human territories, it has been clear from the beginning of their freedom of speech.

How could the ancient tribes not have records and cultures about human territory!

"Ahh

Jin Si looked up to the sky and roared, his fighting qi was boiling and boiling, burning and agitating, bang, and in an instant, the comet hit, and the explosion caused strong fluctuations, and the vision was brilliant again, and the divine power that was still fading was still fading, and the complex lines of the altar suddenly struck, and the life rose wildly, making Gu Zuhu feel unparalleled pressure again, and he couldn't move.

"Bang bang bang!"

The violent fluctuations hit Jins's body, bursting into a sky-high blood splash, and the blue-haired young man, who was already exhausted, became shocking under the refraction of the light curtain. But his mouth still did not stop, every word and sound did not change for half a minute, full of admiration for the god of the nine rings, under the rendering of the essence and blood in the body that Jins continued to burn, the return of light was as sonorous and powerful, and the blood splashed was full of tragedy, the tragedy of life and death without regrets, and he gave everything and roared madly with his pious belief in the god of the nine rings.

"Boom!"

The sky cracked, the roar rolled, and there was a loud explosion in the clear sky between the sky and the earth. Behind the incarnation of the divine power of the Nine Rings, the divine power pool roared violently, misty and vast, and the seven rings all exuded dazzling brilliance, piercing the sky, and the vision was reflected. In the area of explosion chaos and darkness, after the convergence, endless light converged, visible to the naked eye, and a ring was born.

One moment it was a little hazy, but the next moment it was solidified and bloomed.

Eight rings reflect each other!

"Boom!"

At the moment when the eighth ring condensed, the hazy incarnation of the divine power of the Nine Rings suddenly trembled, and it was visible to the naked eye that a thin layer of mysterious qi waves was incarnated with divine power as the center, sweeping across the whole field, sweeping towards the entire Divine Tilt tribe, far away from the wind blowing, and the air waves were gusting. The sound of clicking was incessant, and the faces of many of the top powerhouses of the Divine Tilt tribe changed greatly, and their bodies twitched, and their bones made an overwhelming clicking sound under the heavy pressure.

Even Gu Zuhu's complexion sank.

With a bang, Gu Zuhu sat down, unable to resist this coercion any longer, and his breath was unbearable.

Cultivated through the sky, with a terrifying aura, he was pressed to death, he didn't have half a chance to play, he couldn't even resist, and he couldn't speak.

"Poof!"

In an instant, someone couldn't help the monstrous pressure of the steep rise, his chest was stuffy, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell into boundless darkness when he crawled on the ground, not knowing everything about life and death. With the first person, there is a second person, and within a stick of incense, countless bloody gases gush out. After a stick of incense, on the ground, countless strong people passed out and did not know whether they were alive or dead.

In addition to Gu Zuhu, there are two old people in the Shentian tribe who are awake. Sitting on the altar not far from the incarnation of the divine power of the Nine Rings, he maintained a stalemate, but faintly, crumblingly, stalemate was difficult, and his eyes were full of shock.

Eight rings, only the universal front has the power of the Nine Heavens to cover the world, and only to communicate and call out, but this world-building Tianjiao, who has been sitting for thousands of years, has never called out the ninth ring, which has become a great regret for the ancient tribe.

Otherwise, 10,000 years ago, the Shentian tribe should have grown brilliantly.

It's not as weak, weak, and vulnerable as it is today.

It can be seen how difficult the ninth ring is, and this farce, at this point, should finally come to an end.

The ninth ring, with the power of Kings, cannot be condensed.

There are only a few people.

Heaven and earth fell into a dead silence again, and the only voice became weak and small.

Kings collapsed and fell to his knees, dripping with blood, his spirit shaken, and he was unable to continue at any time.