Vol 25 Chapter 1840: God's game

This illusion is like the of martial arts. He even talks to himself. Is he a of martial arts? .
This ancient of thousands of years ago, he is talking to himself.
This matter is meticulous, extremely incredible, the ancient gods have disappeared for thousands of years, no one knows where they went, or whether they have survived, the battlefields of the gods and the ancient city of seventy-two gods I am afraid that they are the only thing they have left behind...
He is talking to himself.
Long Chen’s heart is calm, and there is also a feeling of creeps at this time.
There is still one person in the vain god, referring to the coffin. What he means is that the war is about to begin, and no one can hide in the kingdom of God, otherwise they will die.
Long Chen didn't dare to question this power from the ancient gods, just as he was brought to this array. In the change of the battlefields of these gods, he can say that there is no force of resistance.
"What's wrong with you." Su Muchen saw his face change, and asked doubts.
"There may be a huge change right away, let your Su family prepare for it." Long Chen reminded him and walked to a corner alone. He said this thing to the coffin.
Lingbi smiled slightly and said: "Chen brother, I have been able to bear a lot of things on my own, let me participate, this is the rule of God."
Yes, it was just that the ancient gods were talking to themselves.
This is the rule of God...
In this way, Long Chen will let the coffin come to this picture. Since then, the martial arts ghost has not targeted himself.
Su Muchen now has a huge authority. He has alerted the Sujia disciples who are still worshipping. The people stand together, and they are suspicious of the progress of this golden map. They discuss what will happen in the end. .
"You shouldn't worry too much. The ancestors bless us. They must lead us, go where they can see him, or he will give us a treasure, let us be the ancient city of Valkyrie."
"Yes, for at least a million years, the first such change in the battlefields of the gods will definitely be a good thing. It will not be a bad thing. Think about the many myths that we may have to meet later. Things, my heart is a little excited."
They are full of expectations, eyes looking hot.
Only Su Muchen and others have to be much more mature. From his eyes, he can see some uneasiness. This kind of uneasiness is probably from intuition. Longchen also has this intuition.
In the exuberant talks of the Sujia disciples, the speed of the gold picture finally slowed down, and the surrounding fog was fading. The people looked up and suddenly the gold picture seemed to hit something. Most people did not Standing and rolling, but fortunately did not fall out of this gold map, otherwise, I am afraid to be engulfed by the colorful fog.
The gold picture stops.
Everyone was curious to see it. I saw a huge white jade platform in front of it. The diameter is tens of thousands of meters. There are thousands of meters on the white jade platform. There are no colorful fogs. It is similar to the Bluestone Plaza. On this white jade platform is pure white jade.
"A big place, the ancestors brought us here, why is it?" a disciple asked curiously.
Everyone is eager to try and want to go to the white jade platform.
Su Muchen stopped drinking: "Without my orders, no one can act rashly. The situation is a bit weird, but don't blame me."
Su Jiuyou saw that he had taken over his own limelight, and he was not convinced in his heart. He said: "Don't make a fuss. The ancestors can harm us. Bring us here. It is definitely a great intention. You are so afraid of it. Don't have an attempt or be timid."
Su Muchen did not move, said: "Then you take the lead and go try it."
Su Jiuyou saw that the white jade platform was very different, and he said: "Whoever is strong and who takes the lead."
"It seems like there are other people."
At this time, a disciple pointed to the opposite of more than a hundred platforms.
Opposite, there is also a picture that lies next to more than a hundred platforms. This is a green array. It is faintly visible that there is also a green shadow on the map, and there are more than 30 people on that map.
"It seems to be the person of the Tianfeng Shencheng."
Someone said.
"Weird, how could the ancestors bring us together with the people of Tianfeng Shencheng." The people began to wonder.
"There are people over there."
Someone has a sharp eye, and there is also a mysterious ice map on the left. It is a friend of the ancient city of Wushen, a man of Xuan Bing Shencheng.
At this time, it seems that there are new maps, hitting the white jade platform, and taking a closer look, the people there are also very excited, scanning the Quartet, and finally found the team of the ancient city of Wushen, now, a total There were four teams gathered around the Baiyu platform. At the beginning everyone was very excited, but after seeing other teams, they dared not act again.
"War... and these people."
Long Chen remembered the words of the war of the gods and the war that he said to himself. Then he saw the white jade platform. He suddenly said to Su Mu: "Whether you believe it or not, this white jade platform is afraid to be used for fighting. It’s like a game, and the people who are dominated in this game seem to be us, so this is definitely not a good thing.

Su Muchen looks solemn. He looks back at the vagrant god, and looks a bit strange. As a person of the ancient city of Wushen, he naturally does not believe that his ancestors will harm himself. Only in this strange place, who can predict the next meeting? what happened.
boom.
There is another team of the city, carried by the black map to the side of the white jade platform.
the fifth.
As time passed, more and more teams arrived. Until the end, a total of nine teams gathered next to the Baiyu platform, and there was no increase. There were a total of 72 cities, that is, I am afraid that this endless nine-color fog Among them, there are eight platforms.
So what will happen in the end.
At this time, Su Muchen is communicating with people in several nearby cities. The white jade platform is very empty, and it is not difficult to pass the sound to the opposite side. As a result, no matter which city of God, people do not know what is going to happen.
"I want to be a ancestor of the ancestors, let us come here to inherit some things, although the nine colors of fog are very scary, but everyone is easy, it will be fine." In the Tianfeng Shencheng, a green man said with a smile.
"That's right, you don't worry about people, look at it, this will be the moment of history. I believe that our ancestors still exist, they live in another world, they are gods, they are in control of this The world, and now we have such treatment, fearing that we will welcome the return of the gods, even if it is not, we will be selected to come to this place, and will inevitably receive countless benefits."
With these words, hundreds of people in the field have suffered a lot.
Everyone feels right, here is the place where their ancestors are, just like the rain of the gods, it is not the same great benefits for themselves.
The crowd began to talk and laugh, and some people still devoutly bowed in front of the shadow of the gods in the center of the map.
Just when everyone said the most joyful, among the Wushen ancient city team, a disciple of an eight-fold Nirvana robbery suddenly went to the hundreds of platforms and fell on the white jade platform. He was sluggish. Climb up, I looked wrong, I didn’t know how I would go there.
"what happened."
He came to this side, but at this time, the gold picture moved, staggered a distance, it is impossible for the guy to return to the map, there are already a lot of nine fog to fill the gap between the two .
Everyone is dumbfounded, what is going on here.
Look up, not just the ancient city of Wushen, among the other eight teams, each team also has a person, standing on the white jade platform, and both age and strength are similar to the ancient city of Wushen.
"Su Huan, you should calm down first." Su Muchen saw that the guy was about to be scared and cried.
A total of nine people, standing on the empty white jade platform, are very sluggish, they have no way to go back to the map, and the people in the map can not go to the white jade platform.
This situation suddenly made everyone screaming.
At this time, everyone found that the center of the white jade platform seemed to have a number. It was a number with nine colors. From the beginning of one hundred, after a moment of rest, it became ninety-nine. Every time, The number is reduced by one.
"What does this mean?" Everyone is boiling, and the eight people standing on the platform are getting more and more upset.
Long Chen blinked his eyes and said: "I am afraid that after the countdown is over, something special will happen. It should be that if the nine people above did not finish something before then, they would... die."
When the words came out, everyone was scared. They all shouted: "You don't want to talk nonsense. How can our ancestors make such jokes, but we are descendants of their children."
"That's right, you are not my Su family, you are dead to die."
Long Chen is definitely not a joke.
At this time, the above figures have become ninety.
The Su family still condemned Long Chen for what Long Chen had just said.
At this time, the shadow of the gods on each map ~EbookFREE.me~ again issued the voice of Lang Lang.
"This is the battle of glory. Within the rest of the world, there can only be one winner on the white jade platform. If it can't be completed, the nine people will be eliminated together."
This sentence also comes from the ancient gods.
It’s vague, but at least everyone understands that people on the stage must fight as soon as possible and then win a winner. Otherwise, nine people will be eliminated.
However, the winner, no one knows, what the loser is, no one knows.
In the blink of an eye, there are already eighty percent left.
The battle of glory.
This word makes everyone vaguely boiling up because they represent the major cities of God.
"Su Huan, fighting." Su Muchen silent for a moment, reminded.
If only one person wins, everyone wants to be his own, and who knows what the cost of failure will be.