There is a master in the throne, and the owner of each throne is a strong man in one side, and it is not easy to challenge them.

And the only broken god seat became the first target of all the gods.

Although it is almost impossible to collect all the fragments.

But the gods all believe that only by obtaining a few fragments may they be able to solve the mystery of promotion.

As a result, after the scuffle between God and God, a new round of competition was triggered.

The world will not be quiet.

The world is never quiet.

The chaotic god is located in the heavenly realm, and for the heavenly realm, its existence is extremely special, and its special thing is that it does not belong to any god system.

It is a gathering place for some gods who have no god lineage, and at the same time, the gray feather clan who have been abandoned by the feather clan, as well as some god descendants who are rejected by the gods, all live here.

There are daily battles between gods and gods, but no gods will intervene, and in what should be a noble and holy heavenly realm, this is a very special place of violence and forsakenness.

Ordinary gods don't know, only relatively ancient gods do.

The current heavenly realm used to be hell.

Even if the world is turned upside down, hell and heaven are converted.

But in the heavenly realm, there are still very few places that retain the nature and characteristics of hell.

And it's the same in hell.

On the blood-red Gobi stall in the endless sky, a pitch-black hole suddenly opened, and a black figure was thrown out like a rag doll, falling to the ground fiercely, the coagulated blood was particularly dazzling against the backdrop of the blood-red sand, and the spirituality driven by the blood eroded the surrounding sand, as if it could give life to these lifeless soil.

This is undoubtedly a powerful existence, and only such a powerful existence can distort reality with its own blood.

Lou Nan struggled to open his eyes, looked at the blood-red crescent moon hanging in the sky, and closed his eyes again.

The excessive blood loss made him feel weak, and the indescribable feeling of exhaustion made Lou Nan feel like floating in the clouds and having nowhere to do it. His mind was still stuck in the last moment.

Combined with the memories of another world, and rose rapidly, and absorbed almost all the power of bloodline inheritance, Lou Nan, who was about to be crowned a god Hercules, but because he accidentally got a fragment, he was hunted down by several gods.

In order to avoid this pursuit, Lou Nan had to take a risk, directly through the astral boundary, to the heavenly realm, and condense the kingdom of God.

Obviously... He was in too much of a hurry, encountering a powerful space storm in the astral plane and being swept into turbulence.

Lou Nan's power comes from his bloodline, even if he has cultivated to the god level, the loss of a large amount of blood still greatly weakens his strength.

At this time, Lou Nan was looking around, checking his current situation.

The surroundings are filled with more elemental power than the Osiris continent, and at the same time, the traces of rules seem to be very obvious, as if as long as they sense it, they can interact with it.

"This is the Heavenly Realm?" Lou Nan relaxed slightly.

Sitting and slowly absorbing some elemental power, Lou Nan had a little strength, but the newborn godhead had a strong energy absorption ability, borrowing this adsorption force to mobilize energy, Lou Nan slowly recovered his injuries, but the injuries on his body were too serious, and the wounds that were hit by the powerful divine power were eroded by strong divine power, and it was difficult to remove them.

It's just that those gods don't have much power, and without the control of their masters, they lack spirituality, and it is not indelible to spend a little time grinding.

Sitting up with his body propped up, Lou Nan had already heard a whimper from afar, obviously the sound of the wind cutting through the sand, and the slightly shaking ground showed that the wind was very strong, very big.

With a wry smile, he barely straightened up and walked towards a mushroom-shaped stone pillar not far away, the rules of the heavenly realm were revealed, and the elemental power was strong, which was of course a good thing.

But it also means that just a few simple natural phenomena can cause a huge disaster.

A mortal storm that can crush mortals.

And the storm of the heavenly realm... It is possible to attack and even kill gods.

Curled up in the cave, looking at the blood-colored wind and sand in the dark, Lou Nan carefully adjusted his body.

With the passage of time, Lou Nan's injury gradually improved.

The howling wind and the roaring blood-colored dust and sand roared outside the huge stone mushrooms, but the cave was dead silent, except for the occasional flash of black light, indicating that there were still people here.

Although the wind and sand in the desert are big, there will always be a time to stop, and when the wind and sand stop, it is already the sunset of the next day, and the sunset of the desert is like blood, splashing on the blood-colored desert, making this Gobi look like a blood-colored ocean.

The blood-colored wasteland is a major feature of the chaotic gods, of course... Not a good feature.

The Chaos God is barren, but this Scarlet Wasteland is the most barren place in the entire Chaos God, even if it is the least picky about the living environment, the Devil Thorn left over from the previous era will not choose to survive in the Scarlet Wasteland. There are only the most vile and insidious Shadhara snakes and Hawk scorpions.

They are the sole masters of the entire wasteland and the killers of the entire Scarlet Wasteland.

The Shadhara Snake is a desert demonic beast with a length of nearly 100 meters, and its innate earth-attribute magic, combined with its strong corrosive toxins and the ability to shuttle through the sand, make it a well-deserved overlord in the desert.

The earthy yellow sand dhara snake has a circle of brown rings on its body, shining a little ghost in the blood-colored sun, spitting out a cold core, and a sand dhara snake is leisurely enjoying the wind and sand in the desert in the summer.

Such days are their favorite, and they all say that snakes are cold and cold, but Shadhara snakes are inherently alien.

Tumbling on the soft sand, the sandhara snake burrowed into the sand and disappeared without a trace.

And in the middle of nowhere, a small group of about thirty-four people appeared.

Heavily armed, they look like a small hunting group, and the thorn-like badges on their shoulders prove that they belong to a team of hunters.

Suddenly, a bearded man at the front waved his hand to stop the procession from moving forward, but carefully touched the sand under his feet, and then sprinkled a bag of white powder on the surrounding sand, and suddenly the places where the powder had been sprinkled sneered and ignited a puff of green smoke.

The bearded man covered his mouth and nose and whispered, "Everyone, be careful! There should be a big guy here!"

With the bearded man's words, everyone in the hunting group drew their weapons from their waists, and several strong men excitedly carried a few hollow logs to the surroundings of the team, and then buckled a funnel-like iron bell to the top of the log, and fiercely beckoned the big hammer to the big bell.

The sound of the convercing bell shook through the ground centered on the logs, and suddenly the Shadhara snake, which had already felt keen, could no longer hide underground, hissing out of the ground, and rushed towards the team with its mouth wide open.

Before it could get closer, a large net fell from the sky, and a net was pulled up from the ground and bound towards the Shadhara snake, and in an instant the giant snake, which was still extremely fierce, was captured, and could only roll and neigh in place.

There are already a lot of sharp but not sharp magic nails on the big net, and the nails are flashing with vicious paralyzing spells, these nails are pushed into the body of the giant snake, so that every time it rolls, it scrapes off a lot of scales, and even nails into the flesh and blood, consuming the physical strength and ferocity of the giant snake.

In the face of wisdom, even the Shadhara snake, known as the killer of the desert, can only be captured.