"Why you?"

In the sky, the city lord suddenly asked with an angry face.

The boy's eyes were blank, he thought he would become the new hub, but when he woke up from his coma, the scene he saw was completely different from what he had imagined.

Her sister, the girl who only wanted to save her mother, became a 'substitute' herself!

This change directly made his plan come to naught, and all subsequent plans came to naught, and there was no possibility of a reversal.

And in the face of his father's questioning, after a short period of confusion, although the young man was burning with anger in his heart, he could only keep his head down, even if he couldn't help but make a gritted teeth, he didn't dare to let others see it.

Because at this time, he is already a complete loser, and he is no longer qualified to compete and compete for anything, and has lost all value.

Even if his father, the current city lord fell, he was not qualified to inherit the title and power, because Wendy, the girl who has now become the hub of Valhalla, has the absolute initiative.

"Rubbish!"

The city lord glanced at his son, and then whispered faintly.

Although it was only a whisper, the voice was still like a thunderbolt, resounding throughout the sky, making the young Renault's face suddenly turn extremely pale.

"Compared to him, in fact, father, you are also a waste!"

The girl's faint voice came from Valhalla: "If it weren't for your mother sacrificing herself, being forced by you to become the hub of Valhalla, trapped in this dark place, you think that on your own, you can successfully steal the power of other nobles and become the strongest existence in this world?" ”

In her words, she did not have the slightest respect for her father, and even carried a strong sense of ridicule.

As soon as these words came out, the face of the city lord standing in the sky instantly became extremely gloomy, and even the gazes cast by several dukes were a little playful.

What kind of person is this city lord, the several dukes present can be said to know very well, there is talent, and the city government is not lacking, but it does not match his own ambition.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to have an even record with Rhine, who has a single elemental power, without having almost all the elemental power.

If it weren't for the persecution of his wife, it would become Valhalla

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's hub, I'm afraid that if he were his own, he wouldn't have the decision to make himself a hub.

In the sky, the city lord didn't make any more sounds, but just looked at the magnificent hall below with cold eyes, and could faintly feel a killing intent permeating.

It's just that in the end, he still didn't do it, in addition to being useless, he naturally had other ideas.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ningyuan smiled slightly, and then decisively crushed the fire in his hand, and in a burst of dazzling firelight, the old marquis was suddenly burned to only a cloud of ashes.

And his figure also disappeared in the shattered light gate, and was directly teleported back to the tower of the underground world.

So far, what he wants to see has been seen, so naturally there is no need to continue to stay, otherwise in front of an existence with S-level power, he may not be able to leave through teleportation in time.

When the white light in front of him dissipated, looking at the worried companions in front of him, Jiang Ningyuan shook his head slightly, signaling that he was fine, and then turned his gaze to the tall plate armor not far away.

"Passed, you can enter the next floor."

A few moments later, a thick, old voice came from the tall plate armor.

Almost at the same time as the words fell, a huge light gate appeared behind everyone, and a space that was as wide as this place could be seen.

Everyone looked at each other, and then stepped into the light gate and came to the second floor of the tower.

It's the same as the previous floor, it's the same, with a large number of torches, lampstands, and candles floating in the wide space, except that there is not a tall plate of armor standing in the middle.

"How many floors does this tower have?"

The fat man looked around, and then complained: "You don't really want us to go through the customs layer by layer......

As soon as he finished speaking, wisps of fire split out from the candles and lampstands above his head, and finally converged into a flaming figure in front of everyone.

This figure was simply a condensation of flames, not only did it not have the slightest breath, but it couldn't even feel the slightest fluctuation of power.

And just as everyone looked at the condensed flame figure, a familiar voice came from it.

"Feel the power of the bloodline of the demon god, and you can enter the upper layer."

It's still the sound that came from the plate armor before, only this time it wasn't needed

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What did they do again, because of the existence of the Demon God bloodline, they actually directly opened a light door to the third layer.

Being able to go to the third layer so easily made everyone a little uncomfortable, and they thought that it would be like the first layer, and they had to complete some difficult tasks.

"If only every floor could be like this."

The fat man muttered, and as everyone stepped into the door of light leading to the third level.

This time, to everyone's surprise, the fat man's open mouth finally came true in a good thing, and in the next few layers, every existence guarding the gate had already felt the blood of the demon god, and directly opened the light door to the upper layer.

In just a few minutes, a group of people came directly to the ninth floor, which was no different from the previous eight floors, the only difference was the form of the gatekeeper.

It was a hazy figure, about two meters high, with a soft halo all over its body, and the outline of the armor in the light and shadow could be faintly seen.

"With the token, you can enter the top of the tower."

Different from the previous eight-layer thick and old voice, the sound of light and shadow at this time made it impossible to hear the difference between men and women.

Hearing this, Jiang Ningyuan and the others were suddenly confused, they had never heard of the token before, so they could only turn their heads to look at the old woman.

Perhaps only this old woman, who has been fully inherited and knows more about history, can know what the token is.

Maybe even on her body, she carries the token that the light and shadow say.

It was just a little disappointing, and the old woman shook her head lightly under the bundle of gazes, indicating that not only did she not have a token, but she also did not know what a token was.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Ningyuan tried to take out a hexagonal short stick, but the light and shadow in front of him were indifferent to it, and even a group of people took out their own divine weapons one after another, but they did not cause any reaction from the other party.

"Don't tell me what this token is, if we don't have it, can't we leave?"

The fat man complained.

It's not like the first layer, after the task is issued, the light door will be opened for them to complete, and the light and shadow in front of them ask for a token, but the light door is not opened for people to find.

If they didn't have it, they would have to be trapped here.

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