As the seal loosened and finally collapsed and exploded, taking away the lives of some throne-level experts, many foreign experts who were still excited suddenly stopped their restless hearts and looked at the temple sealed by the Dragon Clan with horrified expressions.
"How powerful is this dragon clan that can still have such power after being annihilated?" Chu Tiannan stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the chaotic scene below, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.
This dragon clan is indeed the strongest existence in the original universe. Even after being annihilated, it is still able to arrange such a huge seal, which is really unbelievable.
Bang!
After the seal swallowed dozens of throne-level experts, it felt that its power had reached its limit, and finally began to dissipate, disappearing like smoke and leaving everyone's field of vision.
"Hmm? The restriction disappeared?"
At the same time, when everyone saw that the entrance to the guardian dragon temple no longer had the powerful seal, but now that they had learned from the past, many of them were a little bit mentally disturbed.
After all, dozens of powerful throne-level men were mercilessly devoured just now, and even the chance of resurrection was impossible. Who wants to let their life go to waste?
"Haha, now everyone is trying to avoid the enemy. No one dares to be the first to take the lead." Standing on the top of the mountain, Ming Tian Xing looked at the Dragon Clan Temple with a sneer on his face. He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. He really wanted to know the specific location of the temple where the Holy Treasure was born.
While Ming Tian Xing was speaking, he did not forget to look at where the human race was, and the sneer on his face became even worse.
For them, in the eyes of the outside world, the Nether Clan is a rebellious ethnic group of the human race. This crime has always been a stain on the Nether Clan.
Even though the Nether Race has now grown into a peak ethnic group, they still cannot get rid of their human identity. Even if the alien races are afraid of the Nether Race, they still subconsciously believe that the other party has rebelled from the human race.
"Wait, wait, wait until I get the holy treasure from the Dragon Clan Temple. I wonder if any of you dare to say that I, the Nether Clan, am a human being?" Ming Tian Xing said in a solemn heart.
"Ming Tian Xing seems to be looking at us, which is interesting. He thinks we can't help but go in first?" Huang Tianzao crossed his arms and looked calm and idle, not in any hurry.
"Haha, you want us humans to help them find the way? They think too well." The Lord of the Five Emperors City laughed and shook his head.
"He really thought that our human race would be anxious to enter the temple, and those brats from the Underworld tribe also thought it was too interesting." The Pope couldn't help but laugh at this moment.
While others were talking and laughing, Chu Tiannan looked at the barrier where the seal had been completely loosened. For some reason, he felt that something was calling him inside the temple.
"King Yoonlisa... my king's lord... your people need a great king!"
For some reason, Chu Tiannan couldn't help but take a step back because he heard the incomprehensible sound again.
Whoops!
However, to other throne-level experts, the sound heard by Chu Tiannan was like an evil wind blowing out of the temple again. The evil wind was so strong that many people threw themselves into fear and retreated in an instant.
To avoid recurrence of previous tragedies.
Phew!
At that time, at the entrance of the temple, a low wave of breath was blown out again, like the breathing of a dragon. It sounded more like it was mocking everyone, mocking everyone as cowards.