The people who rushed up were crushed by the strong squeezing, and even the ancestors died several times.

And the bursting blood mist kept burrowing into the nose of the ancient king who was nailed to death!

This slight change happened to be noticed by Ye Wushuang, his eyes condensed slightly, and he secretly thought that this king was about to be resurrected?

"Hurry back!"

With his mind racing, Ye Wushuang took Shen Gongbao and a few people to retreat backwards!

"What's going on, what's going on?"

Looking at the bow of the Northern Emperor that was close at hand, everyone was frightened, and those who rushed up bathed in blood, sobered up a lot, and hurriedly turned their heads and retreated!

Bang!

The faces of the four great candidate Holy Sons also changed drastically, they stepped on the void in one step, and quickly left the high platform at an extreme speed, frightened!

The Emperor Pole Saint Son and the others stayed away from the stone tablet one after another, retreating to the very edge, and their eyes were also firmly fixed on the bow of the Northern Emperor, not daring to act rashly!

"What's going on?"

The Shadow Valley Ancestor had a gloomy face, and the ancient treasure that was close at hand, but he could only look at it, what was that mysterious power?

Ye Xiwen analyzed in a deep voice: "That should be the means left by this dead king, the purpose is to prevent us from getting the bow of the Northern Emperor, he should be the third son of the Divine Dream Holy Lord, Qianqiu Daiyun!"

"That's not right!"

Ye Wushuang spit out lightly, staring at the figure in the blood mist, eating and extracting the blood qi in the blood mist!

"Isn't that right?"

Hearing this, Ye Xiwen's brows sank, and he turned to Ye Wushuang and said, "Do you still have different opinions?"

Suddenly, a group of immortal realm powerhouses such as the Emperor Extreme Holy Son, the Miaoyin Heavenly Maiden, the Wanyan Sect Saint, and the Shadow Valley Ancestor also turned their heads to look.

Ye Wushuang said heavily: "This is not Qianqiu Daiyun, but the culprit who slaughtered Wuyu City!"

"Jokes?" Ye Xiwen sneered, "Since he is the culprit of the massacre of Wuyu City, then why was he killed here, don't tell me, this is Qianqiu Daiyun's doing, if that's the case, wouldn't it be that Qianqiu Daiyun is still alive!"

Hearing Ye Xiwen's analysis, everyone couldn't help but nod in agreement!

"I don't know if Qianqiu Daiyun is still alive, but one thing is certain, he is the culprit who slaughtered Wufu City!"

Ye Wushuang stared at the figure nailed to the stone tablet, according to his guess, the person who was nailed should have come to find the Desolate God Dragon Spring mentioned by the Divine Dream Holy Maiden!

Then, he took the opportunity to destroy the city of Wufu, and then was mysteriously killed here!

In this way, it is not difficult to explain why the Eight Desolate Dragons came to the Wufu Mountain Range, and their purpose should also be to find the Desolate God Dragon Spring.

Unfortunately, it was also weirdly killed!

"Ye Wushuang, what exactly do you want to say?"

Wanyan Zongsheng said in a cold voice.

"An ancient king who was originally dead, and he also wiped out the cultivator and devoured his blood, and the tens of millions of people in Wufu City were not killed by you, who killed them?"

Ye Wushuang stared at the ancient king and said something that everyone was inexplicable!

However, just when everyone was puzzled, the head of the ancient king who had been crucified was slightly raised, revealing a hollow eye, in which two blood-red flames were burning!

Countless blood-colored runes and magic light continued to spill from him, like a sharp and peerless divine sword, dazzling, an ancient magic sound echoed, like a demon god's sacrificial spell sounded in everyone's ears!

The thick black hair flew without wind, and at the center of his eyebrows, a coffin mark circulated with a halo, and it was familiar in front of Ye Wushuang's eyes!

"Burial Celestial Clan!"

And when he saw that coffin mark, Ye Wushuang recognized it in an instant, and his eyes turned cold sharply!

"He's not dead?"

Looking at this sudden and strange scene, everyone's eyelids jumped suddenly, and a heart sank sharply, is this about to be resurrected?

If they are resurrected, it will be absolutely unimaginable for them!

Many people have the urge to run away, but after all, they endured it, there are bloody corpses in all directions, and there is no way, they are still dead!

"Don't worry, this ancient king's corpse won't be resurrected. Wanyan Zongsheng tried his best to suppress his voice and said calmly to the people next to him.

"Boom!"

However, as soon as Wanyan Zongsheng's voice fell, a powerful will fell from the sky, pressing everyone's bodies to sink!

In the eyes of that ancient king, two blood-red flames gradually spread out from the depths, like two bright lights that would not be extinguished, and the blood-colored light illuminated the heavens and the earth, reflecting everything in blood-red!

"Resurrected, he is really resurrected!"

At this moment, even the Shadow Valley Ancestor and the others couldn't calm down, and many of them had weak legs and almost knelt down.

However, that blood color was also suppressed by the stone tablet!

And that kind of powerful coercion, the bow of the Northern Emperor on the top of the stone tablet also trembled, suppressing it.

"He was restrained by the Stone Tablet and the Northern Emperor's Bow!"

Ye Wushuang shouted, causing the crowd to come back to their senses slightly.

"What a clever ant, this seat is indeed restrained by the stone tablet and the work of the Northern Emperor, but if this seat wants to kill you, it is just a snap of a finger to give this seat as nourishment and help this seat get out of this ghost place. ”

As soon as Ye Wushuang's words fell, a violent, evil, and eerie voice sounded with an endless killing aura!

This kind of sound makes people feel like falling into an ice cellar, like a cold winter wind, blowing on their bodies like a blade!

A terrifying blood color spread towards a group of people, with a strong tearing force, pulling the crowd towards the stone monument!

Burst!

Burst!

Countless power geniuses were pulled over one after another, squeezed and burst, and turned into a cloud of blood mist!

"Hanged man!"

Suddenly, the big bull shouted in horror, and the four of them were also pulled over!

Seeing this, Ye Wushuang stepped forward and stretched out a hand to grab the four of them!

"Let's attack him together!"

The Divine Dream Saintess shouted, and the three-color divine shuttle turned into a sharp pillar of light and killed it!

Seeing this, the others also launched one attack after another, and at this time, they also knew that only by dealing with this soon-to-be resurrected king could they have a way to live!

"The people of the ants, don't do what you can!"

That cold and solemn voice exploded in the ears of the crowd, and the blood-colored light blocked everything out, and those attacks were constantly extinguished!

Chop!

Ye Wushuang sacrificed the ancestral weapon ancient sword, cast the sword of destruction and stood in the blood, the blood color was turbulent, taking the opportunity, Ye Wushuang dragged the four of them back!

"Not a bad ant, but you can't escape!"

As soon as that voice sounded, Ye Wushuang's body felt as if he was being dragged by a world-shaking force, and he was dragged into blood!

Ye Wushuang's face sank, and the ancestral weapon slashed again!

"Ants, your struggle...... Useless!"

The blood-colored energy wrapped Ye Wushuang and quickly rushed into front of that ancient king, a pair of flashing evil blood-colored eyes stared at Ye Wushuang, as this ancient king said, Ye Wushuang found that his divine power could not compete with this blood-colored!

"Powerful and pure blood, with the potential of Tianjiao, you ant, it is indeed a bit interesting, but your blood and qi can be contributed!"

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