He kept knocking on the surrounding stone walls, but couldn't seem to find the mechanism!
He stopped in front of the huge stone, took out the Ningbi Sword, sneered, and murmured to himself: OK, don't you want me to find the mechanism? I will expose you!
A sword stabbed the stone wall, and the stone wall was suddenly penetrated like paper. With a flick of his wrist, the sword light flowed through a circle, and a round stone wall suddenly fell down and hit the ground.
This turned out to be a small secret room, and the place he cut out was the door. He bent down from the circle and entered, and everything inside came into view.
There was only a large box here, placed quietly in the middle of the secret room. He stepped forward without hesitation, cut off the lock with his Ningbi Sword, and opened the box with the tip of the sword.
He looked puzzled, and there were some uneven spherical things in the box. He looked at it, and finally showed a look of surprise, because he saw the doorway.
Some of these spherical objects emit red light, some blue light, and even purple light.
Especially the ball with purple halo, which is very big, about the size of a fist, and has strong energy fluctuations inside.
This is the magic core!
He was very sure, so he immediately closed the lid of the box, touched it with his hand, and the box entered the tomb of the god.
After doing all this, he carved some words on the spot: The Tiger King is here to visit!
After writing, he left quickly, not even bothering to close the door to the secret room.
Back outside, the sky in the distance is still rumbling.
Because of the God's Tomb, No. 4 has a special telepathic connection with him. No matter how powerful No. 4 is, he can't withstand the attack of so many people, and among them is the terrifying Zhan Tan King.
He no longer stayed, but returned to the Young Prince's Mansion. After changing identities with No. 5, he summoned several people from the Zixuan Sect.
They had been in the room, listening to Mo Wuxie's instructions and not going out, but the powerful roars and faint pressure made them always feel uneasy.
"Stop talking nonsense, King Zhantan's people are almost overwhelmed, let's go help them!"
After saying that, they flew towards the martial arts training ground again.
Mo Wuxie was well aware of the entire battle situation, but the people of Zixuan Sect were shocked.
Within their sight, four of the twelve elders of the Zixuan Sect were split in half, and five were seriously injured on the ground. Now, there are still three elders left, plus some unknown masters from the Zhantan tribe, plus
When I got up, there were eight people still besieging No. 4. Among the eight people, except King Zhantan, who looked better, the rest were slightly injured.
They surrounded No. 4 and started a rough fight, refusing to let No. 4 fight hard. Even so, they were shocked by No. 4's beating. Because, No. 4's chest and back were cut with long slashes.
Deep scars, the pale white flesh turned outwards, green liquid flowing slowly, and even white bones and some internal organs could be seen.
An ordinary person would have died countless times, but No. 4 has no fear. In other words, he is a cold and ruthless killer who can kill anyone as long as his master gives the order.
The more the eight people fought, the more frightened they became. They were very frightened, especially the black sword energy of No. 4, which could bring up huge sword energy every time. That kind of sword energy made their souls tremble. If they were not careful, it would be affected by something terrible.
Death means injury. Therefore, they are very vigilant, constantly fighting, and do not allow No. 4 to have a head-on confrontation.
The appearance of people from the Zixuan Sect made these eight people feel complicated, especially King Zhantan. He wanted Mo Wuxie to help, but he lost the face of the Zhantan tribe and refused to let him help, and it was difficult to defeat him.
this monster
.Especially Jiang Li and others who are still watching what happens below. They have neither intervened nor left. It is obvious that they want to see how the Zhantan tribe will deal with this monster. If they cannot deal with it, they will be really embarrassed.
Got it!
Therefore, King Zhantan could not afford to lose face. He kept fighting hard and even made the old guys in the tribe work hard.
"Crush this monster into thousands of pieces!" King Zhan Tan roared, discontinuing the ongoing fight and instead engaging in a head-on confrontation.
The eight people collectively used their strongest trick, and eight rays of purple and blue light floated towards No. 4.
No. 4 didn't even look at these unique moves. Instead, he raised his magic sword high and struck down hard with one strike.
His sword is still a death scythe, but its aura and power are obviously not as good as before. However, it is not something that some people can resist.
One strike of the sword destroyed the swordsmanship of a peak martial saint. The death scythe had not disappeared yet, but struck down resolutely.
"No--"
The martial saint let out a horrified scream and was drowned by the death scythe. With a roar, not even the scum was left.
It is said that after No. 4 issued the Death Scythe, he was also attacked by seven huge sword energies. Each sword energy was extremely powerful, especially the one from King Zhan Tan, which was particularly terrifying.
King Zhantan was the cultivation level of Emperor Wu. His sickle was like a purple dragon, and he roared towards No. 4 with his teeth and claws open.
Boom, boom! Seven powerful sword skills hit No. 4, and purple-blue brilliance sprayed out in all directions like fireworks.
The seven people looked at this purple-blue light with confusion. Because the light was too strong, their eyes could not penetrate it to see clearly, and they were all afraid, frightened, and uneasy.
Not dead yet?
This is the question shared by the seven of them.
Suddenly, the purple-blue light group was irregular and twisted outwards, and then a sword stretched out from inside, and No. 4 stepped out.
At this time, No. 4 looked very miserable.
All the flesh on his chest disappeared, and his internal organs were destroyed in pieces, like a ball of paste. Half of his head was cut off, his left hand disappeared, and only his right hand still held the magic sword. In his lower body, one leg was hanging down.
Even though it was still alive, it was obviously useless.
But even so, No. 4's life was still not extinguished, and the red light in those strange eyes became even more intense and weird.
"This, this motherfucker is not a human being at all?"
King Zhantan was frightened and screamed in horror. Even if they were not moved by it, even Jiang Li, Jiang Yong and other barbarians on the ground were stunned with horror. This was no longer a human being, this was simply an immortal body.
"How could this happen?" This is what the barbarians asked in their hearts at the same time.
In the sky, the Zixuan sect members who originally wanted to help stopped, but Dongfang Li was still injured and did not follow. There were only eight of them. All eight of them looked dumbfounded, their bodies hanging in the air not knowing whether to move forward or retreat!
Suddenly, No. 4 slashed with his sword again, and a huge black sword energy appeared in an arc and slashed towards the seven people in front of him.
After delivering this blow, No. 4 suddenly exited the battle zone and flew towards Mo Wuxie.
The seven people blocked this sword energy, and all the masters of the Martial Saint suddenly fell into Zhantan City. King Zhantan watched in fear as the pervert turned into a black shadow and flew towards Zixuan Sect and others, but he did not dare to pursue it.
"avoid!"
Mo Wuxie shouted loudly, which woke up eight people from the Zixuan Sect, and the eight people immediately retreated backwards.
He looked at No. 4, who was approaching in a hurry, and decided to finish the scene well.
Suddenly, No. 4 raised the magic sword in his hand and slashed at Mo Wuxie, and the death sickle appeared again.