Return from the second dimension

The Seventh Continent is like a giant ship, shuttled in the chaotic sea, the speed is as fast as lightning.

The friction that should have existed has been offset by special means. This is the key to the movement of the Seventh Continent.

The monk on the land looked at the sky blankly, with confusion and trepidation.

They don't even know where the ship caught in the wind and waves will drift, and what fate awaits them?

The goal pursued by practitioners is to get rid of the constraints of rules and truly control their own destiny.

But at this moment, the monks felt at a loss and helpless, as if everything they pursued was a joke.

Facing the suppression of the gods, they are ants, and they have no resistance at all.

Once upon a time, when mortals faced themselves, were they so desperate?

Time passed slowly, and the Seventh Continent was in the Sea of ​​Chaos.

According to the monks' speculation, this part of the journey must be extremely long, so that they can avoid the search and exploration of the seven expressions.

There are also many monks who are quietly accumulating strength, ready to give it a go at a critical moment.

But this is in the case of death, but the monks will never do this if there is a silver lining.

Even ants cherish their lives.

Like other monks, Tang Zhen sat quietly among the ruins, surrounded by the treasure hunters who followed him.

At this critical moment, the team monks gathered spontaneously, hoping to resist even greater catastrophes.

This humble persistence made the monks moved and bitter, and finally turned into a long sigh.

They followed Tang Zhen, and they were actually just one last fight.

But even in the past battles, Tang Zhen established an image of invincibility, but the monks were still worried.

After all, their enemies are too strong to resist.

In the following time, the monks on the seventh continent passed in silence.

Until a certain moment, the sea of ​​chaos suddenly broke open, and a huge space unfolded before his eyes.

The monks were shocked, and they looked around, and then they were stunned by what they saw.

This endless space seems to have been deliberately destroyed by people, and there are many lands of different sizes suspended.

Close observation will reveal that these lands were not destroyed by humans, but naturally generated in chaos.

Such a special environment is definitely not born, but constructed by man.

If you think about your own experience, the monks can't guess the true origin of these lands.

It was clearly these bandits, looting everywhere, and then piled up together!

The entry of the Seventh Continent caused great movement.

Each piece of chaotic land itself will automatically form a space, repelling the approach of chaotic air.

After the entry of the Seventh Continent, the space expanded again, and it is now comparable to the Shenting Continent.

The turbulent scene, as if opening up the world, looks extremely spectacular.

Seeing this spectacular scene, the monks were stunned, not knowing how to describe their feelings.

If you didn't see it with your own eyes, who would dare to believe that there is such a world in the chaos!

Looking at the scale of the chaos space, even if it compares the various gods, it is absolutely not inferior.

With the sound of a drum, the Chaos Giant stopped moving at the same time.

The chains hanging on them fell off at the same time and fell heavily to the ground.

From above the surrounding land, cast icy eyes, examining the monks on the seventh continent.

The monks who were onlookers indifferently looked like beasts in the zoo, with inexplicable fear rising in their hearts.

Soon they saw huge figures rising from the land.

The breath that belonged to the gods was released without any cover.

The trembling monk is counting silently at this moment, estimating the number of gods.

As they counted, the monks lowered their heads, not daring to take another look.

No one thought that at the end of this weird journey, there would be so many gods waiting for him!

The monks were still wondering, if they had a chance, they would try to escape from the clutches.

But at this moment, he completely cut off this idea.

In the face of so many gods, thinking of running away is simply a dream.

At the same time, on the Seventh Continent, a number of figures appeared one after another.

There are nine ways in total, exuding an oppressive atmosphere, making the souls of the monks tremble.

No one knows where they were hiding before, and they didn't even show the slightest breath.

Soon there was another figure, with a stronger aura of oppression, appearing above the seventh continent.

This is a pinnacle high-level god general, but also the builder of the spirit realm, belonging to the enemy's last line of defense.

Levitating in the sky, He glanced at the millions of monks in the giant city with an extremely indifferent gaze.

In the next instant, the God Spirit Realm of the Seventh Continent was completely disintegrated and disappeared.

"Up to now, I still have a fluke mentality. I really think I can't help you?"

There was a voice with sarcasm in his tone.

It was the god general who always stood on the bright side and confronted the guarding god, now looking towards the center of the giant city.

Obviously from the beginning, he has been acting, otherwise the guarding god would not be able to live until now.

Now that the journey has come to an end, the game is over.

The enemy did not continue to attack, but gave the guarding spirit a chance to take the initiative to surrender.

There are only two options for guarding the gods, either decisively surrender or be killed on the spot.

After a short while, a figure appeared, with a slightly gloomy expression.

Although it was dressed as an ordinary monk, he knew that he was the guardian deity when he sensed his breath.

He looked at the surrounding figures, shook his head and gave a wry smile, then let out a long sigh.

A mysterious rune suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the guarding god.

From the beginning to the end, the guarding god did not choose to resist, but let the rune lock himself.

With the existence of this rune, the guarding deity will be imprisoned, and there is no need to worry about fleeing here.

There was another loud voice, suddenly resounding, echoing on the seventh continent.

"You monks, there is only one choice now, and that is to accept the imprisonment and become a servant of the gods.

The purpose of this is to ensure that you will not run away and go to the court to inform the secret.

After accepting the imprisonment, you can still search for treasures in the Chaos Sea as before, or accept tasks in exchange for rewards.

In this world, you can exchange anything, even the materials monopolized by the great gods, can also be freely traded and purchased.

And when you have accumulated enough combat exploits, you will have the opportunity to obtain the godhead and become a true god!

In addition, I want to tell you that after accepting the imprisonment, you will have the ability to come back from the dead.

No matter what the reason is, they can be resurrected in the Resurrection Pool, and their cultivation strength will not be affected in any way!"

The voice of the god who was speaking was full of bewilderment, making the monks who were panicked and yearning.

Although he was persuading, he could clearly feel the overbearing in the voice of this god.

Just because he knew very well that the monks today actually had no choice.

This is indeed the case.

For these monks, the concept of camp is not particularly obvious, and everyone belongs to the Gulan God Realm.

The place of Gulan God Realm is controlled by the major gods, and monks will be free bodies unless they actively join the gods.

But from now on, if they want to survive, they must join this mysterious organization.

It's no problem to join the organization. The problem is that this organization confronts the seven great gods and just hijacked a chaotic continent.

Once the two sides fought, they would definitely be endless.

At that time, as a member of the organization, he must be on the battlefield.

If you refuse to join, you will definitely die.

At this moment, the monks had only one thought flashing, that is, hoping that the Resurrection Pool was not deceiving.