"That's...the breath of the artifact??"
"The sacred bronze divine sword, one for each person? This, this..."
"It's over! Dead!"
"How could such a thing happen?"
"The Emperor Burial Spirit Clan only has six or seven artifacts, right? Are the artifacts free of charge? Or are they made in a unified format?"
But the next moment!
All living beings saw a scene they would never forget!
Above the void.
Ye Wuque still raised his hand.
make a fist!
boom!!
The dozens of members of the Shou Shen clan who had just rushed out holding bronze swords were beaten to death again!
There is no difference from the previous batch.
It was as if what they were holding in their hands was not a divine weapon, but scrap metal.
Blood mist transpired, dyeing the void red.
"Huddled in the depths?"
Ye Wuque submerged Leng Lie and stopped staying. The golden dragon flew and rushed directly to the depths of the unknown area above the head.
Only the horrified creatures on both sides were left, staring blankly. Even those from the Shou Shen clan felt as if they had been struck by lightning.
Shrouded in clouds and smoke.
It's like a heavy fog, covering the sky and the earth.
The golden dragon bared its teeth and claws, tearing apart everything.
These clouds and smoke do not come from the void, but from... below!
It seemed as if it steamed out from the head of the ancient corpse.
Ye Wuque, who was running quickly, suddenly stopped and looked forward.
At the end of the line of sight, a tall figure wrapped in a strange robe appeared in the mist!
Ye Wuque, who had always had a cold gaze, stared at the sudden appearance of the figure dressed up as a guardian clan, and his eyes suddenly narrowed!
brush!
The opponent suddenly rushed towards Ye Wuque.
Ye Wuque's place... also moved!
A dodge!
The void roars and the fog steams.
With a tearing sound, Ye Wuque passed by this tall and slender figure.
The claw swung by this tall figure missed!
Ye Wuque did not launch an attack.
Instead, he was holding a strange robe in his hand. The strange robe on this tall figure was torn off by him!
Ye Wuque looked back.
The tall figure also looked back!
A handsome face was revealed, and it turned out to be...
Xuanyuan Qingtian!
But at this time, Xuanyuan Qingtian had an expressionless face and cold eyes, staring at Ye Wuque as if he was looking at a dead person.
Right now!
In the clouds and smoke in all directions, a strange and old voice suddenly sounded, as if it was everywhere, echoing, with cold murderous intent!
"I smell too much of the blood of our warriors on you!"
Chapter completed!