In the middle and front halls, the gods and ancient powerhouses broke out in this terrifying battle, and the breath was amazing.

Such a scene is simply the end of the world, and it is a devastating blow for immortal-level monks, and the slightest carelessness may fall in the fluctuation of battle.

What made the monk feel even worse was that the place was like a cage from which there was no way out.

At this moment, among these onlookers, I am afraid that only Xuantian's heart is still relaxed.

"Fortunately, there are many gods, and killing these ancient creatures is not a problem. Xuantian muttered, his eyes radiating a fine light, watching the battle situation of the two halls.

As he could see, the gods who came in from the outside had an overwhelming advantage in the entire battle situation.

"Kill!"

In the corner over there, three gods fought against a goddess, and the fight was inextricable, and the figures kept changing.

In the end, the woman in pink, one of the Nine Heavenly Goddesses, fell under a pool of blood during the siege, and her body was beaten into three pieces.

"Roar!"

In the center of the front hall, Qingtian Niu Zun was besieged by four foreign gods, and in the end, he could only use secret techniques to pull down an unlucky ghost and fall with him.

The two halls were darkened by the fight and had been killed.

Of course, there are also powerful ancient beings, such as the leader of the twelve guards, who slaughtered nine gods in a row, and his divine power can only be described as unstoppable.

This battle lasted for half an hour before it ended, and the gods won the victory, killing all the ancient creatures who suddenly 'woke up'.

"The Ten Thousand Dry Plains are simply the place where the monks rest, and the living beings seem so fragile. Some old people sighed and left old tears.

In the beginning, thousands of monks came in from the outside and came to this underground world, and the monks continued to come. But counting this moment carefully, it turned out that there were not many monks left in the two halls.

Although the foreign gods won the battle, they also suffered heavy losses, and only about thirty gods remained, most of them still wounded. The other immortals also fell a lot in the battle, and there were two hundred remaining here, all of whom were immortal monks with some means, and they did not die in the melee.

This kind of quantity, compared to when I first came in, is simply too far away, just like the sky full of stars back then, and now there is only one solitary moon left.

"It's cruel! I swore that if I could get out alive, I would never rob the treasure again. The white fat man chattered, looking at the bones on the ground, and the blood flowing like water, his eyes were almost closed, and he didn't dare to look at it.

"It's okay, isn't this? All the disasters are over? If the main gods join forces again, I'm afraid that the Nine Heavens Demon Suppression Diagram on the other side of the passage will not be able to resist it, and it is not a problem to leave. Xuantian persuaded.

"Buzz!"

At this time, in the back hall of the underground world, an immeasurable divine light rose.

It was a stone stick, two meters long, emitting a brilliant glow, floating in the air like a small sun, bright and dazzling.

"It's a supreme treasure. At that time, one of the deities of the Cuban Nongolon Temple used a stone stick, called the Dingtian Stick. Someone exclaimed, and rushed to the back hall on the spot.

Almost all of the monks present had already discovered the existence of the stone stick. They set off one after another, heading straight for the back hall.

"Big brother, that's the legendary Dingtian stick. Do you want to make a move, take it. The white fat man exclaimed on the side.

"It's really good, this stick has a terrifying power inside, it has surpassed most artifacts, and it is definitely a rare treasure. Xuantian nodded, but deep down, he still didn't have that desire.

It still didn't get him to do it with a stick. If you make a move with more than 30 gods on the scene for the sake of such an artifact, it's not worth thinking about.

"That's a shame. The white fat man shook his head, feeling that the young man next to him was too passionless, no matter what kind of treasure appeared, he didn't want to snatch it.

"It's always okay not to go and hunt for treasures, but it's always okay to go and see. Xuantian said, pulled up the white fat man on the spot, and flew over there.

Suddenly, the white fat man let out a scream like killing a pig, the last thing he wanted was to be on the verge of battle, it was simply too dangerous.

"Boom!"

At this time, the back hall was mutated, and the four gods arrived at the same time, reaching out and grabbing the stone stick at the same time. But the stick shook at the critical moment, turning the four who touched it into a mist of blood.

Even the gods died on the spot.

This is a sudden mutation that is unexpected. Many of the foreign monks stopped and did not dare to approach the stone stick again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Temple of the Cuban Nongrion. Your presence is the opportunity for our resurrection, haha. ”

Suddenly, a loud laugh rang out, and the sound rumbled, lingering through the hall, producing several rounds of echoes.

"Who is it? Don't hide, stand up if you have the ability. There was a ** shout, and I suddenly felt a wave of horror in my heart, disturbed by this mysterious voice.

Almost all the monks were looking left and right, looking for the source of this mysterious voice.

"Phew!"

Xuantian's eyes were radiant, releasing essence light, and he was the first of all to feel that voice.

The place he looked at was the back of the main hall, where there were eighteen golden pillars, each carved with a large number of runes, as well as the traces left by the seal.

"Absorbing blood, is everything in the temple just a trap?" Xuantian exclaimed, regretfully discovering that the six golden pillars on the far right were constantly absorbing blood.

The entire underground world, the blood flow in the front hall and the middle hall formed streams in the ground, pouring towards the six golden pillars.

"It's coming, the deity has been waiting for countless years, and it's finally coming out. The voice repeated, and then laughed maniacally.

"What the hell are you, why are you hiding, are you a ghost, you can't show up?" someone asked, looking around in horror, but no longer found the mysterious voice.

"The deity was sealed a long time ago, and the blood of you ants is the best key to unlock it. The voice said, and then laughed.

Soon, all the monks present had already discovered the anomaly in this hall.

At the back of the main hall, blood rushed up from the ground, turning into fist-sized blood angels in the air, slamming into the six golden pillars on the far right.

"Click!"

In just a few breaths, a golden pillar had shattered, and it was filled with dense cracks.

"Eighteen golden pillars? No, the ones that have been sealed are probably the eighteen gods in the Cuban Nongri. We must hurry to stop it, or if we let them absorb the blood, they will suddenly break through the seal, and then there will be endless troubles, and we will all die. An old man spoke, remembering some old legends.

At this moment, many people have already understood that I am afraid that everything before, including the appearance of the Nine Heavens Goddess, is just a layout. It is to take the lives of the monks, get more blood, and make the eighteen gods in the seal break through the seal.

"What kind of realm is that? Could it be the realm above the gods?" Xuantian asked an old man on the side, puzzled.

"You, a young man, really don't know, and now you're so nervous, you still have the heart to ask this. The old man said, perhaps because he saw Xuantian's pity, so he told him about the problem.

"At the point of being a god, it is already very difficult to take another step. Above the gods, there is a very mysterious realm that is difficult to break through. However, in ancient times, some monks looked for another way to break through, and finally discovered a way to make their realm rise a little, that is, the god honor. ”

"Strictly speaking, the god is still in the realm of the gods, but he is a level higher than the gods. On the spot, if you become a god, you can only stay at this point forever, and you will never be able to break through to other realms again. ”

The old man explained to Xuantian in detail.

At this time, many monks were already taking action, and they were using secret techniques one after another, wanting to cut off the path of blood and prevent these gods from breaking the seal.

However, it was still too late.

"Boom!"

One of the golden pillars, which was already covered with dense cracks, finally burst open at this moment after absorbing a small amount of blood.

In the roar, a golden figure walked out of the thick smoke and dust.

It was an old man, old and wrinkled, like rough bark. But his eyes, and the hair behind him, were golden, like shining gold.

In addition, behind this old man, there are eleven pairs of white wings, which wave together, which is enough to dazzle people.

At this moment, this old man should be called an angel, not a real human race.

"It's too late. You dare to touch my Dingtian stick, but you have a lot of courage. The old angel spoke, but his eyes burst out with brilliant golden light, and his gaze was terrifying.

He stretched out his right hand and slapped one of the gods fiercely, slapping this god into a blood mist on the spot, directly killing the soul.

"This ......" Everyone was taken aback, intimidated by the divine might of this old angel.

"Stop, stop the flow of blood, don't blame the old man. The old angel admonished, his eyes were very sharp, poking and prodding.

Due to the power of this god, some of the gods stopped and did not dare to stop it.

"Don't stop. We have no way back, and resistance is the only way out. "There is a ** roar, and his eyes are red.

"yes, stop it. If all these gods are resurrected, our fate can be imagined. "There were gods who echoed and shouted loudly.

Shouted at them, the monks who had stopped came to their senses and were ready to do it again.

"Dry tongue. The old angel spoke, but only spit out two words, and then reached out and summoned his stone stick, and struck it in one direction.

"Boom!"

In the roar, four gods died on the spot, and their bodies turned into four blood mist and were directly killed in the air.

Such a power once again deterred many people, and they did not dare to move easily.

On the ground, the river of blood was still flowing, and finally turned into tiny blood angels, impacting the remaining five golden pillars that were already full of cracks.