"Yes, there is a godhead in the place where the gods are buried here." Bing Ling heard Andrew's affirmative answer, and her excitement was beyond words.
Although Xuan Ming was also very excited, he was not from this world after all, so he didn't know what this godhead meant. However, Xuan Ming was a little amused when he saw Bing Ling being so rude. He had never seen Bing Ling look so excited before.
But it was funny, so Xuan Ming still stretched out his hand to pull Bing Ling. When Xuan Ming's hand was pulled, Bing Ling also realized that he had made a fool of himself, and couldn't help but feel a little shy, and slowly sat down, but his face was still flushed with excitement.
Seeing Bing Ling regaining her composure, Xuan Ming looked at Andrew beside him and said, "You know, we are also looking for it."
Andrew looked a little ashamed after listening to Xuan Ming's words. After all, his request was very rude, but thinking that this godhead was about the rise and fall of his race, Andrew couldn't care so much, "I know, but strictly speaking, it doesn't matter to you.
It’s of no use.”
"What? It's useless? This is Godhead, how could it be useless?" Bing Ling interrupted very unhappily. Andrew was going crazy thinking about Godhead, and he even started to fool himself and Xuan Ming.
"It's true. The godhead in the God Burial Land here belongs to the God of Forging. For you, it can only improve your strength, but for us earth elves, it is about the rise and fall of the race." Andrew explained to the two of them.
After listening to Andrew's words, Bing Ling was obviously a little disappointed. If it was really the God of Forging, then it would be of no use to the two of them. Although the God of Forging was equally precious, the direction of cultivation was not to Bing Ling's liking at all.
, this god of forging wants to practice forging, but Bing Ling has no interest in forging at all.
Xuan Ming was very interested, of course not in forging, but in these gods, "Oh, Chief Andrew, can you tell us? Tell us about the God of Forging and your race."
Andrew didn't expect Xuan Ming to be interested in these things, so he organized his words in his mind: "We, the earth elves, were born to guard this place where gods are buried, and those buried here are those who unfortunately died in the war between gods and demons thousands of years ago.
The God of Forging, we have been guarding him for almost ten thousand years now, hey..."
"Then since you want to get the Godhead, can't you go and get it yourself?" Xuan Ming asked the doubt in his heart.
"Haha." Andrew smiled bitterly, "That's so easy. As the guardians of the God Burial Ground, we can't even get close to it. There have been many adventurers coming over the past ten thousand years, but they have all failed."
"why?"
"Because entering the God Burial Land requires a test. If you don't meet the requirements, you will not be able to see the God Burial Land." Andrew also calmed down at this time.
"What test is it?" Xuan Ming's interest was now completely aroused.
"These are three levels, and we don't know the details." Andrew was a little yearning, but also a little helpless. These three levels have been in his clan for thousands of years, and he doesn't even know what they look like. How ironic this is.
Xuanming and Bingling exchanged glances and roughly unified their thoughts. Xuanming said: "I want to know why this godhead is important to you? And what are the benefits of giving up the godhead to you?"
"Are you agreeing?" Andrew was very excited. This was probably his last chance.
"Don't worry, we haven't agreed yet, you should tell us first." Xuan Ming said slowly.
Although Xuan Ming and the others didn't say it clearly, Andrew still heard their meaning from their words. If he didn't agree for the time being, it was because there were not enough benefits. If there were enough benefits, there would be no need to worry about them not agreeing.
"It's like this. We earth elves were born with this God Burial Land, and our duty is to protect this place for ten thousand years. When we have protected it for ten thousand years, the God Burial Land will be completely sealed, and we will disappear accordingly.
"
At this point, Andrew paused, sighed slightly, and continued: "In five years, this land of gods and demons will be completely sealed, and if the race that protects them does not want to disappear, then there is only one way,
That is when a person in the clan receives the inheritance of godhead."
Listening to Andrew's explanation, Xuan Ming finally understood. It turns out that there is a time limit for this god burial place, and there is still a period of ten thousand years.
What’s the deadline?”
Xuan Ming's question made Andrew's face change several times. He didn't want to answer it at first, but after all, he had something to ask for: "The war between gods and demons will last ten thousand years."
"Ah?" A scream came, and Bing Ling looked at Andrew in disbelief: "You mean there will be a war between gods and demons in five years?"
"Yes." Andrew nodded, but obviously he didn't want to say more about the war between gods and demons.
Xuan Ming also saw what Andrew meant. In fact, to be honest, the battle between gods and demons was too unfamiliar to Xuan Ming.
What will the patriarch give in exchange for the godhead of this forging god?"
Andrew was a little nervous when there was a scene. This was the last chance: "We are going to forge artifacts for the two of them in exchange."
Xuan Ming and Bingling looked at each other and were a little moved. The conditions put forward by Andrew were not unattractive, especially for the two people who were in urgent need of weapons. However, in order to maximize their interests, neither Xuan Ming nor Bingling spoke.
Now Andrew was a little anxious, and quickly increased the conditions: "Add two ninth-level spiritual crystals, and three promises from our earth elves."
"Okay, deal." After seeing Bing Ling's signal, Xuan Ming immediately made the decision. Two eighth-level spiritual crystals are enough for him to break through to the third level. As for those three promises, Xuan Ming believes that they will always be useful.
Hearing Xuan Ming's agreement, Andrew breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of whether they could get the godhead in the end, at least they had hope. At this time, Andrew put a smile on his face and picked up the wine jar in front of him and gave it to himself and Xuan Ming.
After filling the bowl, he took the lead in raising the bowl and said sincerely: "You are the most distinguished guests of our clan. I wish you success as soon as possible. I offer you a toast." After that, he drank it in a big gulp.
Xuan Ming got enough benefits, and he was very happy. He toasted with Bing Ling: "Fuck..."
Xuan Ming and Bing Ling were full of joy. They had no idea of the huge danger of going to the burial place of the gods. It was not an exaggeration to say that they had a narrow escape from death.
Andrew looked at the two happy people, and couldn't help but think of the adventurers who had been here for thousands of years. They had never come out since they entered the God Burial Ground. He felt a little unbearable, but he resisted saying it, "Maybe