I made the Dragon God in the game

"die!"

The blood bear knocked a giant skeleton crocodile to the ground and dragged the crocodile's tail directly towards the huge valley.

In the middle of the valley a river meanders.

Countless skeletons floated in the river and circulated in it, and the river water had turned gray under the reflection of the soul fire.

The blood bear swung the giant skeletal crocodile into the river and became part of the river.

In the center surrounded by rivers, layers of white skeletons formed a huge altar tens of meters high.

In front of the altar, there are ninety-nine steps, like a white ladder, leading directly to the divine world.

Around the altar, lines were constructed one after another, and finally turned into a blazing soul flame at the top.

Looking from a distance, a solemn atmosphere filled the air.

Under the altar, cultists one after another were quickly perfecting this sacrificial ceremony.

Each of their eyes is full of enthusiasm and excitement!

The consciousness of each of them has been distorted in their beliefs.

Each of them can give their lives for the gods!

This is almost the second most important criterion for distinguishing evil gods from righteous gods.

While he was busy, Wu Muli held a mirror in both hands and looked respectfully at the old figure in the mirror, his eyes full of excitement.

After reporting the situation, Wu Muli lowered his head, and the old figure in the mirror caressed the head of a red-eyed crow next to him.

The crow's red eyes flashed, and an old voice sounded.

"Are there any other situations?"

Hearing the voice, Wu Muli immediately recalled meeting the paladin and the paladin being rescued.

Thinking of the Paladin being rescued, Wu Muli's eyes did not change at all, and he shook his head to say no.

The old figure in the mirror frowned slightly, and a feeling of uneasiness surged into his heart.

Lately, he's been feeling like he's on a whim.

After exploration, he found that this feeling did not originate from himself, but was transmitted from the gods.

The gods are restless!

What makes the gods uneasy? What could make a god uneasy?

A string tightened in his heart. After investigating the church and finding no serious problems, he understood.

It might be a crisis at the level of the gods, and the only way he could think of was to keep urging Wu Muli to perform sacrifices.

No matter what kind of crisis it is, you can always face it better with improved strength!

Speed ​​up the process of the sacrificial ceremony!

Use the most magnificent sacrifice to gather the most powerful power and win the favor of the gods at the same time.

Thinking of this, the pale figure's eyes dodge slightly.

This is also the best opportunity to obtain blessings from the gods!

The pale figure immediately called Wu Muli to raise his head. The moment the two looked at each other, Wu Muli's eyes gradually dimmed, as if they had lost all life, and then lit up again after just a moment.

But the look in his eyes now was completely different from before, becoming tired and old.

But this couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

Looking at the altar that was about to take shape, looking at the surrounding pattern, and looking at the lifeless atmosphere in the environment, he murmured.

“The records in the ancient books are correct. This ancient battlefield is indeed a loophole in the trial space.

You can use the ancient battlefield to bypass the rules of the trial space, and then enter the trial space again.

I'm really in! "

Ebony Li, no, to be precise, it should be a pale figure.

He said excitedly, looking at the tall altar in front of him, but his eyes seemed to reflect a huge statue of a god surrounded by blood.

He is about to host the greatest sacrifice in history!

He will win the favor of the gods and enter that great realm in one fell swoop!

The gods will finally come!

The old man was full of excitement, and the uneasiness coming from his sixth sense was covered up by this excitement.

Here, there is no annoying church, no dog-like tribunal.

Although only consciousness enters, death is truly death.

But he is very confident.

There is no chance of anything happening to him here.

Although he only has consciousness, he is also an invincible existence for others.

If you are killed, you will die.

But as long as you are not killed, you will naturally not die!

"How is this possible? How did these filthy people come here?"

In a corner outside the valley, a fat man with ten rings on his hands looked at the river and the huge altar with wide eyes.

"The top sacrificial circle, if there is a legendary organization, it is said that it can welcome the incarnation of gods to the earth or receive artifacts."

The fat man looked at the altar and recognized the layout bit by bit. Finally, his eyes widened completely and his heart started to beat loudly.

After looking at it carefully for a while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, okay, the material specifications are not enough, the terrain specifications are not enough, the sacrifice specifications are not enough, the ritual specifications are not enough, and the host specifications are not enough.

It’s a super simplified version, but it’s still possible to set up an altar of this level in a place like an ancient battlefield and hunt so many master-level undead.

The person must have come in among the trialists, and he must only be at the elite level.

The genius of a cultist? "

"No, no, no, it's impossible. I've never heard of any cult cultivating top talents. They don't have this ability.

Top geniuses will not join a cult, and even if a top genius obtains master-level combat power at the elite level and then breaks through to the master level, he will not kill the master like a dog.

That should be the level of genius, and here."

The fat man glanced at the master-level undead skeletons all over the place, and his scalp suddenly went numb when he thought of a possibility.

"The gods are watching. The evil god ritual with the gods watching is over.

The ritual specifications are second only to the rituals presided over by the gods' followers. Damn it!

An elite-level trial actually attracted this level of rituals, and bypassed the trial mechanism to attract the evil gods.

Is it that serious?

This ancient battlefield, could it be..."

I don't know what he thought of, the fat man didn't dare to hesitate at all, and his fat body ran directly towards the entrance.

He has only one idea now.

Run!

Run out of the ancient battlefield, and then immediately quit the trial!

No matter what the purpose of this group of cultists is, no matter what the final result is, it will definitely cause a big change!

Run!

The fat man only hated his parents for only giving him two legs. The ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth were dark, and the terrifying aura spread from the altar.

The aura of the ritual spread with an unstoppable momentum. Sensing this momentum, the fat man's face was suddenly full of bitterness.

The sacrifice ceremony began!

The essence of the master-level undead that piled up under the altar was drained in an instant, and the terrifying power rose step by step along the altar.

The cultists stood on the altar, dancing fanatically and chaotically, and the evil, disordered whispers sounded between heaven and earth. The fat man's eyes showed a trace of confusion, and he subconsciously took a step forward. The ring in his hand suddenly became hot and woke him up.

The fat man's face was uglier than ever.

"The evil god whispers, this is a legendary sacrificer!"

The fat man watched the power rise step by step, and finally rushed straight to the sky!