Chapter 817 Chaotic God Ju

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All divine thrones have their owners, and the owner of each divine throne is a powerful person who dominates the area. It is not easy to challenge them.

The only broken throne became the first target pursued by all the gods.

Although collecting all the pieces is almost impossible.

But the gods all believe that as long as they obtain some fragments, they may be able to crack the secret of promotion.

This triggered a new round of competition after the melee between gods.

The world will still not be quiet.

The world is never quiet.

The God of Chaos is located in the heaven. For the heaven, its existence is extremely special. What is special about it is that it does not belong to any god system.

It is a gathering place for gods without gods. At the same time, the Gray Feather clan who were abandoned by the Yu clan, as well as some descendants of gods who were rejected by the gods, all live here.

There are battles between gods and gods every day here, but no gods will intervene. In the heaven that is supposed to be elegant and holy, this is a very special place of violence and abandonment.

Ordinary gods don't understand, only relatively ancient gods understand.

The current heaven was once hell.

Even if the world is turned upside down, hell and heaven switch.

However, there are still very few places in heaven that retain the nature and characteristics of hell.

And the same is true in hell.

Luan Shen was standing on the endless blood-red Gobi stall. A dark hole suddenly opened, and a black figure was thrown out like a rag doll and fell to the ground hard. The solidified blood was reflected in the blood-red sand. It was particularly dazzling under the eyes. The spirituality driven by the blood eroded the surrounding sand, as if it could give life to these lifeless soil.

This is undoubtedly a powerful existence, and only such a powerful existence can use its own blood to distort reality.

Lou Nan struggled to open his eyes, looked at the blood-red crescent moon hanging in the sky, and closed his eyes again.

The excessive blood loss made him feel weak all over, and the indescribable fatigue made Lou Nan feel like he was floating in the clouds with nowhere to exert his strength. His mind was still stuck on the previous moment.

After combining the memories of another world, he quickly rose up and absorbed almost all the power of blood inheritance. Lou Nan, who was about to be crowned as Hercules, was chased by several gods because he accidentally obtained a fragment.

In order to avoid this pursuit, Lou Nan had to take the risk and go directly through the star realm to the heaven to unite the Kingdom of God.

Obviously... he was too hasty, encountered a powerful space storm in the star realm, and was involved in the turbulence.

Lou Nan's strength comes from his bloodline. Even though he has cultivated to the god level, the loss of a large amount of blood still greatly weakens his strength.

At this time, Lou Nan was looking around and checking his current situation.

The surroundings are filled with elemental power that is more intense than the continent of Osiris. At the same time, the traces of rules seem to be very obvious, as if you can interact with it with just a little induction.

"Is this the heaven?" Lou Nan relaxed a little.

Sitting and slowly absorbing some elemental power, Lou Nan gained a little strength, but the new godhead had strong energy absorption ability. Using this adsorption force to mobilize energy, Lou Nan slowly recovered from his injuries, but The wounds on his body were too severe. The wounds made by powerful divine power were corroded by strong divine power and were difficult to remove.

Simply speaking, those gods don't have much power, and without the control of the master, they lack spirituality. It takes a little hard work, but it is not indelible.

Sitting up with his body propped up, Lou Nan had already heard a whimper coming from a distance. It was obviously the sound of wind blowing through the sand. The slight shaking of the ground indicated that the wind was very, very strong.

With a wry smile, he reluctantly stood upright and walked towards a mushroom-shaped stone pillar not far away. The rules of the heaven were revealed, and the power of the elements was strong, which was certainly a good thing.

But this also means that just some simple natural phenomena can cause a huge disaster.

Mortal storms can crush mortals.

And the storms in the heaven... can attack and even kill the gods.

Curling up in the cave, looking at the bloody wind and sand in the dark sky, Lou Nan carefully adjusted his body.

As time went by, Lou Nan's injuries gradually improved.

The howling wind and howling blood-colored dust roared outside the huge stone mushroom, but the cave was completely silent. Only the occasional flash of black light showed that there were still people here.

Although the wind and sand in the desert are strong, they always stop. When the wind and sand stop, it is already the sunset of the next day. The setting sun in the desert is like blood, splashing on the bloody desert, making the Gobi look like A sea of ​​blood.

The bloody wasteland is a major feature of Luan Shenju, but of course... it's not a good feature.

Luan Shenju is barren, and this bloody wasteland is the most barren place in the whole Luan Shenju. Even if they are the least picky about the living environment, the Devil Thorns left over from the previous era will not choose to survive in the bloody wasteland. Here are only the most despicable and insidious satras and hawk scorpions.

They are the only masters of the entire wasteland and the killers of the entire bloody wasteland.

The Shadra Snake is a desert monster nearly a hundred meters long. Its innate earth-attribute magic, coupled with its strong corrosive toxins and its ability to shuttle through the sand, make it the undisputed overlord of the desert.

The earthy yellow satura snake has circles of brown rings on its body. It shines with a little light under the bloody sunlight and spits out its deep cold core. A satura snake is leisurely enjoying the desert in the summer. of wind and sand.

Days like this are their favorite. Snakes are said to be cold and cold, but Satara snakes are born to be different.

After rolling on the soft sand, the Satara snake got into the sand and disappeared without a trace.

And a small team of about thirty-four people appeared in the vast wilderness.

Heavily armed, they looked like a small hunting group, and the thorn-shaped badges on their shoulders proved that they belonged to a team of hunters.

Suddenly, a bearded man walking at the front waved his hand to stop the team from moving forward. Instead, he carefully touched the sand under his feet, and then sprinkled a bag of white powder on the surrounding sand. A burst of green smoke burst out from the place.

The bearded man covered his mouth and nose and whispered softly: "Everyone, be careful! There should be a big guy here!"

Following the big beard's words, everyone in the hunting group drew out the weapons from their waists. Several strong men excitedly carried several hollow logs around the team, and then placed a funnel-like iron bell. He buckled it on the top of the log and slammed the big hammer on the big clock.

The vibrating bells vibrated underground with the logs as the center. Suddenly, the Shadra snake, which was already sensitive, could no longer hide underground. It screamed out of the ground and rushed towards the team with its bloody mouth wide open. Come over.

Before it could get close, a big net fell from the sky, and a net was pulled out from the ground and tied to the Shadra snake. In an instant, the originally ferocious giant snake was caught, and could only roll its body in its original position. The ground screamed.

Many thin but not sharp magic nails have been laid out on the big net. The nails are flashing with the vicious paralysis spell. These nails are driven into the body of the giant snake, scraping off a lot of scales every time it rolls. , even nailed into the flesh and blood, consuming the giant snake's physical strength and ferocity.

In the face of wisdom, even the Shadra snake, known as the desert killer, can only be captured without help.