With the passing of the day, the original restless desert temple was gradually quiet.

Palaces with treasures have been explored by the warriors who have entered, but not much remains.

At this time, everyone is using the benefits they have previously gained and began to work hard to improve their own realm.

Everyone knows that there are three small worlds in the ancient land of God, and the more they enter it, the more powerful the treasures contained in them will become.

The third level of inheritance stone, it is said that the treasures that make the spirit feel are moved, and for other fighters, they have more deadly temptations.

Since they come here, these warriors naturally do not want to miss an opportunity, whether they are sure or not, or not, at least be prepared to fight.

If there is a real gain, then it is obviously a better thing, even if it is not found, it is not a big deal to save lives to retreat.

In the most complete four halls in the ancient temple, the four royal horses have been completely gathered together.

In addition to the four great royal families, there are other powerful atmospheres standing in it, and they are all one of the eight gods.

Although the four great royal families have the genius of the younger generation among the eight gods, the eight gods are not exactly the warriors among the four great royal families.

Among them, there are very few individual fighters with abnormal talent, and they do not like to have strong strength with human actions, and even the four royal families are not willing to easily provoke.

Being able to live in the center hall is a symbol of status and an opportunity!

The opportunity to compete for the stone monument!

The wind walked steadily into the hall, and when he saw the man who had been waiting in the hall, his eyes were somewhat jealous.

“Your Highness Xiao Yu...”

After the pause, the wind suddenly sounded and lowered the head slightly.

As the Son of Eight Gods, he has his own pride, but this pride has no effect in front of this man.

“I heard you had chased a guy who had been killed before, and failed?”

Xiao Yu did not turn around, but the sound of calmness had already passed into the former's ear.

The wind sighed slightly, but soon regained its calmness, and continued: "Yes, the boy temporarily broke through the spirit, and also had a spirit that could fight the spirit of the spirit, and fortunately let him escape."

“Fleeing?”

The two words were repeated, and Xiao Yu slowly turned around his body.

The wind suddenly saw that the corner of each other's mouth actually carried a strange smile, and the sharp eyes fell on themselves in an instant.

“A man who has escaped will be killed by the head of the clan?”

Hearing this, the wind was not imperceptible, and there was a clear shock in the eyes of the lower eyes.

He did not tell anyone about the death of Xiang Qifeng, and the matter of going to the Xiang clan was also secretly carried out, but Xiao Yu received the news so quickly.

It seems that the son of the eight princes in front of him is more terrible than he thought.

The Cong clan is not on the side of the eight princes, and the other party can still receive so much news, obviously having its own arrangement.

Thinking about it, the wind is not happy.

The battle between the eight princes and the princes will have a result, as long as the eight princes can obtain the recognition of the emperor, then Xiao Yu is the new prince.

The dispute over the throne has never been any relent, and since the wind clan decided to stand on the side of the eight princes, if it allows the prince to ascend the throne smoothly, it will definitely exert its efforts to suppress it.

Among the four royal families, the White and Feng clans are on the side of the eight princes, while the Xiang clan and the Zhu clan have chosen to support the prince.

The original forces of the two sides were barely able to maintain balance, but the emergence of Xiao Yu broke this phenomenon.

This third-generation royal pride not only has the talent of martial arts comparable to the eight gods, but also very good at calculation and strategy.

If it is not because of a generation, the wind even feels that Xiao Yu has become qualified to compete for the throne of the god emperor.

"Your Highness, the peak was indeed cut off by the clock, and this man just broke through the spirit and showed the strength to suppress the peak of the mountain, and has a very strange spirit, I can not kill him."“

Seeing that Xiao Yu has already made the words clear, the wind is not afraid to hide it again, and honestly put out everything that will happen.

After a moment's thought, the wind added with some hesitation: "And he has a very strange bloodline on his body, which is actually stronger than the divine blood of the clan of the clan."

“The blood force?"Hearing this sentence behind the wind chirping, the look in Xiao Yu's eyes was obviously moved."

The news was clearly unexpected to him.

Just breaking through the spiritual realm can kill the peak of the project, which has been extremely shocking.

However, this clock away from the body actually has a more powerful blood force than the four royal families, which also makes Xiao Yu more and more curious.

The most powerful in the kingdom of the Red Gods is naturally the supreme nine-sun bloodline of the imperial family of the kingdom of God.

At the other level, it is the blood of the four royal families.

Although the divine bloodline is not the strongest of the four royal families, it is the blood that can erupt the most terrible fighting power.

What is the history of this clock?

Xiao Yu's fingers gently touched his chin, and the color of deep thinking was revealed in his eyes.

"The wind is ringing, and I want you to give up chasing the clock."

After counting, the tumultuous look in Xiao Yu's eyes was finally calm, and he looked at the windless son in front of him, but suddenly said.

"What?The wind suddenly changed, and he hurriedly said, "But the boy killed my brother Fengxi, this thing."

"Of course I know that."However, Xiao Yu directly interrupted his words, and the words were indisputable tone.

"The clock must be solicited from this person, and when the father obtains the throne of the gods, His Highness will give you a satisfactory result."

Seeing Xiao Yu already said so, the excitement in the eyes of the wind slowly calmed down.

"I know, Your Highness."

After taking a deep breath, the wind quickly made a decision in its heart.

Although the revenge of the wind is to be reported, but his heart is clear that for the eight princes, the struggle for the throne of the gods is really important.

If he really does not know the insistence to cut the clock away, I am afraid there will be no good results at that time.

Xiao Yu nodded and said again, “Go, this battle for the eight gods, you know what to do.”“

The wind arched again, and then turned to the outside of the hall.

After sending the wind out, Xiao Yu took his eyes back again and turned back to look at a corner deep in the temple.

There, a naked upper body, with countless octopus tattoos inscribed on the skin, sat on the ground.

Around him, there are countless spirits piled up together, like hills.

At first glance, I am afraid that there are hundreds of thousands of them.

And these top Danshan spirits are constantly transforming into the power of the soul, into the body of the tattooed youth, so that the breath of the former is constantly enhanced.

Feeling the changes in each other's bodies, Xiao Yu's face showed a satisfied smile.

“I hope you don’t disappoint your Highness.”

A few more days passed.

A warrior of the royal family of God has just come out of the hall, but the ground under his feet is trembling, which actually makes this innate warrior's body stand up.

After standing again, the warrior seemed to remember something in his eyes and immediately looked up at the sky.

Just above the center hall, suddenly there are several terrible shooting stars coming from the sky, like the end of the day.

The first time into the ancient land of the warriors showed the color of fear in their eyes, and even wanted to turn around and escape.

The power of this world is too powerful.

But more fighters are extremely calm, but some joy constantly staring at the half-empty, seemingly waiting for something.

Under the gaze of these people, the remnants of the blood-red building suddenly slowly sketched out, and then automatically condensed and formed to outline a huge palace.

When they saw this ancient temple, there was a lot of excitement in the eyes of many warriors.

The stone has finally appeared!