The statue of the Tiger Clan stood on the cliff between the undulating mountains, scattered and irregular, a pair of eyes as crystal as black jade crystal, and the pupils were clearly visible.

Each statue is engraved with a totemic pattern, and there is a kind of longing in the pupils.

"Ah Huan, look at the eyes of these tiger clan gods are all facing the same direction. ”

Qingyang Huan's eyes followed the words of the turtle immortal, and looked towards the surrounding statues of the tiger clan, and sure enough, as the turtle did not say, although the surrounding mountains were undulating and the strange rocks were craggy, and the location of these statues was also different, but the faces of the gods were all looking in the same direction.

"Deep in the mountains. ”

As one of the Five Saints, the White Tiger Guardian Divine Monarch, the sharpness of the sharp gold of heaven and earth, is said to be the master of murder and knife fighting.

Even under the restrictions of the rules of heaven and earth, the white tiger still can't completely suppress the killing intent in its heart, it lives in the west of heaven and earth, standing tall in heaven and earth, overlooking the vast time and space.

"Obediently, is it really a white tiger in the depths of the mountain range?"

The turtle Buxian's small purple eyes flickered with scorching purple light, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Qingyang Huan followed the guidance of the statue of the Tiger Clan and continued to move towards the depths of the mountain range, along the way between the undulating mountains on both sides, the statues were densely packed, and each of them had reverence in their pupils, looking in the direction of the depths of the mountain range.

Along the way, he also saw some broken spiritual roots in the surrounding mountains, soil pits left after the excavation of spiritual plants, and even some traces left by the fight, broken bones.

Obviously, the mountain range has been patronized by many warriors, and some of the spiritual roots and spiritual plants along the way have been obtained by other warriors, and if you want to get the opportunity, you can only continue to go deeper into it, and of course the danger is becoming more and more terrifying.

Along the way, some smiling warriors who fell into a deep sleep lay in wait all over the wilderness, lying in the mountains like this.

"Ah......h

A miserable scream sounded in the lush forest, this was a king from the command of the Divine Heavenly Court, but at this moment, his eyes flashed with horror, his body was disheveled, and his body staggered out and broke through the spirit wood.

There was a faint illusory divine flame jumping on his body, the flame was burning from the depths of his flesh and blood, from the inside out, and the whole thing turned into a beam of torches, and there was a companion behind him, but he didn't dare to save him.

The illusory divine flame, they can't tell what kind of fire it is, but it can burn the king into ashes, and they have seen several kings, all of whom have nothing left because of the divine flame.

Go, go, go!

Seeing Qingyang Huan appear, the remaining Divine Heavenly Court King took a deep look at his companion who was on fire, and his figure crashed through the divine mist and disappeared without a trace. 、

"Save me, save me......"

The illusory divine flame enveloped the whole body, this king came to Qingyang Huan, every step of the fall of the body will fall after the burning ash residue, after walking to the place where Qingyang Huan is ten zhang away, with a roar, the whole figure fell to the ground, lifeless.

"Samadhi True Fire?"

Qing Yanghuan felt the breath in the illusory flames, but shook his head.

"Nanming is away from the fire. ”

The turtle immortal landed next to the black mark left by the Divine King, sniffed vigorously with his nose, and a purple light flashed in his eyes.

"It is one of the five holy beasts, the Nanming of the Vermilion Bird Tomb Light Divine Monarch. ”

Qingyang Huan also squatted down, looking at the dark marks left after being burned, Nanming knew that there was not only a true dragon in heaven and earth, but also the Divine Phoenix Clan, which was the ancestor of the Phoenix Clan in the Great Wilderness of Mountains and Seas.

It's just that compared to the real dragon, the phoenix clan is even rarer, and it is rumored that there is the strongest person in the phoenix who controls the Nanming fire, and can burn the sky and boil the sea.

"Ah Huan, this is not the Nanming Lihuo controlled by the Phoenix Clan, everyone in the world regards the Phoenix and the Vermilion Bird as the same kind of divine beast, but they don't know how short-sighted their cognition is, the Phoenix is the Phoenix, and the Vermilion Bird is the Vermilion Bird. ”

"Vermilion Bird is a holy beast, the phoenix is a divine beast, there is no comparison at all, how can we talk about commonality? Vermilion Bird is a more noble existence than the Phoenix Ancestor Divine Phoenix, the Nanming Lihuo controlled by the Vermilion Bird is the most powerful flame in heaven and earth, and the Nanming Lihuo controlled by the Phoenix Clan is just a fur. ”

There was an inexplicable light flashing in Gu Buxian's eyes, but it was a flash, and Qingyang Huan didn't notice it because he was observing the Quartet.

"Ah Huan, let's go to the depths and take a look, it's getting more and more interesting. ”

Nodding slightly, Qingyang Huan walked forward again, and the previous Divine Heavenly Court King who was burned to death by Nanming Li's fire caused a chill in the martial artists in the Sifang Mountain Range.

Which one of them entered the mountain range, didn't come to look for an opportunity to create, maybe this kind of death would scare off some people, but there are still many warriors who think that they are lucky enough to be able to go to the end.

The divine mist was shrouded, and Qing Yang Huan's spiritual will probed out, originally with the strength of his Emperor Realm, it was enough to give insight into the entire mountain range, but this mountain range was too weird, and his spiritual will couldn't detect where the edge was.

The most bizarre thing is that in his spiritual perception, there is a vast and boundless time and space in the distance, and it is hazy and unclear, and in desperation, Qingyang Huan retracts his divine sense.

Of course, the divine consciousness is not completely useless, and it can still be perceived within a short distance of a hundred miles, and it seems that the martial artists who enter here have all suppressed their divine consciousness to the same level.

A statue of a god who worships the Tiger Clan stands, with a divine light flashing in his eyes, as if it has illuminated an ancient heaven and earth, worshipping their ancestors.

Soon, Qingyang Huan followed the guidance of the statue of the Tiger Clan and entered a wide valley, where the spirit trees were towering to the sky, and more than a dozen figures were standing, looking like there were older generations of martial artists and younger generations, and the breath on each of them seemed extremely silent.

At this moment, all the warriors were looking towards a stone platform in the middle of the valley, where a thing that looked like a beast's horn was offered, dark and shiny, the size of a hundred zhang, and a circle of purple strange patterns engraved on it.

The horns of the beast burst out with a faint light, and a faint vapor of water burst out, and soon the sound of the water tide sounded in the valley, as if an ocean had appeared, and it was this beast's horn-like thing that triggered all these visions.

Vast, heavy, vast, noble!

At this moment, the warriors seemed to see a magnificent ocean from the horns of the beast, and every time the big wave rolled up, it was secretly in line with the breath of all the people, and gradually the minds of all the warriors were mobilized by it, like the breath of a dormant giant beast.

"This is what exists in the horns. ”

For a while, Qing Yanghuan felt that in addition to the more than ten figures in front of him, there were dozens of figures lurking in the thick divine mist, obviously because of the existence of many martial artists, some martial artists wanted to snatch it and had some scruples.

"Terran?"

Qingyang Huan slowly walked out of the divine mist, attracting the attention of many martial artists.

"Divine Heavenly Court Shaking Divine General!"

"The True God Clan's Eastern Divine Palace, Yao Ji Divine Daughter. ”

"Demon Clan, Heavenly Phoenix Demon Queen. ”

......

Qingyang Huan's eyes flickered, and he immediately captured the identities of these martial artists, all of whom had an extraordinary origin.

Now, after he ascended to the Emperor Realm, the world he saw was no longer the same as before.

After a long time, the heavens and all races have accumulated a lot of heritage, and have raised unimaginable powerhouses, although the true god battlefield is only a corner of the starry sky, but it has attracted the attention of all races, the vast starry sky, the ten thousand races are coming, too many supreme inheritances between heaven and earth have been triggered, and the existence that was difficult to see before has gathered here.

"Venerable Luojia Mountain of the South China Sea of the Jialuo Clan. ”

The eyes swept around, and Qingyanghuan's eyes finally fell on a woman with a compassionate face, there is also an ocean of water in the south of the country of Jialuo, which is called the South China Sea of Jialuo by all ethnic groups, and in the South China Sea of Jialuo, there is a holy place of the Jialuo tribe, Luojia Mountain.

After a while, Qing Yanghuan withdrew his gaze and put it back on the black jade horn on the stone platform.

Similarly, the surrounding martial artists felt the silent aura on Qingyang Huan's body, and after being slightly surprised, they each withdrew their gazes.

"Ah Huan, do you think these people around you are amazing?"

At this time, Gu Buxian suddenly sent a message to him and asked.

"What's wrong?" Qingyang Huan showed a hint of surprise and said: "Most of the martial artists around him have extraordinary backgrounds, and they can cultivate to the king realm, which one of them is not a person with deep luck and vast opportunities, let alone those few." ”

"You haven't told the turtle master that these martial artists are powerful. ”

Turtle Buxian seemed to be very dissatisfied with Qingyang Huan's words, and snorted coldly: "Forget it, you just tell Turtle Master whether you can resist the beating, whether you can beat these martial artists." ”

"Do you know what kind of horn this is?"

Qing Yanghuan, who knew that the turtle was not immortal in his heart, suddenly reacted, the beast horn in front of him should be a treasure, otherwise the turtle master would not ask him so strangely.

"Of course I do. ”

Gu Buxian raised his head, and his small purple eyes looked around.

"Hey, what kind of horn did you just say? ”

In the end, Gu Buxian's eyes fell on the Fuyao Divine General under the command of the Divine Heavenly Court, and the previous Divine General was gushing.

Fuyao Divine General looked at Gu Buxian, then at Qingyang Huan, pondered for a moment, and said loudly: "This divine horn should come from a real divine beast, at least an Emperor Realm powerhouse or even a half-Emperor Realm divine beast. ”

The words of the Fuyao Divine General caused the surrounding warriors to nod their heads, not only that, but they felt that the Fuyao Divine General's account was still a little conservative, and the origin of this divine horn should be even extraordinary.

The Demon Clan's Heavenly Phoenix Demon Queen's phoenix eyes flowed, and the crimson phoenix armor on her body wrapped her concave and convex delicate body, and the Demon Queen's beautiful eyes flowed, and then said: "This should be a divine horn left over from a very powerful existence, maybe a real dragon, maybe a real dragon." ”

Not good!

At this moment, Qing Yanghuan suddenly realized that something was wrong, this little bastard was looking for trouble.

"Ahh ”

For the surrounding martial artists, Gu Buxian directly scolded: "It's not good for idiots to nest at home and cultivate, what kind of big-tailed wolf is here, this is a horn, not a beast horn, this is the toenail of the turtle master." ”