Time finally passed, and after three days, the headquarters of the Temple of the Underworld sent a very powerful guy to take away the three guys, including Yan Xiu.**%%*

In Yan Xiu's opinion, that guy's strength is definitely above Lexus, and this is absolutely unquestionable. It is not only reflected in the always strong Lexus, but also in the terrifying space combat skills he used when he took Yan Xiu and the others away. In an instant, Yan Xiu was converted into a sealed room ignorantly.

When Yan Xiu came back, he found that in this room, besides him, there were nine other guys. Each guy had a strong aura, and none of them were weaker than the ninth level of the demigod. Among these nine guys, except for one who came from the same branch hall as him, he did not know any of the remaining eight Yan Xiu.

"Babys, the guys who are in the same room with you are your 'comrades' for some time in the future. For a long time you have come to the Kingdom of God, they and you may be your only support. Of course, you can also ignore them. After you come to the Kingdom of God, you choose to fight each other. This is the most manly tactic of the tactic of the stupidest guy. Of course, I understand it as the tactic of the stupidest guy." Yan Xiu had just recalled, and a heavy voice came out. Yan Xiu recognized this voice, which was the voice of the guy who brought them.

"But, no matter whether you are smart or stupid, you must listen to my words. If you also think that facing an unknown place and being united is much better than fighting alone, then there is still one night left for you. This period of time is enough for you to confirm who is qualified to lead you to become the captain of your team. Well, that's all I said, and the next thing is your own business."

Then, the sealed room fell into silence, and in the whole room, there were only ten undead of different races looking at each other.

Yan Xiu was also watching at this time. His attention to the undead in this room was limited to four of them.

One is a lich with a deep and restrained aura, the other is a black werewolf with a violent aura of two or three meters high, and the other is a half-man and half-horse holding a long bow and arrow. The last one is an extremely fitted dress. He is elegant in his behavior and can tell at a glance that he is an extremely typical blood clan.

The auras on these four guys were either obscure or ostentatious, but without any surprise, they all gave Yan Xiu an extremely powerful feeling. Yan Xiu originally planned to fight alone, but after seeing these four guys, he changed his mind.

It is not just because the aura of these four guys is terrifying. Although their aura is terrifying, they are still not as strong as Yan Xiu. If two of them are in the same position, they will have the strength to compete with Yan Xiu. None of them is Yan Xiu's opponents when fighting alone. Yan Xiu is still very confident about this.

What really changed Yan Xiu's mind was largely due to the attitude of the mysterious and powerful guy towards the formation of the team and the complete unknown of the Kingdom of God that was about to come.

A simple truth is that it is always good to have a sense of awe for an unknown place.

"Hey, I said, that adult said so. I think we should form a team. What the adult said will never be wrong."

In the dull aura, the werewolf spoke first, with a heavy voice with a hint of irritation, but when it comes to the mysterious strong man, he respected him very much. This respect was extremely pure, obviously completely from the heart.

"Okay, but who will be the captain?" As soon as the werewolf's voice fell, the guy from the centaur tribe who seemed to be weak and might be extremely rare to blush with the Centaur tribe, said, "I just opened my mouth and used gunpowder to smell, and obviously I have some ambitions for the captain's position.

"Of course it's me, can it be you?" The werewolf's temperament was obviously extremely irritable. Hearing his face changed, his face was extremely ferocious, obviously he was extremely dissatisfied with the ambition of the Centaur tribe.

"You? I don't think you have the right to overwhelm me and be my leader!" The very beautiful and weak face of the Centaur clan twitched, and glanced at the werewolf with a slant, his tone was full of disdain.

"Is that so? Then I will prove it to you!"

The werewolf's face became extremely ugly at this moment, and a violent aura surged out, which was extremely terrifying. Apart from Yan Xiu and the guys he had noticed before, the remaining five people, including the guy who came with Yan Xiu, all trembled all over, obviously unable to resist such a terrifying aura. In terms of combat power, it was far inferior to that werewolf, which indirectly proved that Yan Xiu's vision was still a little unique.

"Silly guy, come on!" The Centaur tribe did not show any weakness. The long bow in his hand danced, and he pointed at the werewolf. A sharp aura thrived out, with a murderous aura that was extremely murderous.

The two auras were stirring up a great battle, and Yan Xiu came to the middle of these two guys lightly at this moment.

"Skeleton, get out of here!"

"Do you want to die of a skeleton?"

"Yan Xiu flashes, dangerous!"

The moment Yan Xiu stood up, the whole room became lively, and sounds came over. Soon after, the sounds were like being strangled by someone's throat, extinguishing the sound, and replaced by incredible gazes.

"I think it's perfect for me to be the captain of our team. What do you think?" In the room, Yan Xiu's body was so powerful that it seemed that he shouldn't belong to the demigod level, and he suppressed the aura of werewolf and centaur, and said with a proud attitude.

The next thing is simple.

With strong strength as the basis, the captain of this team undoubtedly fell on Yan Xiu. Even if the blood clan seemed to have any dissatisfaction, it would not be possible to change this result.

In the following period, Yan Xiu, who confirmed the captain's position, learned some basic situations of his team members with a strong attitude.

Chesco, Dark Werewolf, Demigod Ninth Level, Flame Attribute, Good at Melee.

Joelleton, a lich, a demigod, is proficient in four-type magic of fire, ice, thunder, and earth, and is undoubtedly good at long-term attacks.

Rekrutton, Centaur tribe, Demigod Ninth Level, Archer, Darkness, Wind, Far Battle Proficient.

The last one who was concerned about Yan Xiu was Lei Ruo Yivas, a demigod ninth-level blood clan. If he had any skills, this family was even more uncooperative than the previous three. At least the first three had some information about his basic information. This guy completely threw out the information of the blood clan that people were familiar with, and then he stopped cooperating with him. His expression was very arrogant, and he obviously disagreed with Yan Xiu's identity as the captain.

Faced with such a situation, although Yan Xiu frowned, he also knew that this time was not the time to show the captain's majesty, so he did not take any action against the blood clan.

Soon, one night passed, and the barely built team was led by Yan Xiu, and walked out slowly in a sudden passage...

Underworld, the city of death.

On a very large hall, there were a very long and gloomy table with a dark color, a few seats sat loosely on one side. Although the other side was a little neat and a little more numerous, a long section was also vacant.

At one end of the table, Yan Xiu's death clone was sitting on a big golden sword.

But now he is in a very bad mood. This is very good from the fact that it is not a terrifying aura that is faintly transmitted from him.

On the left side of the long table is the side with a small number of people. Most of the guys here don’t look at the Death clone. Even if they occasionally turn their eyes to the Death clone, the eyes under the wide hood seemed to be full of fun.

The existence on the other side has a much more correct attitude. One by one, the guys wearing seven-layer clothing similar to the Death Clan, sat upright, each with a positive attitude and a calm breath. Although they did not look at the Death Clan, they were already better than they could be compared to each other.

The two ends of this long table are a microcosm of the distribution of forces in the City of Death.

After countless years of hidden world, the City of Death is no longer the same city as before. Especially when the leader is lost, the belief in existence in this city has been torn into two parts.

One is the loose side. The guys on this side have already had doubts about the inheritance of the God of Death and the legends left by the ancient city of Death. Most of the guys on this side are newly grown guys, and have never experienced the most glorious era of the God of Death. They have no deep understanding of the word God of Death. It is even more impossible to establish a belief. He may still have faith in it, but the object of their belief is no longer the illusion of the God of Death, who has never seen before, but the sickle in their own hands.

Of course, it is impossible for this faction to be just the few loose ones. There are more guys in this faction and they do not want to participate in this so-called meeting.

Not only this faction exists, but even the conservative guys have a large group of people who have not come.

They did not come because their belief in the God of Death is no longer firm, but because they believe that the current God of Death clone still has the qualification to transfer their divine clone to him. At least not now!

In such a situation, the City of Death undoubtedly proves that the City of Death is not so easy to host. Even if the Clan of Death has the most authentic heritage, whether it can climb up is still an unknown for him.

However, the clone of the Death God is Yan Xiu's clone after all. In the chaos in front of him, he did not retreat at all, but was ambitious.
Chapter completed!