Chapter six hundred and seventy second team up to enter the grave
Inside the Tomb of the Corpse King, the wind roared, and there was darkness. In the distance, several figures swayed closer, stiff and terrifying. There were many broken weapons and some weird items stuck on the ground. Whether they were weapons or other things, they were all rotten.
There was only one shelf left, and the vibrations coming from the ground from time to time made people know that the corpse king's tomb was not peaceful.
"Ho 7e7e" roared, causing several people to stare angrily. A middle-aged man in the crowd hurriedly comforted his mount. In this environment, the slightest carelessness would cause chaos and involve other people.
Linqiu took the lead and walked in front of everyone, followed by Yi Chenfeng, Satan, Yuan Lan and others, all following closely behind, not daring to lose them.
With a shout, a figure rushed towards the crowd, with black claw marks grabbing a pale girl. Just when the shadow was about to catch the girl, Shangguan Lengxing moved with him, and a strange wave pulled the girl away, but
Immediately, his face changed drastically. The power of time was too little to control. The black shadow threw away the girl and grabbed Shangguan Leng. Bang 7e7e, the air flow scattered and the earth shook. Many people stepped back far away and looked ahead in shock.
Shangguan Leng's face was extremely pale, and the explosion map exploded. The black shadow kicked Shangguan Leng away, and then continued to grab at the crowd. At this time, a shocking sword light shot out and drove the black shadow away.
After a few dozen steps, he stood firmly in place.
"It's the corpse of a semi-saint. Be careful," Linqiu warned.
Yi Chenfeng was startled, turned around and said in surprise, "The corpse of a half-saint? Isn't it the corpse of a saint?" The others also looked confused. Everyone knew that Yi Chenfeng had become a saint and could block his sword strike without dying.
He is at least a saint, but a half-saint does not have such strength.
Linqiu smiled bitterly and said, "This is the horror of the Corpse King's Tomb. It is indeed the corpse of a semi-saint, but it has been nourished by the Yin Qi in the Corpse King's Tomb for countless years. It has already undergone mutations and is no weaker than the body of an ordinary saint."
Everyone gasped, a fantasy, the corpse of a semi-saint is comparable to the body of a saint, but what about the corpse of a real saint? Can it be comparable to the body of a venerable?
Boom, the corpse of the half-saint rushed towards Yi Chenfeng, punching out a space rupture, and time was almost distorted. Yi Chenfeng did not dare to be careless. Hengdao immediately blocked the punch and took several steps back. After all, he had just slashed three times from Emperor Yuan.
After advancing to a saint, he was still not used to it. Bang bang bang... a stream of air exploded. As time went by, Yi Chenfeng gradually adapted to the saint's combat power. He turned from defense to offense, and the sword light shot straight into the sky. The corpse king
The Yin Qi above the tomb was expelled thousands of miles away, and the surrounding area suddenly became much clearer. With a bang, the half-saint's corpse was cut into two parts by Yi Chenfeng's sword and melted into the ground.
"Except for your own body, no other power can be used here. Please be careful," Linqiu took a deep look at Yi Chenfeng, especially the tiger soul in his hand, and reminded him.
Satan stood aside quietly, not saying a word, as if he didn't exist. It was easy for everyone to forget about him. Only a few people such as Lin Qiu, Yi Chenfeng, Yuan Lan, etc. would look at him from time to time, with very fearful expressions.
concentrated.
As everyone moved forward, they walked step by step towards the depths of the Tomb of the Corpse King. During this period, they also encountered the corpses of several semi-saints, but they were all solved by the three saints Linqiu, Yichenfeng, and Satan. Not long after, they entered a messy place.
The ground was full of sword marks, the land was broken, the rocks were shattered, and even the corpse of a half-saint fell to the ground. In the distance, a huge crack blew a shuddering wind, and a heart-stopping aura rippled out.
It shocked everyone.
Everyone stopped and stared at the crack cautiously. There was a vicious creature there that even Linqiu didn't dare to be careless about.
Chanting 7e7e, the long sword chanted softly, causing many sword wielders in the crowd to tremble with the sound of the sword. Linqiu's face changed drastically, and he said in a low voice, "The corpse of the saint is still a master of swordsmanship."
At the crack, the phantom of seven long swords suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes, spinning slowly. Someone in the crowd immediately exclaimed "Seven Swords of the Sword Tomb". Linqiu frowned, her face became even more ugly, and she made seven sounds...
The sound of piercing the space shot towards the crowd. Except for Linqiu and other saints, several others were cut down. The shadow of the long sword cut through the void. Yichenfeng jumped into the air. The light of the sword shocked the world, and the seven long swords were cut off.
Cut them off one by one. In the final analysis, they are just phantoms and cannot completely resist the saint. But at this time, Yi Chenfeng was knocked away by a heavy blow. Black energy filled the outside of Satan's body, forming a simple big seal that pressed towards Yi.
Where Chen Feng was standing just now, there was a thin figure standing quietly, exuding an aura of horror.
Boom 7e7e, the ground suddenly exploded, Satan took action without mercy, such pure power of darkness made Linqiu's face change, but now he was not allowed to think about it, he slapped the figure with a palm, exuding extremely chaotic fluctuations outside his body, making people
He was dizzy when he saw it, chanting 7e7e, and the long sword chanted softly again, and together they formed a treasure wheel to fight against Linqiu's chaotic palm power, jumping up and down, and three consecutive collisions made the others pale in horror. Thousands of miles around were destroyed, and Satan took advantage of the situation.
A sneak attack, the black palm print was deeply imprinted on the back of the figure, making a corrosive sound. At this time, Yi Chenfeng's sword light also arrived, and the space was cut into countless pieces, which showed the power of the sword light. Boom 7e7e, three people attacking at the same time is enough to make any
The saint drank his hatred, and a bottomless pit was blown out of place, blowing a dark wind.
There was silence in the Corpse King's Tomb. Only three people were breathing heavily and looking at the ground with pale faces. In the distance, the living people were all frightened. This was the first corpse of a saint they encountered. Since the Corpse King's Tomb
It was called a tomb, and there should be many corpses of saints, and finally, there were corpses of sages. Can they leave alive? At this time, everyone was unsure.
"It should be solved," Linqiu said bitterly.
Yi Chenfeng put away his tiger spirit, his hands were shaking violently. This was the first time since he reached the saint level that he used all his strength. The object was only a corpse, which was already unbearable for him. Facing the sage's corpse, he was getting hairy just thinking about it.
Yuan Lan was graceful and graceful, slowly approaching, looking at the bottomless pit, and said doubtfully, "I don't know if you have noticed, but this corpse seems to have been subjected to an incredible attack. Its limbs are stiff and all the bones are broken."
Most of them have difficulty moving, otherwise how could they be hit by three of you at the same time?"
"It should have been not long ago, not more than a year," Linqiu analyzed.
"It's Sun Quan, only he has this kind of strength," Yi Chenfeng affirmed.
Yuan Lan glanced at Yi Chenfeng and said slowly, "Not necessarily. Maybe someone came before us, but they didn't get through."
Everyone analyzed it but still came up with no results. The power of time here is very small and there is no way to go back in time. Otherwise, it would be easy to know who it is.
Linqiu pondered for a while. Suddenly, he frowned and looked behind him. Others also noticed that someone had come in, and his strength was not low. One of them was a saint.
Three figures approached slowly, two men and one woman, all acquaintances, Baili Piaobang, Dan Laner, and the last one turned out to be Hong Shang's disciple Hong Tiandu.
When Hong Tiandu saw Yi Chenfeng, his eyes lit up and he said happily, "I said my left eyelid was twitching today. It turned out that I met someone from the same profession. I haven't seen you for a long time, Yi Chenfeng."
Yi Chenfeng smiled bitterly. He and Hongtian had met once during Bai Fei's wedding. He just casually asked how much it was worth to rob the hall, and Hongtian took a liking to him and specially introduced him to him.
After discovering the valuables in the palace, the two of them became close friends. For a period of time afterwards, Hongtian came to see him from time to time, either robbing homes or stealing and digging graves. Anyway, he would do whatever was immoral. Although Yichenfeng was unreasonable,
But he didn't want to do those things either, but at that time Hongtian was a powerful member of Emperor Yuan's Four Slashes, and he was not allowed to resist at all, so the two of them had no choice but to establish a strange friendship.
"The Tomb of the Corpse King is a great place. Do you think there will be any ancient burial objects?" Hong Tiandu said that he couldn't do without stealing, and staring at the tomb on the ground had a bad association.
Yi Chenfeng said hurriedly, "How could there be any burial objects? Let's leave as soon as possible and don't stay any longer." He was afraid of this Hongtian capital.