"What... is this method?" Yu Huan's eyes widened and he asked dully.
"It's nothing, just a little brute force." Hu Sanhou smiled without explaining too much.
Seeing the fragments of tombstones on the ground, Centihuang was shocked for a long time before he suddenly woke up and looked at Hu Sanhou, who looked honest and harmless,
"Huh..." sneered in his nose, and said: "Since you can smash the tombstones hiding spirits with one claw, it shouldn't be difficult to break the animal skin of the Soul Seduction Book. Why do you have to watch other heroic spirits die miserably?
?If you had taken action at that time, we wouldn’t even have had to live in exile.”
If you are safe!
Who wants to be homeless?
This is not only the voice of Centihuang, other heroic spirits have almost the same idea.
Hearing Centihuang's question, Yu Huan also looked at it with suspicion.
On the contrary, Hu Sanhou didn't seem angry at all. He just shook his head and explained, saying: "Tear up the book of soul seduction? I'm not that capable. Although this soul-hiding tombstone is considered a rare treasure, the material is...
It’s just the cornerstone of Yunding Heavenly Palace. In the true sense, it’s not even a sacred object.”
"The book of soul seduction is different. The materials used to refine it are some powerful creatures that have long since disappeared. We may not be able to deal with any of them alone."
"Not to mention, a soul seduction book uses at least hundreds of various creatures. When dealing with totems, I have tried my best. You don't have to doubt this. After all, I have also made an oath..."
When I see these people, I get further and further away from them.
I almost didn’t get to the bottom of it.
Long Wenzhang shook his head and said to the magic oyster: "Take a fragment and let's go."
"Yes, senior..." Demon Oyster suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, rushed forward, held a piece of tombstone fragment in his arms with great effort, and was reluctant to let go of it no matter how heavy it was.
You know, there are six camps here, including the ancient gods, but the number of heroic spirits is only four.
In other words, everyone took the risk together, but in the end, only four parties could get the benefits, and the remaining two families could only return in despair.
No matter how the remaining people choose, their demon clan will make a lot of money this time.
Long Wenzhang, the strongest among the heroic spirits, saw that it chose the demon clan, Centihuang, and Yu Huan no longer stared at Hu San and roared. After glancing at the people present, Centihuang slowly
Xu said: "I will choose the fairy clan."
Yu Huan over-measured his head and looked at Gu You, asking: "What race are you?"
"The later generation of the ancient god clan." Gu You was so excited that his voice trembled.
"Okay, it's up to you." Yu Huan nodded.
Soon, only Hu Sanhou was left.
The remaining parties were all looking at it eagerly, even if they were anxious, they did not dare to rush it.
They know very well in their hearts that even though this guy looks harmless on the surface, if you really mess with it, it will kill someone.
Hu Sanhou, who was just thinking about the president's ancestral land, hesitated for a moment and looked at Long Wenzhang: "How about I come with you?"
The oyster was ecstatic again.
Holding the fragment, my knuckles were so nervous that they turned white. If there were two super ninth-level figures standing in charge, who would dare to underestimate the demons?
Unfortunately, Long Wenzhang did not agree. He shook his head and said: "A small demon clan, even if it tries its best, cannot afford to support two super ninth-grade figures."
"You can choose one by yourself. I know that what you are thinking about is the ancestral land of the president. Don't worry. As long as you recover your body within five years, I will wait for you in the demon clan."
"Okay then." Hu Sanhou nodded with a wry smile.
After all, that's what he said, and besides, the other party didn't mean to shirk it.
A small demon clan may not be able to support two super ninth-grade figures. If he really wants to follow them, he will not be able to recover his physical body. Even if Long Wenzhang wants to take him, he can't do anything.
The stronger races were picked out by the three of them. Hu Sanhou didn’t take a closer look and pointed at the old man of the Zhu tribe: “It’s just you.”
"What?" The old man from the Zhu tribe was shocked and looked at Hu Sanhou blankly.
It never dreamed of it.
Such good things will happen to you.
You must know that although the Zhu tribe is also one of the ten major races, it is ranked ninth and is only a little stronger than the tenth generation soul tribe.
Compared to the immortals, demons and ancient gods, they are infinitely weaker. Among the people present, this clan is undoubtedly the weakest...
But I didn't expect that I would be chosen like this.
"Within five years, I will come to the Demon Clan to find you." Hu San roared and said in a concentrated voice.
"Okay." Long Wenzhang agreed with a smile.
When Centihuang and Yu Huan saw this, they quickly spoke and said, "Brother Long, what about us?"
There was no need for Long Wenzhang to favor one against another: "I will wait for you for up to five years."
"Thank you."
"..."
Soon, the Immortals, Demons, Ancient Gods and Zoan... tribes carried the fragments of tombstones and left the battlefield outside the sky. The remaining forces looked at their backs with tears in their eyes.
Who would have thought that they risked their lives desperately and finally defeated the old man, but in the end, they lost completely.
The Psionic Society couldn't get in. There was no opportunity to surpass the ninth level, and there were no fans of them. A clan leader ranked seventh, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "Group..." and said:
"What should we do now?"
"Give up, there is no such life..." The companion standing next to it said helplessly: "Maybe we are unlucky, otherwise, why can that old guy from the Zhu tribe invite a heroic spirit back?
"
"I no longer expect to break through to the ninth level. I just hope that no matter which side wins, it won't affect us in the end."
"Otherwise, why don't you go ask the seniors again?" A tribesman suggested in a low voice.
"Are you mentally ill?"
The other people rolled their eyes and said angrily: "Didn't you see that even other alien races were driven out? We are the main culprits. If we dare to go in, they will probably kill us directly."
"Forget it, I'd better go back and seal the gate of the earth. It's best to hide for 1.8 million years. Otherwise, we, the dirty earth tribe, can't bear the battle between the super ninth-level people."
In the distance, a milky-white insect was hiding in a crevice in a rock. A bald man in monk's robes was following beside him. After seeing these ninth-grade bosses leave, he slowly walked out of the crevice: "Super Nine
Product, what is it?”
The bald man squinted his eyes: "That should be the literal meaning."
"No, we have to tell the clan leader the news." Chongzi said quickly.
"No rush yet..."
The bald man waved his hand and said: "If you guessed it correctly, this should be the site of the Psionics Association. Unfortunately, we arrived a step too late. Even if we tell the clan leader now, there is nothing he can do. We might as well go to the Zhu clan to take a look first."
"That ninth-generation Zoan clan?" Chongzi said.
"Yeah." The bald man nodded.
"What's so good about them?" Chongzi looked suspicious.
The bald man smiled, his eyes twinkling, and said: "They have something beyond the ninth level to see."