The ancient fighting arena staged one wonderful performance after another, surrounded by cultivators of various races in the God Realm, many of them had extremely high statuses, but at this time, they all showed a look of embarrassment, which looked very strange with the silent atmosphere of the fighting arena at this moment.

The range of the arena is huge, with a width of nearly 10,000 meters, and the height can also reach several thousand meters. It was filled with the mangled corpses of cultivators of various races.

Most of these corpses were only skeletons, and the flesh and skin seemed to have been stripped from above, and the scene was very tragic.

In the center, stands a tall alien. This alien race is more than ten meters tall, and his body looks very strong, covered in blue light, and he is gasping for breath at the moment.

The most obvious feature of the alien race is that it has two heads. The two heads are exactly the same, almost the same size, with the only difference that one has hair while the other is bald.

There have been hundreds of cultivators who have entered the arena to challenge this alien race, but in addition to their failures, the other result is that their divine bodies have been eaten by the alien race.

The arena also gradually retreated from the initial almost boiling atmosphere, until it was a deathly silence at this moment.

The only thing that echoed in the arena was the sound of the alien race after a heavy breath.

"Who else!"

This voice resounded through the soul sea of every cultivator present, and it sounded shocking.

No one dared to reply, only a dozen or so god realm powers were communicating in a low voice.

"Do you want to continue?"

"Of course we have to continue, the ogre has not yet confessed the Lord, and if we don't continue, we won't come in vain. ”

"But with the same cultivation, I'm afraid no one will be the opponent of this ogre. ”

"Of course they did, but they didn't come. ”

"Why don't I go and take it, if it goes on like this, when will it be a head!"

"No, the eight major races have passed down the word, this is the last ogre in the divine realm, and it must be willing to admit the master. ”

"Why didn't the gods and souls come?"

"I don't know, maybe they don't need a pet like an ogre. ”

Many divine realm powers were in a dilemma, and no one spoke again.

Ogres never carry out soul cultivation, and their brains are very simple, and the cultivation of divine bodies is much more difficult than other races. But once the ogre's divine body cultivation grows to a certain level, it will be an invincible existence under the same cultivation, because they have almost no flaws at all, the source soul and the divine body demon crystal are integrated, and they are never exposed, and the soul attack will only have a chance if they break through their divine body, but their divine body, I'm afraid that only the stone clan and the dragon clan can fight.

But for some reason, the dragon clan hung up the battle exemption card, but the stone clan was perfectly suppressed by this ogre because of their attributes, and there was almost no power to fight back, do they really have to follow the prior agreement, wait for the ogre to win a thousand battles, and release it freely? If so, what is the face of the cultivators of all races in the God Realm!

The scene had been deadlocked for a long time, and the ogre in the center seemed to be waiting a little impatiently, and began to gnaw on the bones next to him. The sound of crackling bones resounded throughout the fighting arena, beating on the hearts of every cultivator.

At this moment, the door of the arena suddenly opened, and a dazzling light shot in from outside the door, shaking people who did not dare to look directly. In the center of the light, a cultivator who looked like a human race slowly walked in with a delicate ancient bell in his hand.

The cultivator came to the edge of the arena, looked at the ogres in the arena, and then arched his hand towards the surrounding cultivators.

"Everyone, since the divine realm can't help this, why don't I try it in the underworld, how about it?"

As soon as the words fell, the audience was in an uproar.

"What! He's from the underworld!"

"Who is he?

"What's in his hand?"

"The underworld is too rampant, and he actually came here to show off his might, and he must not be allowed to succeed!"

There were whispers of talk one after another, but none of them dared to really put them into action. After a few moments, the venue had returned to its previous calm.

At this moment, the top of the fighting arena suddenly shattered, and more than a dozen cultivators suddenly appeared there, and they seemed to have been lying in ambush there until the people in the underworld appeared.

These dozen or so people were all from the eight major races of the God Realm, and the cultivators of the God and Soul races were also among them.

After three breaths, a Protoss cultivator with a screen on his back spoke loudly.

"I didn't expect the Holy Lord of the Underworld to come, and I really missed it. ”

The audience was in an uproar again, but soon it slowly fell back with the voice of the man from the underworld.

"All the races in the Divine Realm are here, do they want to keep me?"

"I'm waiting to ask myself, I don't have the ability to do this yet. "The Protoss is humane.

"I'm here only for this ogre, and I have no intention of going to war with you. ”

"I didn't expect the Holy Lord of the Underworld to be interested in this creature, according to the previous rules, the Holy Lord didn't seem to be in line. ”

"Of course I'm not going to do it myself, I just need to make a bet with this ogre. ”

After the Holy Lord finished speaking, he immediately looked at the ogre in the field.

"Boy, as long as you can eat the ancient clock in my hand, I promise you to regain your freedom immediately, otherwise you will go with me, how about it?"

Ogres are notoriously edible, and this ancient bell must have a lot of information, but everyone can't see anything special about it, including the Protoss.

The ogre glanced at the ancient clock and stretched out his big hand, and the sound was like a muffled thunder.

"Bring it!"

The Holy Lord threw the ancient bell out with his hand, and the ogre took the ancient bell, without any hesitation, he opened his mouth and swallowed it.

For ten breaths, the ogre did not change at all, and everyone looked at the Holy Lord of the Underworld on the edge of the fighting arena in confusion, not knowing what kind of reputation he was doing.

But then, the Protoss in mid-air suddenly roared.

"Hands, this is the Awakening Bell, the ogre is evolving its machine spirit!"

As soon as the words fell, the ogre's god body had slowly disappeared, and in its place was a huge ancient bell that stood in the wind. The shape of the ancient bell has rapidly become larger, and in the blink of an eye, it has become a bell tower more than ten meters high.

The clock tower rose into the air, directly covering the location of the Holy Lord of the Underworld. And until this moment, the attack of the cultivators of the Divine Realm had just arrived, obviously under the influence of the law of time, but unfortunately it was too late.

With a black halo, the Awakening Bell had disappeared, and the aura of spatial transmission overflowed the entire fighting arena.

Before all the cultivators came to their senses, a Heavenly Divine Halberd had already penetrated straight into the center of the fighting arena, and then the sky was full of blood, and the gap between the blood was a drizzle, and behind the blood was a green darkness, and then there was no sight in sight.

As a bystander, the bowl spirit witnessed everything, and when the arena had lost all its life, the image finally disappeared.

The bowl spirit woke up from the dream, with feelings and doubts, but it didn't take long for it to be interrupted by the touch in his hand.

The bowl spirit realized that he was lying behind a beautiful woman at the moment, and his hand was clenched because of the last tense moment, but it was the woman's chest that he was holding.