Chapter 249: Only by Killing Can We Be Deterred!

The Earthshatter Swamp is a forbidden place for the entire Plains of Death.

The land of hell that is filled with all the year round, not to mention the martial artists of the innate realm, even if it is the Venerable Yuan Dan, they can't stay in it for a long time.

So Situ Yi directly filtered it.

The most suspicious one is only Fu Demon City.

More than ten years ago, the real demon suddenly built a pond on the Plains of Death.

This strange behavior caused the three major legions to stir up for a long time.

After all, with a king-level powerhouse by his side, no one would feel comfortable.

But after so many years, the real people of Fu Mo have never interfered with the pattern of the bloody battle.

The disciples of the Demon Sect he created have never participated in the battle between the three kingdoms, but let the three major legions gradually relax their hearts towards the Demon City.

"Third brother, you don't want to go to Fu Demon City, do you?"

As soon as Situ Ming saw Situ Yi's expression, he guessed Situ Yi's thoughts, and immediately became shocked.

Fu Mo City is not a good place, and there are king-level Fu Mo real people all the year round.

I'm afraid that Situ Yi's identity as the third prince is useless in that kind of place.

"Don't worry, I'm not going as the third prince of the True Martial Dynasty, I'm just an ordinary disciple of the Demon Suppression Sect. ”

Situ Yi smiled, and with a flick of his fingers, a gray token appeared in his hand.

The lightning and thunder pattern engraved on the token is the symbol of the Demon Cult.

"Third brother, you actually joined the Demon Sect?"

Situ Ming's face was even more shocked, if this was known by people with intentions within the dynasty, I am afraid that he would have to make a big fuss again.

"With this layer of identity, you can take a good look and see what secrets are hidden in Fu Demon City. ”

Situ Yi didn't care.

He was also glad that he had joined the Demon Sect a few years ago because of curiosity, otherwise it would not be so easy to sneak into the Demon Sect now.

"I still think it's too risky. ”

Situ Ming said.

They didn't know anything about the internal situation in Fu Demon City, so they rushed into it, and once they were discovered, it would be really bad.

"If you want to defeat Yan Tianwu, you must get the mantle inheritance of the original Demon Venerable, so you must go to Demon City. ”

Situ Yi's five fingers tightened, and there was a strong war intent in his eyes.

"Yan Tianwu...... Three years ago, he climbed to the top of the Tianjiao list, no one was invincible, two years ago he just entered the battlefield of a hundred countries, he defeated all the powerhouses in a row, and he was in the limelight, and he was directly crowned king a year ago, known as the 'Yan King', two months ago, at the peak of the burial god, he defeated the four kings in a battle, and his prestige shocked a hundred countries, and he wanted to surpass him......"

Situ Ming sighed slightly.

From time to time, the battlefield of the Hundred Kingdoms came out, about Yan Tianwu's amazing achievements.

It's like a giant mountain, pressing on the hearts of the younger generation in the Northern Regions, making people can only look up and can't surpass it.

"The history of the Great Yan Imperial Clan is far less than that of my clan, and the background is naturally inferior to ours, Yan Tianwu has risen like a demon, in addition to his own talent, he must have obtained some kind of inheritance, otherwise he would not have risen so fast. ”

When Situ Yi heard this, his five fingers tightened.

As long as he obtained the inheritance of that Demon Venerable, it would definitely not be difficult to surpass Yan Tianwu.

"Only by going out of the Northern Regions and breaking through the battlefields of the hundred countries can you enter the real martial arts world and become a martial arts powerhouse!"

Situ Yi has high morale and great ambition.

His goal is not in this Zhenwu Dynasty, nor is it the top of this Northern Regions, even if it is the battlefield of the Hundred Kingdoms, it is just a stepping stone in his heart.

"Ninth brother, you continue to sit here, don't give up the search for the Misty Forest, maybe we missed something before. ”

After Situ Yi spoke, his body moved and he jumped out of the window to leave.

"The Misty Forest has been turned upside down, if that Demon Venerable is really sitting here, then it should have been found a long time ago, the dark cloud pattern...... Sure enough, it's still in the Demon City. ”

In the house, Situ Ming muttered to himself.

……

Time passed quietly, and one night passed in a flash.

Mass Burial Ridge, in the northern region, has a towering ancient tree hundreds of zhang high.

This can be said to be the tallest ancient tree in the Mass Grave Ridge, enough to overlook the entire Mass Grave Ridge.

At this time, on the top of the ancient tree, a figure stood quietly.

This person carried a long sword, his white shirt moved lightly with the wind, and a pair of star-like bright eyes, looking into the distance without waves, the sky that gradually glowed red.

"In this northern region alone, more than 1,000 people have gathered, and it is almost time to start. ”

There were some fluctuations in the ancient bright eyes, and Wang Yang sensed that there were more and more innate martial artists gathered in the northern region.

Obviously, the news that he is here has already spread, attracting countless people.

"Sure enough, only killing can deterrence!"

In the slight movement of his body, Wang Yang jumped directly from the top of the ancient tree, like a sword riding the wind, and fell to the ground lightly.

His eyes were slightly cold, and he heard words coming from all directions.

"Found him!"

"Sure enough, he's very young, and he's a genius with a cross-level enemy. ”

"Hmph, let out such arrogant words, I don't know how he will deal with it later. ”

"Hey, even the old powerhouses have appeared today, unless he is the Tianjiao of the younger generation of the Great Yan Dynasty, otherwise no matter how strong he is, he won't want to leave alive today. ”

"The Tianjiao figure of the Great Yan Dynasty, I remember it all, without him. ”

When Wang Yang jumped off the ancient tree, Dao figures appeared in all directions, at least two or three hundred people.

All of them have fierce breaths and cold eyes, or they have their hands around their chests, leaning against ancient trees, or standing on branches with sneers on their faces.

A series of eyes with obvious evil intentions gathered on Wang Yang.

"I said yesterday, if you dare to set foot on the mass grave ridge, you will have no return, do you want to die? ”

In Wang Yang's body, among the three major spirit wheels, true qi quietly gushed out, instantly spreading all over the body and limbs, so that the Shattered Star Sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the sword qi quietly loomed.

Among these surrounding warriors, there seem to be people from the Great Yan Dynasty, but it doesn't matter.

"In the face of this kind of formation, you dare to speak wildly, it is really arrogant, boy, you better kneel and beg ...... now"

A congenital quadruple strong man took a step forward and stared at Wang Yang with a sneer.

Swish!

Burst!

But before he finished his words, he found a black shadow approaching like lightning, and then a cold sword light flashed, and the sound of flesh and blood splitting immediately sounded.

The strong man's head was immediately slashed off by a sword, and with the blood scattered, it rose high into the air.

"Blade!"

The runes on the Shattered Star Sword flickered, and the light of the Sen Han Sword reappeared, as if the sky was full of stars, heading towards **** in all directions.

Puff puff puff......

A series of flesh and blood explosions sounded, and the more than forty martial artists closest to Wang Yang had just noticed that they were already in a different place.

Although they did not let their guard down, and they often had true qi shields on their bodies, they were easily shattered and pierced under the attack of the sword that contained the sword momentum.

There were only a few warriors wearing defensive spiritual weapons, and they were lucky enough to avoid the catastrophe, and their faces turned pale and quickly retreated, with terrified expressions.