However, after thinking about it, the mainland forces gathered here, and it was possible that they could be quasi-emperors or even people from imperial-level forces. Even people from imperial-level forces dared not make a fuss here.

In addition, Wang Xing also saw with his own eyes the elves who are famous for their handsomeness, the dwarves who are good at forging irritable personalities, the orcs full of wildness, and the mysterious sea tribe.

The purpose of these races and human races entering the plane ruins is different. The human race is for rune technology, while the dwarves are looking for forging skills lost in the plane ruins of the Xueji God clan.

The elves are looking for the tree of life. The elves have a mother tree of life. Every 100,000 years, the mother tree of life will split a seedling of the tree of life.

It is said that the elves were born from the tree of life. It can be said that the tree of life is related to the life and death of the elves.

Therefore, among the elves, the elves bred by the mother tree of life belong to the higher elves and are extremely rare. The elves bred by the ordinary tree of life are medium elves, while the elves bred by the combination of elves and elves are inferior elves and are the largest in number.

There are less than twenty trees of life in the elves. Some of them were destroyed in war, and some were among the ruins of the Xueji God Clan plane.

When the elves surrendered to the Xueji God Clan, a large number of life trees were sent to the Bloodji God Clan plane for the Bloodji God Clan research.

The sea clan is looking for the biotechnology of the Xueji God clan. They inherited the legacy of the Xueji God clan, and their best dedication is to create various sea beasts.

Struggling forces bordering the ocean often find some strange and irritable sea beasts emerging from the sea.

Finally, there are the orcs. They are purely destructive. Whether it is the rune technology needed by the human race or the things needed by other races, as long as they are touched, there will be only one word, smashed.

In fact, the orcs have no choice. The high-level orcs are too strong to dare to enter the plane ruins.

Most of the lower-class orcs are not very intelligent and have a irritable personality. They know how to fight and kill as soon as they enter the ruins of the plane.

There are also some low-level orcs, such as the fox tribe and the rabbit people, who are relatively smart but have poor combat power and can completely suppress the violent orcs.

Therefore, every time the orcs enter the plane ruins, they will destroy them everywhere. Fortunately, what is needed to open the plane altar is super-level magic crystals, otherwise the orcs will definitely transport low-level orcs to the plane ruins in large quantities.

Two days later, all major forces rushed out of the city and rushed towards the location of the plane altar. Today, when the plane ruins were opened.

As time passed little by little, Wang Xing led Guo Jia to move in the direction where the plane altar was.

"Lord, I suddenly found a problem." Guo Jia said suddenly.

"Wang Xing was stunned and asked back.

"The plane altar can teleport ten people at a time, the problem is that we only have two of us." Guo Jia spread his hands and said.

"Uh, this is a problem." Wang Xing nodded, glanced around, his eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands, "I have it."

"What method?" Guo Jia showed a hint of surprise. He didn't think Wang Xing could come up with any good idea. He just hoped that it was not a bad idea.

"Wait." Wang Xing smiled mysteriously, deliberately kept it a secret, coughed lightly, and shouted to the surroundings: "We only have two people, and there are still eight people. Those who are interested can come quickly, each of them... a super-level demon crystal."

Wang Xing also wanted to ask for a few more super-level magic crystals, but unfortunately, he was halfway through his words and attracted the glare of the strong people around him. It was obviously his approach that touched some rules.

"I dare to enter the ruins of the plane, but I'm not afraid of death."

"That's right, what's the use of two people going in? Maybe they'll be killed as soon as they go in."

"It is probably a newly established small force, and I sent two people in to explore the way."

As soon as Wang Xing finished speaking, a burst of noise sounded around him, and all kinds of ridicule and disdain and persuasion reached Wang Xing's ears.

With the noise, more than a dozen people came out, walked towards Wang Xing, and handed over a super-level magic crystal. They were all from some small forces, and they were not named under the names of major forces. If they wanted to enter, they would probably have to.

Wait for three to five days.

You should know that the opening of the Xueji God Clan plane ruins only last more than a month. If you delay one more day, it means you will get one less point in your harvest.

Wang Xing took eight super-level magic crystals casually and signaled them to stand behind him. As for the unselected person, he looked unwilling, glared at Wang Xing fiercely, took back the super-level magic crystals, and retreated.

This is not a place they can make trouble.

"Not to be the case." When Wang Xing's group approached the plane altar, the caster responsible for driving the plane altar said lightly.

"I don't think carefully about the first time I've entered the ruins of the plane. I hope you don't blame me." Wang Xing bowed and said politely.

He felt a burst of mental oppression from the spell caster, which means that the spell caster in front of him was at least one king-level spell caster, or even an imperial-level spell caster.

"Well, go up!" Seeing that Wang Xing was sincere, the caster didn't want to say anything else, so he pointed to the altar of the plane.

A flash of light flashed, and Wang Xing felt a feeling of chest tightness, shortness of breath, nausea and vomiting. The others were similar. He remembered that he didn't seem to have this feeling when he teleported to the plane of the giant beast before.

Wang Xing finally recovered and quietly released a large group of bees' eyes and began to check the surrounding situation.

They were lucky enough to arrive at a city ruin. Standing among the ruins, Wang Xing looked around.

There was a broken area everywhere, with no decent building at all. There were some bottomless black holes on the ground not far away, obviously made by some kind of weapon.

I looked up at the sky again, and there was no sun, moon and stars here. The whole sky was in a strange white look, looking extremely cunning. At the same time, there were cracks flashing through the void, indicating that the air was not safe.

Retracting his gaze, he did not see the plane altar nearby. Although there are many plane altars in the plane ruins of the Xueji God Clan, it is impossible to accurately locate it due to the influence of the Void Storm.

Therefore, if you want to enter the blood, most of the plane ruins of the gods can only be randomly transmitted. Only a few lucky people will appear on the plane altars in the plane ruins. Those who are not lucky may come to a certain Jedi.

Knowing that the plane ruins are not safe.

"Everyone, there will be a date later." Wang Xing said goodbye to the others and quickly disappeared into the ruins with Guo Jia.

After Wang Xing left, the others were also wary and chose one direction to leave in sequence. Only three strong men looked at each other and ran towards the direction Wang Xing was heading.
Chapter completed!