The sword dust brows slightly, his eyes swept slowly from everyone in the field, and then stayed for a moment on the shadow of the ancient **** tree, and finally fell into the sky, an illusory tree structure of the ancient tree of the elves. In the large array of paintings, this array of souls of these people sitting on the mountain of God of War is connected and transformed into a strange force into the temple of war.

However, for the situation in the Temple of War, Jian Chen is not known. He can clearly feel that this Temple of War is even stronger than the Temple of the Beast. With his current knowledge, he can't penetrate.

Jian Chen's eyes stared at the Temple of War, which exudes a golden light, staring for a moment, and then a glimpse of the gaze in his eyes, his body shape swayed and went straight toward the Temple of War.

At this moment, the gate of the Temple of War is not closed. There are some iron towers in the heart of Jian Chen. I want to go in and check the situation of the tower. Although the Baizu God of War is the belief in the hearts of all the people of the Baizu, this is really strange. And still hosted by a mysterious old tree, Jian Chen had to guard against it. After all, the same thing happened to Xiao Baihu.

"Sword dust supreme, can not be close to the Temple of War" The hundreds of saints of the Baizu have screamed, and they rushed straight toward Jian Chen, wanting to stop the sword dust.

However, Jian Chen has come to the gate of the Temple of War, and the speed is not comparable to that of several of them.

"Sword Dust is supreme, the ritual of the soul is disturbed, not only will it cause extremely serious damage to the God of War, but even the 990,000 sacrificers on the God of War will be greatly rebelled and difficult to recover." Without the sword dust, I immediately transmitted the sound at the fastest speed, and my face was full of anxiety.

The figure of Jian Chen is one of them, hesitating for a little while, and then he did not hesitate to go to the gate of the Temple of War. Although the Temple of War is very powerful for Jian Chen, the harder it is, the harder it is. Manipulation, he believes that people in the field, no one can completely control this temple, naturally can not play the power of the Temple of War.

At the moment when Jian Chen was marching toward the gate of the Temple of War, the ancient tree of the elves suddenly moved. Only when there was a flash of green light, a branch with a thickness of several meters was extended from the ancient tree of the elves. Lived in the gates of the Temple of War.

Although this branch is illusory, it is completely condensed by the vitality of the cockroach, but it makes the sword dust stop.

In the eyes of Jian Chen, the brilliance of the fascinating eyes suddenly turned and looked at the towering elf ancient **** tree not far away. The gaze gradually became fierce, and the Buddha had to see through the truth of this ancient tree.

"This king knows that you are worried about the safety of God of War. You can rest assured that the position of God of War in the eyes of our Protoss is not what you can imagine. We will never make a bad thing against God of War. "A vain voice was introduced into the ears of Jian Chen, the voice is a woman, but the gentleness is full of majesty."

The look of Jian Chen became dignified in a moment, and the knowledge spread to the surrounding, and the heart was full of vigilance. Because of this voice, he did not know where it came from.

"You are talking to me." Jian Chen's gaze looked at the shadow of the elf ancient **** tree not far away, Shen Sheng said.

"This ritual ritual is very important to the God of War. There is no possibility of failure. Before the end of the ritual ritual, don't step into the Temple of War. Otherwise, you will not only help the God of War, but the God of War will be hurt by you. The illusory voice came again, and still allowed Jian Chen to find the source of the sound. When the voice fell, the ancient branches that blocked the gate of the Temple of War were also collected.

Jian Chen did not continue to step into the Temple of War, but stood there for a moment without staring at the ancient tree of the elves. My heart has already determined that even if the person who just spoke is not the old tree, it has a great connection with this tree. .

"Who are you, is it the spirit of the ancient **** tree of the elves." Jian Chen asked, it is difficult to calm in his heart, he never imagined that among the Baizu, there is still such a existence hidden.

It can make him not aware of where the sound came from, and it is impossible to do this.

"After three days, the ritual of the soul will end. During this period, I hope that you will not interfere with the ceremony, so as not to fail the ceremony." The voice came again, and ignored the problem of Jian Chen.

"Well, I am here for three days." Jian Chen said, leaving the range of the God of War, suspended in the quiet outside of the God of War, but his eyes always fell on the old tree. .

And the hundreds of saints who did not participate in the ritual of the rituals looked around in amazement, and their eyes were full of doubts. One of them couldn’t help but be curious, and asked with a respectful sword dust: Sword Dust is supreme. I don't know who you are talking to. Is there a mysterious powerhouse that we can't perceive?"

Jian Chen was silent, and he understood that what he had just said innocent voice, I am afraid that only he could hear it.

Three days later, all the souls were transformed into the strange powers that were injected into the Temple of War. The 900,000 people of the Bai ethnic group sitting across the battle of the God of War also opened their eyes, pale and look. Wilting, extremely weak, but the look of everyone, but full of excitement, looking at the eyes of the Temple of War is full of respectful heart.

The phantom of the ancient **** tree disappeared, and it was reinvented for a branch to be inserted on the earth. The Emperor of the Elves was carefully taken up, filled with the vitality between heaven and earth, and with the elves. The disappearance of the shadow of the ancient **** tree, and the retreat is clean, only the golden light emitted by the Temple of War is still strong, as if it is vying with the sun.

In the small half of the desert continent, the plant that was swarmed by the flourishing vitality of the elves of the ancient **** tree, after the cessation of the injection of vitality, gradually went to the road of withering, and how long Then it will all turn into a piece of hay.

"It seems that the ritual of the ritual is successful, and the ancient law recorded in the classical books is really correct." Several hundred sages of the sages are excited, such ancient methods, from the temple of war, in this countless years, today is Used for the second time.

The trunk that illusioned the ghost of the ancient **** tree was inspected by the sword dust for countless times before being collected by the elves. "It is just an ordinary trunk, except for the horror of life. There is no other secret." Jian Chen’s heart is secret, and the mind can’t help but think of the body of the ancient **** tree.

At this moment, a horrible breath came from the Temple of War, only to see the golden tower shining three meters away, and was striding out step by step from the temple, giving a kind of imposing manner. A sense of anger.

The eyes of Jian Chen fell on the iron tower, and there was a smile on his face. When he saw the change of the tower, he knew that his friend had really grown up.

This growth is not an improvement in strength, not an increase in age, but a heart.

"Welcome to God of War."

On the mountain of Ares, including those of the Holy Emperor, all of them bowed down to the tower, with a respectful look from the heart, as if welcoming a god.

For their worship, the tower turned a blind eye, and the eyes fell on the sword dust. The two were outside the Temple of War, and one stared at each other outside the Shenshen Mountain. After several breaths, the tower took a step and came to Jianchen in an instant. In front of him, a big hand was heavily photographed on the shoulder of Jian Chen. He smiled and said: "Jian Chen, I didn't expect you to come to the desert mainland to find me so soon. I was doing a ritual of the soul a few days ago. ,sorry to keep you waiting.

The strength of the iron tower is very great. If the sword dust is the body of chaos and the strength is not weak, it is really difficult to bear the power of the iron tower.

"The rituals of the ancestors of your Bai people are very strange. I have to ask for so many people. I used to worry about you for a while. I almost got into the Temple of War. Now I see you okay." Jian Chen smiled. .

"This ritual ritual is very weird, but this ritual was passed down from the ancient times. The soul of the 900,000 people formed the soul of the Tomahawks passed down by the God of the Gods. The previous generation of the **** of war, Uncle Arkins also experienced "That," said the tower, and then his eyebrow mark of the eyebrows began to shine, and a small golden axe flew out of the mark and became a powerful golden battle axe in the hands of the tower.

"I came to the Baizu to know that the weapons in my hands had to be combined to create the greatest power. The tomahawks I used previously only had shape, and there was no god. The ritual rituals that I experienced before were condensed. The soul of the Tomahawk, let the battle axe reach the realm of form and spirit." The tower stared at the golden battle axe in his hand.

The sword dust fell on the tomahawk, and he could clearly feel the change of the tomahawk. This tomahawk seemed to have a life from a dead object, and the power from the tomahawk Pressure, actually a little more suppression of the Yuanshen.

"Sword dust, go, let's go to the Temple of War to get together." The tower took up the Tomahawk and took the sword dust and walked straight into the Temple of War.

The Temple of War, this has never been entered by foreigners for countless years, and Jian Chen is the first.

In the Temple of War, the Iron Tower and Jian Chen talked for a long time. When they thought that both of them were students of the Kass College of the Gessen Kingdom, they are now the supreme figures of a family.

"Iron, I don't know how much you know about the elves' ancient elves." Jian Chen suddenly asked, staring at the tower.

The tower seriously thought for a while and said: "I came to the Baizu soon. I only know one thing about the situation of each ethnic group. But I know some things about the elf ancient **** tree of the elves. It is said that the ancient **** The tree existed for a very long time. At the beginning, our Baizu still existed in the land of the beast god. When Uncle Arkins was still not born, the ancient **** tree of the elf had already existed. It has always been a symbol of the elves, and later with us The defeat of the family, the ancient **** tree of the elves also moved from the land of the beast to the desert continent, and changed the territory of the elves from yellow sand to a dense forest, nourishing a land with its own vitality. It has never withered."

"And there is also a rumor that the ancient **** tree can not be destroyed, no matter how much trauma, can be restored in an instant." The book starts from the 17K novel network, the first time to see the genuine content!