"Hahahaha"

A loud and long-lasting cheerful laughter spread from Sand City in all directions.

"Broken"

Di Eleven heard this sudden voice, which was obviously not Wang Yizhi's, and immediately did not wait for Mo Lan's words, and directly struck with all his strength, blasting towards the entrance of Shacheng.

"You beastmasters don't have to be like this"

A man who is more than a meter tall like Wang Yizhi, whose body is almost light in the sun, who looks extremely handsome, with a pair of cute little horns on his head and two pairs of almost transparent wings behind him, appears out of thin air.

With the sand wall, the full force of the eleventh earth was easily dissolved, and the eleventh beast king of the earth was greeted with a kind smile.

He is the leader of this small sand city, the current king of the desert elves.

Di Eleven struck with all his strength, and was easily cracked by the other party, staring at each other with a pair of eyes, his expression was never more solemn.

"Who are you, what did you do to our family Xiaoyi?"

Although Mo Lan was surprised by the other party's terrifying strength, he cared about Wang Yizhi, but he would not change in the slightest because of the other party's high strength.

As the beast king who dominated one side of the ancient wilderness, her fearless and invincible belief did not allow her to show weakness easily.

What's more, they also understand that if the other party is far stronger than their own, then showing weakness in exchange for not necessarily a way to live, because the ancient world has always been a world of the jungle.

What's more, he was her life-saving benefactor, and at the same time, he recognized her younger brother from the bottom of her heart.

"Right below, in the eighth generation of the Desert Elf King, Zhi's grace" The Desert Elf King shook his hand, and the picture on the crystal ball placed by Di Eleven changed, in the picture, Wang Yizhi was respectfully led to the main seat by many people who looked like the person in front of him, and there were six female sand people who were saluting Wang Yizhi on the ground, very respectful.

"Beastmasters, please wait a minute."

Zhi En smiled politely, kind, holy, exuding a sacred atmosphere, the three beast kings couldn't help but feel awe in their hearts, seeing this desert elf king, the three beast kings felt that their souls were baptized by the divine light emitted by each other, unprecedented comfort.

"It is rumored that there is a spirit in the desert, but I didn't expect it to be a sand man"

Di Eleven finally breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that he had no strength to fight.

"How strong?"

Mo Xiaoyao's heart was still beating violently, and the sense of crisis that he couldn't help himself appeared so suddenly that now his soul was trembling, and his body was directly paralyzed like mud.

"What do you think of this desert?"

Di Eleven laughed lightly, looked at the still picture in mid-air, and muttered: Stinky boy, it's really not ordinary.

Mo Lan looked at Di Eleven, who pretended to be deep, thoughtfully, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, this house is good, it's exquisite."

This scene was glimpsed by Di Eleven, and he felt a little infiltrated, and the frightened Di Eleven hurriedly turned his head to look at the beautiful scenery of the desert.

Although it is a change of topic, the houses in this sand city are indeed exquisite, especially the decorations inside, which are all extremely rare treasures in this desert.

Since Wang Yizhi was treated so kindly by the other party, it would definitely be fine, otherwise this desert elf king would not have to come over to greet them, and he could bury them on the spot.

"Amount"

Shacheng, in the room, Wang Yizhi was still blaming himself, and was pulled to the main seat by several strange-looking creatures, watching the six sand girls respectfully and happily prostrate themselves with the great gift of classical sacrifice, he was really shocked, and said in his heart: This can't be a living sacrifice, right?

In the ancient demon spirit wilderness, there are often powerful spirit beast tribes to hold grand sacrifice ceremonies, and many sacrifices are needed, and the living sacrifice is the most common one, the more people of the living sacrifice, the more solemn, most of them are to the enemy as a sacrifice, it is rumored that there are also ancestral sacrifices to the Tianjiao in the clan, the records of Wang Yizhi's tribe are extremely limited, and the key points are not involved.

"You're the boss just now?"

Seeing the grace that suddenly appeared in front of him, Wang Yizhi's spirit was about to stand up, and an invisible force restrained him and made him unable to move.

Zhi'en's smart eyes stared at Wang Yizhi for a long time.

It made Wang Yizhi's scalp numb, and he had a feeling that the other party had seen through everything, and he didn't dare to look at him.

"The grace of leading the clansmen, thank you for your kindness of recreation"

Zhi'en knelt down on one knee, his hands interlocked, and placed them in the center of his eyebrows, and everyone in the room followed one after another, the difference was that they all landed on both knees.

"Don't, don't, you're polite, you're polite, if this is a ritual before the living sacrifice, then you don't have to. ”

Where has Wang Yizhi seen such an inexplicable scene in front of him, but he just felt that this grace had a little connection with the leader Sharen just now, but he didn't expect the other party to deny it, and he also saluted himself, which scared Wang Yizhi, an eight-year-old child, enough.

In particular, the appearance of their divine radiance, as if the gods had descended into the world, made people marvel.

"A living sacrifice?"

Zhien was a little confused, and he didn't know what Wang Yizhi meant.

"You're not going to kill me?"

Wang Yizhi's toes wrapped in vine sandals kept touching the ground, and the animal skin vest on his body also looked very hot, sweat slid down from the top of his head, and his back was already soaked.

"The grace of recreation, the grace is unforgettable, how dare you take revenge"

Zhien looked up and saw that Wang Yizhi was a little nervous, and pretended to be calm, and quickly loosened the restraints on Wang Yizhi, he forgot that the benefactor in front of him was just a human child of a few years old.

"Because of you, we were able to transform into the Desert Elves, and I have the honor of becoming the eighth Desert Elf King,"

Zhi'en was in the center of his eyebrows, glowing with a dark yellow light, and diamond-shaped spirit stones the size of thumbs appeared one by one, and there were thirty pieces of them.

"Although they are broken, for some reasons, they can be used repeatedly, just put them in the air for a few days, they can recover on their own, continue to use, the richer the spiritual power, the faster they will recover"

Zhi'en handed the sand crystal spirit stone taken out of his eyebrows to Wang Yizhi, and under Zhi'en's instructions, the other eight desert elves with only a pair of wings also followed suit, but although the sand crystal spirit stones taken out from their eyebrows were large, they were mostly ten pieces of eight, and the color was more transparent, only the surface had a trace of pale yellow light flickering, which was not as good as Zhi'en's agility.

"These, although they can only be used five or six times before they will dissipate, but each one is also on top of a complete sand crystal spirit stone."

As he spoke, Zhi'en once again handed over nearly a hundred sand crystal spirit stones gathered in mid-air to Wang Yizhi.

"Don't have so many, just a few, you'll die, take it back"

Wang Yizhi was full of joy and put the sand crystal spirit stone given by his grace into the ring, and saw that the others also took out their own sand crystal spirit stones, and quickly got up to dodge, and was unwilling to accept it, because Wang Yizhi knew that the sand man who lost the sand crystal spirit stone would die.

"Thank you for your concern, you can rest assured, after the completion of the transformation, the presence or absence of these sand crystal spirit stones will have no impact on us, the desert is us, we are this desert"

When Zhien and the others heard Wang Yizhi's words, their hearts were warm, thinking of Wang Yizhi's honest appearance when he politely borrowed the sand crystal spirit stone from them when he just came down, they completely believed that it was not a deliberate disguise, but a really stupid cuteness.

"Then, then I'll take it, do you want me to help them" Wang Yizhi accepted the sand crystal spirit stones one by one, looked at the six female sand people in front of him, and asked tentatively towards Zhi'en.

"It's useless, the natural rules of the desert do not allow the appearance of the tenth desert elf, only if I am promoted from four wings to six wings, the rules will change again"

Zhien shook his head and looked at the six female sandmen, quite apologetic.

"It's okay, we believe that the king will reach the six wings soon"

The six female sand figures spoke in unison, with pious expressions, without the slightest dissatisfaction or complaint.

"By the way, please accept this, this thing is very similar to the bloodline of that bloodthirsty dragon eagle beast king, that is, your friend, it is my friend of the desert"

As he spoke, a red ruby in the shape of a delicate droplet, the size of Wang Yizhi's head and a fine red line flowing in it, appeared in front of everyone and pushed towards Wang Yizhi.

"Sister Mo Lan"

"Then I'll accept it, in fact, all this has nothing to do with me, it's all your own efforts, my name is Wang Yizhi, just call me Xiaoyi"

Wang Yizhi frowned and finally said it, after all, he didn't do anything from beginning to end, the other party's transformation and success were all due to their own insistence, and they withstood the painful torment, Wang Yizhi didn't want to accept other people's favors with a clear conscience, he didn't like this feeling.

"Do you know that since ancient times, the birth of the Desert Elf King has never relied on the sand man itself, but has all been transformed by accident, and the birth of the Desert Elf King in the past generations has all been injured, so the same is true of the desert elves created under the rules."

Speaking of this, Zhien looked at Wang Yizhi and smiled, bowed politely, and continued: "But this time it was different because of you."