C408 (1/2)
”One sword defeats Wumeng, the young master of beast palace, and kills a peerless Tianjiao of Tianjian gate. To what extent has this unparalleled son's strength been so strong? ” Nine red now dead staring at the entrance of the main mausoleum, eyes full of dignified color. Now it is obvious to all that Hongling, the incomparable son of the world, is powerful. Even the young master of the beast palace was defeated by him. Who else in the audience could say that he could win the monster?
”Jiuchi, let's go! There is no point in thinking about it now. The things in the rosefinch mausoleum are very important to us, so we can't waste any more time. It doesn't matter to us whether the matchless son is strong or not. If he takes something he shouldn't take, he'll die as well Sima Jin did not go to see the dazed Jiuchi, but took Sima's Tianjiao into the tomb.
Tianjiao of the major forces was gloomy and uncertain at the moment, and even became a little timid. There is no doubt that the birth of the matchless son has upset many people's original plans. Perhaps for some big power Tianjiao, this is just a dispensable episode. But for many independent monks, it is a difficult variable to grasp.
”It seems that among the main Mausoleum of the rosefinch, there is another monster. Ji Hengfeng, you say, am I right? Hee hee Yin Shuya now covered her mouth and said to Ji Hengfeng of Tianjian gate, but there was a trace of killing in his eyes.
”Monster? Such is the case! But you're missing a point. There is more than one monster in the mausoleum of rosefinch! And the people who enter here are not all monsters Ji Hengfeng sneered and stepped on the blood on the ground. He walked into the mausoleum with the people of Tianjian gate and didn't go to see the dead Tianjiao.
Seeing that Yan Shuya and the people from Weiyang palace entered the mausoleum, Wumeng got up slowly and walked towards the entrance. Behind him, a group of monks in the beast palace looked very ugly. The unparalleled son Hongling was able to defeat their young master, which made the monk of beast palace feel a little frustrated. But even umon was defeated, what could they say?
”Monster? Hum, the matchless son is not a monster. Ji Hengfeng, they are really ignorant. When they really fight with Hong Ling, they will understand that the word ”monster” is an insult to him Umon shook his head as if to himself. Soon, his whole breath calmed down.
”Little Lord, do you think that you are too proud of the matchless son Hongling?” Wu Meng's side, a friar some doubt asked.
”Do you think so? If you really think so, you'd better have the consciousness of death. Once we really annoy such people, we are afraid that we will not see the sun tomorrow. The reason why all of our beast palaces can stand up to now is that we are arrogant and strong enough. However, the most important point is that we know the current affairs! So, if you want to die, you can ignore me! But don't talk about me, I don't want to die yet
Wumeng smiles, and a trace of desolation flashed through her eyes. In every big era, there are countless monsters. If these people do not die, they will eventually stand at the peak of the era. At their feet, however, are dead bones piled up into mountains. It is a myth forged by the leaders of the same era and even the last one with blood.
These top Tianjiao, these most terrible demons, will eventually fall in the hands of a monster. Their remains, on the other hand, paved the peak of the era, sending the strongest monster to its peak. In Wu Meng's view, there is no doubt that Hongling, the incomparable son who defeated him, is such a existence. That is the existence of the same generation, far from being able to resist.
Before the main Mausoleum of Zhuque, as Wumeng and his party finally stepped into the mausoleum, the whole huge square began to collapse. Those ups and downs of the palace complex, now slowly collapsing. Countless mountains and rivers, even a flower and a tree, are completely turned into powder at this time.
When the dust all over the sky is exhausted, a huge outline finally appears under the void. It was a huge skeleton, like a huge demon bird with open wings. And Hong Ling and others are now entering this huge skeleton. And everything outside seems to be camouflage.
The top of the blood mulberry tree, that huge blood day, now suddenly slowly falling. It fell on the huge branches of the ancient tree, and slowly transformed into the figure of a rosefinch. Those blood halos, at this time rapid liquefaction, forming a thick plasma, the huge skeleton slowly wrapped up.
Walking in the passage of the mausoleum, the five people of Da Chu suddenly felt the strange aura fluctuation in the void. An indescribable frenzy of life is emerging in this passage. Even, this kind of vitality is constantly assimilating the road they walk on under their feet to slow erosion and assimilation.
”Big brother Hongling, why do I feel that there seems to be a strong blood gas emerging in my channel!” The crowd was speeding up their pace. Su Yu suddenly opened his mouth and said to Hong Ling.
Hearing the speech, the boy suddenly stopped. He reaches out his hand and gently grasps in the void, and the dense true Qi disperses from his fingertips and envelops a pinch of air. He condensed the Qi again with his divine sense and slowly shaped it into a small sphere. Soon, there was a thread of scarlet blood in the sphere. What's more terrible is that there is a fierce fire in the blood.”Something's wrong. How could there be such a strong blood in the mausoleum. What's more, there are still huge vitality and laws in operation in these blood gases! ” Hongling looks slightly grim, and suddenly reaches out to draw an arc in the void. Bang! A stone wall beside him was suddenly exploded by his condensing gas blade, revealing its pink flesh and blood. Strands of dark red plasma are pouring out of the flesh and blood.
”How can there be flesh and blood in the wall?” Hong you was surprised and looked at the slowly healing wall in disbelief.
”Try again, and you'll know!” Fat Sun Jia's face is also a little ugly, he clenched his hands into a fist and smashed it on the left wall. Boom! Cracks spread from the stone wall along the surrounding, like a dense cobweb. Soon, the thick and smelly plasma oozes out of it and slowly slides downward.
”How can it be! Have we not entered the rosefinch mausoleum? ” Mo Yue covered her mouth and looked pale.
”Mo Yue, don't make any noise, I seem to hear something!” Hong Ling closed her eyes and poured her vast divine consciousness towards the front, feeling everything in the channel. For a long time, his mind sounded a rumbling sound, just like the mighty momentum of thousands of horses galloping, making people mind concussion.