This is the anger of the public, and it is the Tianjiao of most of the forces in Zhongzhou and the Southern Wilderness, which is equivalent to offending all these forces.

Sure enough, all the people in the field were all from all ethnic groups and sects, and in the face of Chen Zimeng like this, it was really difficult not to be angry, and they all flicked their blades, intending to rush forward.

It's just that Chen Zimeng shook his head, stretched out his hand to hold an ancient relic order, it seemed that he was going to directly enter the portal of the flame group next to him, and the young man of the Fire Dragon Department couldn't help but be in a hurry, and stopped the monks around him again and again, and said loudly: "Chen Daoyou, what do you want? ”

Chen Zimeng stopped, looked at the young man in the Fire Dragon Department, and remembered that he hadn't even asked his name for a long time, so he smiled and said, "Brother Dao's name?"

"Fire Dragon Department, Wei Hai. ”

Wei Hai was full of smiles, looked around, but thought in his heart: A group of fools, surrounded by thousands of ghost soldiers, at this time, who can still call back to find the ancient relic? It is simply stupid to want to offend the person in front of him.

Chen Zimeng nodded, and asked with a pleasant face, "Brother Wei Dao, I don't know what you can give me in exchange?"

Wei Hai thought for a while, took out a storage bag, and threw it forward without hesitation, Chen Zimeng reached out and took it, and his mind poked out, and then he was very surprised, but there was no expression on his face, he nodded, waved his hand, and a token shot out, and Wei Hai took it.

After confirming that the token in his hand was not fake, Wei Hai didn't even look at Chen Zimeng, turned around and walked elsewhere, obviously, he was very smart, but because of Chen Zimeng's robbery, he was very unhappy.

Seeing Wei Hai walking away, the monks fell silent, about a dozen monks, jumped up, and killed Chen Zimeng, Zhang Qiancheng didn't move, but he sneered in his heart: Looking for death.

Chen Zimeng stretched out his hand unhurriedly, and without using the beacon fire, the flying swords that resisted the flames of the Styx River popped out three times, circled around, and slashed towards the people who were killed, only in a moment, all the monks who were killed died and fell into the Styx below.

Chen Zimeng was very skillful and raised his finger a little, and on the dead monk, the storage bag flew out and landed on Chen Zimeng's hand, without looking at it, he put it away directly, with an indifferent expression on his face, which looked extremely normal.

The monks around him were angry, but after looking carefully, Chen Zimeng did not wade across the Styx, he stopped in the middle, suspended in the middle of the Styx, and was really offensive and defensible, occupying an advantage.

Downstream, a hundred zhang away, many monks quietly crossed over to the Styx, intending to attack Chen Zimeng from here, but what they didn't expect was that the Styx flames rolled under their feet, and they used all their resources to avoid death.

So the people who had no choice but to look up at Chen Zimeng blankly, the magic weapon on their bodies, what was superfluous, how could the rest come out to replace the ancient testament.

took it out, it must have caused blood to fall from their bodies, so someone began to bargain, Chen Zimeng seemed to have no change in expression at all, who spoke, just listened like this, and made comparisons in his heart from time to time.

About three quarters of an hour passed slowly, many people accepted their fate and took out valuable things, but Chen Zimeng did not refuse to come, no matter what it was, the mind swept over, and made sure that there were no secret tricks left, they all accepted it, and did not pick or pick it up.

Zhang Qiancheng stood aside and watched coldly, during which not far away, Wei Hai made some efforts to summon a gate that was indistinguishable from the flame portal next to Chen Zimeng, and ignored everyone and stepped in.

The Tomb of the Ancient Emperor.

Chen Zimeng's heart moved, pondering whether to put these people in, but he quickly made up his mind to use the ancient testament to make a fortune first, and then let these people go in and explore the way for themselves, who knows what danger there is inside.

So with a wave of his hand, more beads flew up in the storage bag, and even the beacon fire was handed out, and all the swords were shattered, turning into an ancient relic and floating in the air.

Asking for it, handing over a storage bag, hundreds of people in the field kept arguing with Chen Zimeng, and some people continued to exchange ancient testaments and stepped into the tomb of the ancient emperor.

So more people exchanged, so more magic weapons fell into Chen Zimeng's hands, the waist storage bag was full, Chen Zimeng put it all in his arms Qiankun bag, suddenly, he felt that the Qiankun bag given to him by Yan Lao was simply too suitable for him.

Yu Si was a little anxious, and after rummaging through it, he took out a storage bag and threw it to Chen Zimeng, but Chen Zimeng threw it back, followed by a token, Yu Si was a little surprised, but Chen Zimeng didn't say a word, and didn't even look at her.

Yu Si wanted to speak, but was pushed away by the rest of the monks who were busy replacing him, so he suppressed the surprise and gratitude in his heart, and Yu Si bowed away and walked away.

In half a day, most of the 300 people present left, all of them used the ancient testament to enter the tomb of the ancient emperor, and those left in the field were also constantly communicating with the ancient testament, and as time went by, more and more people left.

Zhang Qiancheng was still standing, staring at Chen Zi Mengwang, Hu Xin was a little embarrassed, glanced at Zhang Qiancheng, and wondered whether to exchange the ancient testament, if he exchanged, he would inevitably offend his friends, if he didn't exchange, coming here would be equivalent to coming in vain.

Just when Hu Xin was full of confusion, Chen Zimeng looked here, holding an ancient relic in his hand, his eyes were cold.

After being silent for a long time, Chen Zimeng patted the storage bag on his waist and took out the last three beads, which were not broken, but just shook his hand, and two of them were thrown at Hu Xin and Zhang Qiancheng.

"At the beginning of Qingfeng Mountain, I destroyed your storage bag, and at that time, there was also an ancient testament in your storage bag, which was sold by me, and this should be returned to you. ”

After speaking, Chen Zimeng didn't look back, and walked straight into the door next to him, countless flames flashed, and they rushed one after another, and thousands of flying swords on the Styx River clicked, turning into a sword pill very quickly, and falling into Chen Zimeng's outstretched palm.

After Chen Zimeng left, calm returned to the Styx, the red flames slowly faded, and they returned to the previous green river, still full of iron stench, which made people feel disgusting.

Hu Xin looked at Zhang Qiancheng, Zhang Qiancheng nodded, stabbed with a flying sword in his hand, the beads in front of him shattered and turned into an ancient testament, looking at the token in front of him, Zhang Qiancheng's eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In a huge space, countless human figures fell into this place in a flash, and then they were shocked by the sight, only to see that in front of them, a huge grinding disc slowly rotated, in the grinding disc, countless corpses and bones were crushed, and blood flowed down the stone wall of the grinding plate, which was extremely bloody and terrifying.

As soon as Wei Hai arrived here, he was stunned and did not dare to move, and he did not even have the courage to move. Ranwen

Until, directly above the grinding plate, he saw a white-clothed young man standing there with a fan in his hand and a slight fan, squinting his eyes and looking down, countless flesh and blood were crushed, it seemed to be very happy for him, the corners of his mouth were grinning, and there was a hint of laughter in it.

Wei Hai was terrified in his heart, and slowly retreated to the rear, but soon, a huge pressure pressed down, his heart was shaken, and he couldn't move even half a step.

A ray of light flashed, but it only turned around, and then disappeared in an instant, and when the light shone on his body, Wei Hai was excited, but he couldn't move.

Helpless, with a heart full of horror, Wei Hai looked at the white-clothed young man on the grinding plate, only to see which young man slowly turned around, unfolded the folding fan, bowed and saluted, and his words were full of smiles.

"Fellow Daoist, have you eaten?"

When Chen Zimeng walked out, there was nothing except the huge grinding disc in front of him, and the flesh and blood on the grinding disc flew sideways, and the blood fell down the stone wall of the grinding plate, like a waterfall, which was shocking.

But Chen Zimeng didn't react, he looked away after a few glances, and felt a little strange in his heart, where did so many people who came in before?

Suppressed the doubts in his heart, found a direction and flew straight away, after he walked away, Zhang Qiancheng and Hu Xin walked out, looking at the huge grinding plate, Zhang Qiancheng frowned, but after a few glances, he no longer paid attention, Hu Xin was shocked, and it took a while to come back to his senses.

Zhang Qiancheng didn't speak, Hu Xin couldn't speak, Zhang Qiancheng took the lead in finding a direction, his body jumped up, flew away from the wind, and Hu Xin hurriedly followed.

Soon, the space where the huge grinding disc was located became silent, and there was no sound.

Perhaps it was too quiet, a soft whistle sounded under the grinding disc, and in the grinding disc, the sound of countless flesh and bones being crushed gradually sounded, and it became bigger and bigger.

The speed at which the blood flowed down the wall of the millstone became faster and more terrifying, but if you listened carefully, the sound of flesh and bone tearing was mixed with a natural mystical sound.

Above a forest, Chen Zimeng looked at it from a levitation, and there were huge trees as far as the eye could see, and the trees were extremely closely intertwined, and the sunlight could not penetrate them, and all the trees were full of darkness.

Chen Zimeng raised his head very curiously, a blue sky, the sun was hanging high, if he didn't know very clearly that he came to the tomb of the ancient emperor, and he had been to many spaces before, he would mistakenly think that he had gone out.

Stretching out his hands, facing the sun, spreading his palms flat, the sun shining in his palms, Chen Zimeng sighed: The sun is too fake, far from the level.

Also, not everyone who creates a space can have a high quality.

Put down his hand and continue to fly along the front, a bright light flew up, flying along the left side at a high speed, Chen Zimeng looked at it, and the light was wrapped in a crystal.

Chen Zimeng flew over, stretched out his hand and grabbed the crystal, took it in his hand, brought it closer, looked at it carefully, and suddenly a voice came.

"Put it down, it's mine, Chen Zimeng, you don't want to rob halfway?"

Turning his head, it was a bearded monk, the long knife in his hand emitted a cold light, his face was cold, and he looked at the crystal in Chen Zimeng's hand, looking extremely angry.

"This is what I have worked so hard for, you have to find it yourself, and if you don't return it, don't blame me for being polite. ”

Squinting his eyes, Chen Zimeng unceremoniously threw the crystal in his hand into the storage bag, and his words were full of doubts, "Do we know each other?" Besides, how can Chen's things be given to you. ”

"This source crystal is mine!" the monk roared, and the monk was no longer polite, raising his sword and killing.

Chen Zimeng was unceremoniously, snatched the storage bag of the monk in front of him, obtained a lot of source crystals again, accepted them, and walked all the way along the forest, and the monk behind him chased and killed.

Three quarters of an hour later, Chen Zimeng jumped along a mountain range and left straight away, behind him there was a sound of killing, followed by dozens of monks, full of anger, during the flight, Chen Zimeng stretched out his hand, took out a source crystal, looked at it carefully, and was very happy in his heart.

Yuan Jing didn't know what it was for, but it must be of great use, maybe it was related to his search for the ancient emperor's testament, so along the way, whenever he encountered, Chen Zimeng accepted it unceremoniously, but very few of them did it themselves, Chen Zimeng was more looking for those individual monks.

I grabbed the storage bag and broke it, and I got both the crystal and the magic treasure spirit stone.

Finding, very slow, grabbing, coming very fast.

Wei Hai stood in front of a stone, cautiously approaching a source crystal not far in front of him, holding a sword in his right hand, and when he saw the opportunity, a sword was handed out.

What made him happy was that the source crystal fell straight down, and he breathed a sigh of relief, just when Wei Hai was about to reach out to get the source crystal, a gust of wind hung by, Wei Hai didn't have time to react, but his eyes widened, and the source crystal in front of him was gone.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I found that the storage bag on my waist was gone, and I was terrified, but there was a scolding voice.

"Old thief Chen, stop. ”

Looking up, Chen Zimeng's figure flashed away, and in the distance, a large group of monks chased after him with swords.

In an instant, Wei Hai knew what was happening, his eyes were full of coldness, but his body trembled, tightened the sword in his hand, and jumped up.

"Old thief Chen......"