"Demon Pass!"

Wen Yiming put away the engram and the wolf and looked ahead.

The reason why the wolf returned quickly was that from the picture of the memory crystal, the 10,000 meters ahead had been sealed.

Strictly speaking, it is a city gate pass blocked by a stone forest barrier, called the Demon Pass.

There are six third-layer God of War Lost Martial Cultivators in front of the pass, and there is also a Lost Martial Cultivator at the peak of the fourth layer of the God of War, commanding the assault on the city gate that is only ten meters high.

The city gate is less than three zhang wide, like a transparent crystal composition, and countless martial arts cultivators in it stepped forward in batches to inject true yuan into the crystal city gate, looking at its eyes, it actually maintained its sanity and consciousness.

The martial arts cultivators behind the city gate were neat and orderly, and on a five-meter-high stone platform sat three third-layer martial cultivators of the god of war, all of whom were cultivating with their eyes closed, and their complexions seemed to be very tired.

"It turns out that the Lost Martial Cultivator is attacking the Demon Barrier!"

Wen Yiming pinched his eyebrows vigorously, the 10,000-meter-wide passage had to be killed by him single-handedly, and he was afraid that he would not open the city gate when he rushed to the Imperial Demon Pass.

So many lost martial cultivators were blocked by the crystal gate that shimmered in the light, and once it was opened, the people inside would not survive.

He didn't know how long the people in the Demon Pass had held out, but they were all emaciated.

"Gotta Bo!"

Wen Yiming recalled the 10,000-meter process recorded in the memory crystal several times, which section along the way had a god of war and which section was safer, he remembered them one by one, and carefully deduced the process of his breakthrough in his mind, and he must grasp the time limit of all skills extremely accurately, especially teleportation must be used on the blade.

Qiang Yin, although he could see through it in an instant in front of so many high-level martial cultivators, he was ready to save it for the end, even if it was only for a moment, it could also make him lose his lock and gain a trace of life.

The only pity is that the pony didn't wake up, otherwise the pressure would have been much less.

Sacrificing the dragon spear and standing at the intersection of the stone forest road, Wen Yiming swallowed several bottles of potions in a row, the grandmaster-level vajra mixture that strengthened the defense, the Shenyuan mixture that constantly restored the true yuan and spiritual power, the Qingfeng Extreme Speed Pill, and even his best healing pill, the best Crystal Pill, was also taken in advance.

Wen Yiming inhaled slowly like a long whale sucking water, and lifted the true yuan to release a long roar that rolled like thunder.

The people of the Demon Pass must be able to hear it, and if they have been holding it for hundreds of years, they will definitely be able to hear the clues from his emotional whistling.

The lost martial cultivator in the rear turned his head suddenly, but he was stunned for a moment, and when he raised his blade, he roared like a beast and turned around and rushed to kill.

Wen Yiming didn't move, what he wanted was to bring back a large number of lost martial cultivators.

The dragon and tiger's forbidden anger was opened, and the essence and blood exploded in an instant, the killing intent realm was fully opened, and the wind under his feet was condensed without emitting.

Kilometers only, and the speed of the Martial Saint is only one step.

In the precise concentration perception, a group of Martial Saints Fang Yi was about to release his martial arts, and Wen Yiming teleported out.

4,000 meters!

As soon as the figure was revealed, the reserved thunder roar was released.

Many Martial Saints were shaken away in a circle before they even returned to their gods in the shock waves.

There is always a time limit for teleportation, and the next time he uses it will be a minute later, during which time he must advance two thousand meters to reach the city gate directly in the next teleportation.

When the Martial Saints reacted, they had already been locked by the group in the Killing Intent Realm, and their cultivation plummeted.

"Ho ah——!"

Wen Yiming roared violently, and the dragon spear took advantage of the fact that the circle had not yet closed, and under the increase of the Qingfeng Extreme Speed Pill, he urged the swift wind step to the extreme, and swept out three slashes in a row in the forward rush.

The killing intent blade popped, opening a bloody path.

The red rays of the Dao converged on Wen Yiming's eyebrows, making the killing intent in his killing intent realm more and more refined.

Soul Stealing Roll triggers!

The fifth layer of the Martial Saint and below are all low-level thieves, and killing ten can increase the combat power of one layer, and from the fifth layer of the Martial Saint to the eighth layer of the Martial Saint, each killing can increase a layer of combat power, most of the martial arts in it are in the middle and late stages, and even the late stage of the ninth layer of the Martial Saint, the peak, and the Great Perfection are also available, this is already a high thief, and killing one can superimpose two layers.

This is also the moment he lands and then he explodes with a group of kills, and he can only cut off the head, and he will kill with one blow, and these walking corpse-like guys may not be fatal even if they blow through the chest.

The two slashes are slashed, and the soul stealing scroll is superimposed on ten layers, and Wen Yiming has a sense of violence like a dragon and a tiger.

In the midst of the big drinks, the gun does not leave the head, and it must be done to shoot the head, and the gun will fall to the person.

Along with the slash combined with the shield to break the momentum, he advanced 800 meters.

The raid came to an end, the Soul Stealing Scroll was stacked to twenty layers, and all non-martial arts attacks were doubled in lethality, Wen Yiming was extremely grateful for the Nine Intentions all-in-one gun technique, and doubled the artistic conception attack, so that he could still advance at high speed after the raid.

After the twenty layers of the Soul Stealing Scroll were stacked, his eyebrows jumped suddenly, and he felt a blood-colored rune light up on the title page of the Soul Stealing Scroll.

And the number of layers was reset and stacked in an instant, and his combat power remained the same.

Wen Yiming gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, killing and killing, this is the second superposition of the Soul Stealing Scroll, as long as it is stacked with another twenty layers, the effect of activating a martial art can be doubled.

But he didn't dare to venture further, this distance had already entered five thousand three hundred meters, and from here, the God of War appeared, and in front of him were the three lost martial cultivators of the second layer of the God of War.

The stick dragon swung its tail and forced it back in a circle, instantly locking between the three gods of war, Wen Yiming was blasted out of a hundred meters away by three slightly stagnant Zhenyuan big hands, and smashed heavily on the skyscraper stone pillar, stone chips flew one after another, and there was a whistling sound.

Wen Yiming understood in an instant that the difference between the God of War and the Martial Saint was almost the same as the gap between the Martial General and the Martial Sect, there was a watershed difference.

He knew that although the cultivation of the three gods of war had fallen to the late stage of the ninth layer of the Martial Saint, in the killing intent environment of the Extreme West, the cultivation of the forging body was almost close to the peak of the fourth layer of the God of War, and their combat power was far from comparable to the late stage of the ninth layer of the ordinary Martial Saint.

The three True Yuan Great Hands full of killing intent had consumed a lot of realm power defense, and he was a little anxious in his heart.

With his strength, he can't compete with the god of war in this kind of group battle, and he must drag time step by step.

At the same time that Wen Yiming kicked back on the stone wall with both feet and shot out, a boundary force punishment locked on the body of a burly god of war, and he landed on the ground and killed the martial saint with a sword intent gun.

He was on a blood-spattered route, and in an instant, he separated the three gods of war with the help of the crowd of the Lost Martial Saint.

It was also difficult to control the air, and the only way he could think of was this, but in the dense group of martial saints, the boundary force defense was smashed by countless bombardment and indiscriminate martial arts.

The time limit for teleportation was approaching, and he was six thousand meters away, covered in the blood of both friend and foe.

The group attack and bombardment of the martial saint have already made him defend more and attack less, and most of them are rushing with shield intent to break the momentum.

The second superposition has reached the twentieth layer, and the red light in the center of his eyebrows flashes, and the induction of the soul stealing scroll comes from his mind.

Double the special effect of strong concealment!

"Lean ——!"

Wen Yiming is crazy, the doubling of the skills triggered by this is random, full of cheats.

Qiang Yin once a day, doubling has an egg.

Wen Yiming threw out a circle of slashes, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and secretly complained in his perception.

Because the three gods of war who were thrown away from home were getting closer and closer, those martial saints were crowding one after another at this moment, making way for the three murderous gods of war one after another.

(End of chapter)