The Immortal Tomb is shrouded by the power of the universe. There are many large hill-like tombs, gathered together, and they seem to be entrenched like a dragon mountain range. It is majestic, majestic and winding, corresponding to the sun, moon and stars, as if there is life breathing.
This place was originally rich in vegetation, with holy medicines everywhere, and full of vitality. However, due to the ravages of the alien Holy Lord, the land was desolate and desolate for thousands of miles.
At the same time, there was also a chilling aura that swept across the entire Immortal Tomb like a storm.
"A few days ago, another terrifying Holy Lord appeared. He led Holy Lords from other races to launch an attack and wanted to rush out of the Immortal Tomb. However, he was blocked by Ao Chunqiu, the first-generation Holy Son of the Double-Eyed Ancient Clan."
"Ao Chunqiu is so terrifying. Although he didn't kill him, he suppressed the exit. He really wanted to turn Xianling into a hunting ground."
"Nowadays, the Holy Lords of the foreign races scattered throughout the Immortal Tomb are calling for the Holy Lords of their own race, especially the top Stone Spirit race. I am afraid that an immortal being is about to come."
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News spread quickly one after another, making everyone who heard it feel horrified. The entire Xianling Mausoleum was like a pot of chaotic porridge, a turbulent scene.
Everyone knows that Xianling is about to be in chaos, and perhaps an unprecedented showdown will begin.
Some people's holy masters were frightened, fearing that they would be affected, and wanted to withdraw, but they could not get Ao Chunqiu's permission.
Buzz!
Only a few days had passed, and the entire Immortal Tomb was in chaos, the space was trembling, and from time to time, the Holy Lord would come across the sky and descend on this place.
This is the alien Holy Lord. When they arrived here, they all looked at Ao Chunqiu, but they did not take action immediately.
Without enough confidence, who dares to challenge the first generation saint son of the Double-Eyed Ancient Clan?
Ao Chunqiu's expression remained as usual, still sitting firmly like a god, very calm.
At the same time, there are also powerful human beings coming continuously.
The news in the Immortal Tomb has already spread among the human race, and the highly anticipated first-generation Holy Son of the ancient clan power has also been rumored to have traces.
Wow!
A fierce battle broke out somewhere in the Immortal Tomb, and the aura of the Holy Path was boundless, covering the heaven and earth.
Looking carefully, a gray halo spreads out between the sky and the earth, seeming to suppress everything in the world.
Immediately afterwards, a muscular figure with holy wings growing out of its back passed through the air, leaving traces of the holy path, bringing with it a sheet of holy blood of various colors, which surged out in the void. There were three ferocious-looking figures.
Amidst the screams, the Holy Lord's body split open and turned into a ball of blood mist.
The unparalleled power of the Holy Lord surges forward, mixes with the comprehended Holy Way, and dissipates, feeding back to the world.
"Killed three more alien true heavenly saints!"
"Combining the Holy Marks of Pressure with the Holy Wings I cultivated, the power is simply too great." The strong figure stopped, and the Holy Wings behind him disappeared, it was Xiao Ye.
"These three alien true heavenly saints have many good treasures in them."
Xuan Xiao, who was on the side, had already flown over, inspected the fallen Holy Lord's space ring, and took out many holy weapons and a bunch of holy treasures from it, with a look of amazement on his face.
These holy-level treasures are all rare. They were obviously bred from the Immortal Tombs and were forcibly taken away by these alien holy masters.
"Holy Son, it's a pity that these holy treasures are of little use to you." After Xuan Xiao inspected them, he shook his head in disappointment.
How terrifying is the body of Xiao Ye's Holy Son? These holy treasures are just icing on the cake at best.
"Nothing, anyway, we will need it to rebuild Taichu." Xiao Ye looked calm.
These days, he has been hunting in the Immortal Tomb and harvested a large number of holy treasures. The most important thing is——
Contribution value!
His contribution value has reached 450 million!
The ranking improved again, surpassing the Taotie Holy Lord of the Jiuxiao Ancient Clan, but he could only be ranked third!
There are two first generation saint sons of the ancient tribe, occupying the first and second place respectively, and their contribution value is as high as 500 million.
Although it was impossible to find out which first generation saint son the first and second were, Xiao Ye speculated that Ao Chunqiu must be among them.
"In just one month, my contribution value has increased so much. The Immortal Tomb is indeed a suitable hunting ground."
"Besides, fighting against these foreign Holy Lords has a very good tempering effect. I am getting closer and closer to breaking through to the Great Heavenly Holy Lord realm."
The next moment, Xiao Ye set off, preparing to continue hunting.
However, he did not dare to be careless. He was hiding his aura and did not even summon Xiaobai from the Holy World to join the battle.
After all, the Immortal Tomb is very chaotic now, and the Holy Lords of foreign races are coming continuously. Once he attracts a siege, the situation will be very bad.
The space of the Immortal Mausoleum continues to be turbulent, with wisps of holy symbols surging, opening up the long river of time, and foreign holy lords arriving one after another.
"Hmph, the human race is really brave. We are both a top race, but they dare to kill the true heavenly Holy Lord of our race. We are really looking for death!"
At this time, a fierce roar resounded through the sky, causing the sky to shake, and the large tombs in the Immortal Tomb were blown apart by sound waves.
I saw fifteen stone-man-like creatures descending.
Their eyes were extremely cold, and the holy light was shocking. The light shot out hundreds of thousands of miles away, with overwhelming power. They all looked towards Ao Chunqiu.
"Fifteen True Heavenly Stone Spirit Holy Lords!"
"Is the stone spirit race going to take revenge?"
This scene caught the attention of Xiao Ye, who was hunting the foreign Holy Lord in the Immortal Tomb. His pupils suddenly shrank and his figure paused.
This is a top race that can stand shoulder to shoulder with the human race. It is not surprising that so many strong men can be dispatched.
The Holy Lord of the Stone Spirit race is naturally powerful and can be called the strongest person in his realm. Now that fifteen true heavenly beings are taking action together, even Ao Chunqiu will probably take it seriously.
"You stone spirits are the top race, why do you only send stones like you?"
However, Ao Chunqiu just raised his eyelids, and the true heavenly Holy Lord of the Shiling race was reduced to stone in his mouth.
"You little bastard is so arrogant. Do you really think that because you are the first-generation holy son of the Two-Eyed Ancient Clan, you can despise the world?"
"Since we are here, we naturally have the means to restrain your eye skills."
As soon as these words came out, the fifteen Stone Spirit Holy Lords were furious, and their pressure surged into the sky. The stone soul energy that built their bodies surged and turned into a peerless killing array, trying to drown Ao Chunqiu.
"Now that you're here, show up."
"This Holy Son has killed many foreign Holy Lords before, and I feel a little bored. How about you kill these stones?"
Facing such a peerless killing array, Ao Chunqiu remained calm and calm, as if he was talking to himself into the void.
"Haha, Ao Chunqiu, don't you want to expose the ancient pupil technique of your double pupils too much in front of us?"
"Forget it, since this Holy Son is here, let's use our hands and feet."
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As Ao Chunqiu's words spread, the entire Immortal Mausoleum rumbled, just like the Yangtze River sweeping across the sky. The void everywhere lit up, and there was a holy light rising into the sky, and figures filled with the aura of time and arrogance of all living beings stepped out.
At this moment, the holy path wailed, and the peerless killing formation activated by fifteen stone spirit saints collapsed directly. The vast land and the majestic immortal tombs seemed to have been trampled under the feet of the incoming people.
"Are the first generation saint sons of the ancient clan forces... here?" Xiao Ye murmured to himself.