"No, Xiao Jinpeng and the others have entered. No, there must be a divine treasure in the Tianzang Mountain, and they cannot get it."
A monk shouted loudly and took out a blood-red flag. The runes were burning on it, and strange light kept flashing. The strong treasure radiance emitted, which was obvious to him as a powerful magic weapon.
The monk, with a roll of flag, wrapped himself up, and under the protection of the blood flag, rushed directly into the empty sea of yin wind.
Hissing!
A large yin wind blew directly on the banner, and a rich blood light burst out. It stopped abruptly in just two breaths and was directly crushed. As for the monk, his corpse was absolutely gone!
The tragic scene directly shocked others. The stone table pictures that flashed from time to time in the core of the violent storm were clearly imprinted in their hearts. Everyone knew that as long as they could pass through this ocean of yin wind, there would definitely be peerless treasures waiting for them to harvest.
Under strong greed, reason is actually of no use. Everyone has a lucky mentality and thinks that they are definitely more defensive than others.
Boom boom boom boom!,
Almost a moment after Wang Qian and the others left, more than twenty monks rushed into the Yinfeng Ocean unwillingly. Each monk took out his most powerful defense means, and various magical weapons emerged one after another, but the result was very miserable. No one could stay in the Yinfeng Ocean for three breaths, and they were all strangled into pieces by the strong wind blades, and even the body was not left. Even the flesh and blood on their bodies were mysteriously absorbed by this space, and then the stronger yin wind blew out.
Among these more than 20 monks, there are even two of them in the realm of the God Transformation. They can be called venerables in the demon clan, but they are no exception and are also strangled.
In a short period of time, this bloody and tragic scene directly scared the monks in the hinterland of Tianzang Mountain who were constantly rushing to the sky, and no one easily stepped into the ocean of yinfeng.
Wang Qian and his wife naturally didn't know all this, and they didn't care about it either. Cuiyun Peak, the ancient magic weapon, entered the ghost yin wind, and the next moment, was cut wildly by the ubiquitous storm blade. A series of sparks flashed on the mountain as big as a palm.
call!
After breathing a long sigh, Wang Qian finally felt relieved. Even though he had great confidence in Cuiyun Peak, the storm blade in front of him was too weird, so naturally he was not sure. But now, Cuiyun Peak can definitely resist the countless strangulations around him.
"Haha, Brother Wang, your magic weapon is indeed powerful, and even the ghost yinfeng can't do anything to you. This is the real magic weapon. Unlike me, the most powerful magic weapon is just a top-quality treasure!"
Xiao Jinpeng looked envious. He was completely convinced of Wang Qian's inconspicuous mountain magic weapon.
boom!
While the few people were chatting and laughing, the surrounding blue space trembled violently.
As the owner of the magic weapon, Wang Qian could naturally see the situation outside and took a breath.
Now he has penetrated into the ghost yin wind, escaped from the area where the wind blade strangled, and entered the real storm area.