On the wild prairie, Su Qinian ascended to the sky.
He raised his feet and stepped forward, stepping on the void. There seemed to be invisible stone steps beneath his feet. His steps were not fast, but he seemed to be stepping on the pulse of everyone. Millions of strong men from all races were thinking about it at this moment.
Only this clear and rhythmic footsteps were left.
Su Qinian entered the arena and ascended into the vast reflection in the Nine Heavens. Gradually, his figure also turned upside down. Jiuqu Pluto's eyes moved slightly. Although this young Suotian War King was a formidable enemy, he had no control over him.
Jiuqu Pluto was also impressed by his courage. Looking at the vast starry sky, there were a few young people who had such courage and dared to face the hunting of their four major races.
"It's your turn!" War King Qi Tian said in a deep voice.
Jiuqu Pluto's tone was indifferent: "Underworld tribe, enter the arena."
As the Jiuqu Pluto's words fell, a young man in black robe walked out of the gray wind and snow. The young man looked very heroic, but he had long gray hair, and the Hades snake on his shoulders was coiled and hanging down.
Among the strands of his hair, it is impossible to distinguish them unless you look carefully, and there are seven of them hanging down like hair.
Supreme being!
The young man in black robe also carries an ink-colored halberd on his back. Countless subtle and mysterious runes seem to have exhausted the power of the netherworld and are imprinted on the body of the halberd, as if a dark dragon is sleeping.
"Son of Netherworld!"
In all directions of the wild prairie, many young and strong men whispered. Unexpectedly, the first young strong man to emerge from the Nether Clan was this one. This was somewhat beyond everyone's expectations. The Son of Netherworld has an unusual origin. Rumors are that
He was hatched from an innate underworld fetus born in the Nine Netherworld River. His body was naturally made into the underworld. He was adopted as the adopted son by the current Hades Emperor. He taught him through words and deeds. A sixty years ago, when he was just thirty years old, he had made great achievements in the starry sky.
Although he had a small reputation, now, nearly a year has passed and the dust has basically settled on the heavenly monument in the Holy King Mountain Range. This son of the Netherworld is one of the final sixteen Holy Kings.
The young Holy King of the Netherworld has undoubtedly entered the supreme realm, but many supreme powerhouses have seen that he has not yet become enlightened. How can a quasi-king compete with the young King of Locking Heaven? The Nether Clan will
Aren't you afraid of burying the seeds of the imperial way that are most likely to be the leader of the clan in this era in today's battle?
In the silence of many strong men from all races, the young Holy King of the Netherworld ascended to the sky and entered the arena.
Immediately, in the gray wind and snow, a young man wearing gray armor walked out again. He looked like he was no more than a young man. He had long ink-like hair and seven ink-colored rings wrapped around his wrists. If you look closely, you can see that
They are clearly seven underworld snakes connected end to end.
Another young would-be king.
It's just that this young quasi-king is very unfamiliar to the younger generation of all tribes, and no one has heard of the existence of this young quasi-king of the Nether Tribe. However, looking at his bone age, some supreme experts are a little surprised. There are really only two people.
With a bone age of more than ten years, such a young supreme being is really rare to see in the world, and he may have entered the supreme realm earlier than the young Suotian War King.
The young quasi-king of the Hades in gray armor looked a little lazy, and his steps were feeble. His tired look seemed to be a bit intimidating to enter the arena and fight with the young Suotian War King.
Reluctantly, I feel helpless as if I was being chased away, and my fighting spirit is low.
Even so, War King Qitian was not polite and said sarcastically: "Why, you know you are invincible, so you just rely on numbers. How many people are there in the Nether Clan? Why don't you shout them out together."
The corner of Jiuqu Pluto's mouth twitched slightly, but after taking a look at the young man with a tired face, he swallowed his breath and said in a stiff tone: "There is no need to test, we only have these two people in the Nether Clan."
War King Qi Tian snorted coldly and said nothing more. This was indeed not too much, because according to common sense, the quasi-king could not be an opponent at the level of a true king. Not to mention two quasi-kings, even if ten quasi-kings joined forces, they could keep the victory.
Life is pretty good, but trying to withstand the fighting power of a true king is simply a fantasy.
After all, the four tribes still care about their face. The witnessing of all tribes is also a kind of restraint. At least on the surface, some underhanded methods cannot be used.
"I'm going."
Finally, the young quasi-king of the Hades in gray armor ascended to the sky, and his tone was desolate, with a bit of a tragic tone that would never come back, which immediately made the corners of the Jiuqu Pluto's mouth twitch again. No matter how it sounded, it sounded like he was persecuting his fellow tribesmen.
Damn it, do you have any spirit, the edge that young people should have?
On the edge of the wild prairie, many people from various tribes looked at the Jiuqu Pluto, and their eyes became a little strange. At the moment, the young quasi-king is definitely the most outstanding group of young people from all tribes.
, can be said to be very few, they are all powerful men who are expected to become emperors. They are different from ordinary supreme beings. Losing even one of them is heartbreaking.
The scene just now had to make many powerful people from various clans doubt whether this Nine-Bend Pluto was taking the opportunity to wipe out the seeds of hostile forces in the clan.
Fortunately, footsteps followed closely behind in the gray wind and snow. It was a stone man. Except for his head of gray-gold stone hair, everything had turned into flesh and blood. He looked very majestic, like
A stone tower can be over a foot high. The ground trembles with every step. It seems to weigh billions of pounds under one's feet, showing an extremely terrifying physical accomplishment.
"Emperor Yangshi!"
With Zhuyu, the son of Netherworld, in front of him, this young overlord from the Stone Clan did not arouse too many exclamations. In the Holy King Mountain Range, he failed in one move and failed to make the Holy King List. He was one of the few young people from all tribes who were regretted.
One of the masters is the son of a great emperor of the Stone Clan. It is said that the emperor's blood in his body is rich and comparable to a supreme physique. He was born from the Yangshi Emperor who intercepted a ray of his origin. He has great potential, and the Yangshi Emperor also has great potential.
As a result, his foundation was damaged and he entered old age prematurely.
At this moment, a few miles behind Yangshi Emperor, a cyan stone man followed closely out of the gray wind and snow. He looked to be only four feet tall and very short. He was a young man who looked to be under twenty years old.
He was chubby and had a silly look on his face, waving his blue stone arms and shouting: "Brother, wait for me!"
In front, the majestic and mighty Yangshi Emperor's face turned dark when he heard this. Without saying a word, he climbed up into the sky and rushed straight into the arena, not wanting to hear the voice behind him at all.
"Hey, brother, please slow down!"
The green stone boy also rose into the air unsteadily, but he looked chubby, like a stone ball, and had a rather funny look. He seemed a little unfamiliar even with flying, which can't help but incite a lot of people from all races.
The strong men looked at each other, are the Stone Clan here to make up for the loss? Generally speaking, when the Stone Clan reaches the realm of earth creation, they will gradually develop flesh and blood bodies. What the hell is this fat stone boy? Even if he knows that he is invincible, there is no need.
Such self-destruction.
War King Qi Tian also frowned. He carefully looked at the green stone boy. He seemed to contain a power that was not weaker than that of a saint. Even close to the supreme realm, the Stone Clan cannot calculate age based on simple bone age. There are some innate Stone Clan who are born with
Before being nurtured by the earth, created by the bell spirit, and giving birth to consciousness and life, the body may have been conceived for tens of thousands of years, or even for one or even several epochs.
However, at this time, the face of the Nine-Bend Pluto became slightly brighter, finally diverting everyone's attention.
Soon, two slender figures walked out of the gray wind and snow again. They were two young men who looked exactly the same. Their faces were ashen and a little green. They were wearing the same old clothes, with half of their shoulders exposed, unlike
They were the clothes of the current generation, with no life at all on them, and a strong smell of decay, as if they had been buried for endless years. Wherever they passed, the grass withered, and all vitality was deprived of them, and they were submerged in the two stiff bodies.
Corpse clan!
There are many strong gods in various tribes, and the corpse tribe is unpredictable. There are many legends about the birth of this tribe. Generally speaking, the tribes are not willing to come into contact with the corpse tribe. Firstly, the decaying aura is too strong. Secondly,
If someone is killed by the corpse clan, even the bones will not be spared. Who knows next time, there will be a corpse slave transformed by the same clan, or a new corpse clan, who looks like someone close to him, but has a different coldness.
Soul, come to fight with you.
There are many corpse tribes. In a sense, all tribes are their mother beds. The age is estimated from the day when consciousness is reborn. Generally speaking, the more ancient and immortal the corpse, the older it is.
A powerful zombie clan with powerful talents and unique physiques may be born.
Compared to the ghost clan, underworld clan, soul clan and even blood clan's enslavement of the flesh, blood and souls of living beings, the corpse clan is more feared by all clans.
Just like these two strange youths from the Corpse Tribe in front of them, the younger generations of the tribes didn't know each other at all. Although their new souls were very young, the previous owners of their corpses didn't know who they were a long time ago.
What identity.
They were not the young overlords of the Corpse Clan that the various clans were familiar with, but War King Qitian's eyes narrowed slightly, because he could not understand the origins of these two Corpse Clan youths, and most of them were not creatures of the era of Vast Starry Sky during their lifetimes.
The two young corpse clan warriors seemed to have been blood relatives during their lifetimes. Their bodies were covered with gray-black mysterious corpse fog, blocking all prying eyes. Their faces were cold and their expressions were stiff. They were completely unaware of the attention from all directions, and then they ascended to the sky.
Go up and plunge into that vast arena.
Something weird!
War King Qitian is not an ordinary person. He feels a little strangely uneasy. The original son of Netherworld seems to be the most normal. He has reason to believe that these young masters who are unheard of in the world are the young seeds of several races.
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The last ones to walk out were two young strong men from the Demon Clan.
One is a young Holy King from the Taotie lineage, with a heroic and majestic figure. He has established a great reputation in the Holy King Mountains, and the other is a stunningly beautiful woman who looks so divine, as if
The reincarnation of a goddess from heaven. She has a graceful figure, spotless jade feet, and a body that is more translucent than jade. She wears a nine-color dress as thin as cicada wings, surrounded by nine-color sunlight, especially her eyes and long hair.
It is as crystal clear as glass and exudes a faint fluorescence. Just from a distance, everyone's soul seems to be sinking in. (Please subscribe, as long as the daily new subscriptions exceed 8,000, it will be updated three times on the second day, and new ones will be added every day.