Wen Yiming swallowed a mouthful of blood, endured the soreness of his arms, and rode out.

Xiahou Ji had just stood up, and the surprise attack was coming, and the dragon chant was shocked, and the rainbow burst out.

He knew that he was finished, and just now when the dragon spear collapsed, the true yuan and internal breath were instantly confused, and even the forging body cultivation was almost collapsed.

'Bang ——!'

When the dragon lance penetrated the body, the corpse had already exploded.

Huang Zheng and the three of them were close together, not daring to disperse any longer.

They could see that the artistic conception of the shot just now was extremely mysterious, and in the midst of the confrontation, Xiahouji almost fell apart.

Countless people were terrified, looking at the blood-robed man from afar and raising his hand to recall the dragon spear, and behind him, he rode a snow-like ethereal divine horse, all of them trembling with their feet.

They don't understand why one man and one horse are so fierce.

There are only more than 1,000 of the more than 3,000 people left, nearly 50 martial kings are killed and wounded, and even Xiahou Ji of Sunset Valley has no bones.

Wen Chaoxia of Tianwen Palace, Li Zhaoyun of Sunset Valley, these two died in the secret realm.

They could imagine what kind of thunderous fury awaited them when they left the secret realm.

Wen Yiming swept his gaze towards everyone at the sound of the slow tapping of the Hell War Horse, and finally looked at Wen Song and the others.

There was not much left of his amplification, and his true yuan and spiritual power were also not much, but after the Thunder Mang Tribulation Seal, all his aura and state were difficult to see.

"Everyone!" Wen Yiming paused word by word, "Hand over the storage bag, if you want to blame you, the four major sects will be blamed, they are the ones who provoked this battle!"

As he spoke, he threw out two empty storage bags and said, "Lao Tzu has run out of oil and the lamp has dried up, and he needs to be healed, and those who have not handed over the number of sixty, hum!"

After speaking, he sneered and watched everyone's killing intent flash.

The crowd was speechless, and the oil ran out? Is this Nima seducing and sinning?

One shot exploded the sixth layer of the Martial King, and the oil ran out? Why don't you say that you are dying!

Sixty was not a long time, and a few people who had lost their souls took the lead, and everyone stepped forward to hand over the storage bags.

The speed of martial arts cultivation is so fast, especially when you lose your fighting spirit to save your life.

Yao Chong leaned over with a few storage bags and put them into Wen Yiming's bag, didn't look at the other party, and hung his head.

He was forced to go into battle with his disciples, and he was almost killed twice, and he wondered why Yao Yao and Lou Zhibin's cultivation had not been killed by the aftermath.

Wen Yiming's face was expressionless, he could only apologize in his heart, and he would make amends in the future, Yao Chong was indeed a good person, and his alchemy had also benefited from the Holy Danmen.

After finishing the matter, he waved his hand to summon a full storage bag and looked at Wen Song and the three of them coldly.

"It's your turn, don't let Lao Tzu kill all the people of your four major sects!"

Wen Song squinted his eyes and said: "It's too late to stop now, with the four major sects as enemies, you think you are a super god of war." ”

"Humph!"

Wen Yiming snorted coldly: "There are still four months left in the secret realm, who can stop Lao Tzu if he wants to leave now, believe it or not, wait for Lao Tzu to recover from his injuries and kill all of you." ”

Sikong Jing took a deep breath, "You think you can take these away from the secret realm!"

"That's my business!" Wen Yiming pointed at the three of them and said coldly: "Three breaths, if you don't hand over the storage bag, die!"

Huang Zheng stepped forward and gritted his teeth: "This matter is not our first, so let's stop it."

"One breath!"

Wen Yiming directly interrupted it, and while the three of them looked at each other, he raised the dragon spear to make a projection shape, and shouted: "Two breaths!"

Sikong Jing squinted fiercely and raised his hand to throw out the storage bag.

Wen Song and Huang Zheng's faces were flushed, they held their breath and threw out the storage bags.

Wen Yiming laughed, his eyes full of ridicule, and walked around the entire battlefield.

Everyone was speechless, and this Zhao Xin even scraped away the storage bags of all the corpses.

"Driving ——!"

The white horse's bloody clothes disappeared in an instant, and there was no trace of them.

The three of them were stunned for a long time, and the endless anger was suppressed in their hearts, making the blood-blue face linger for a long time.

All the storage bags were robbed, even the net worth ring was in it, and now it can be said that they are all innocent and have a clean breeze on their sleeves.

Only the blade of the sacrifice was still in his hand.

Compared with everyone, Wen Yiming returned with a full load, and he returned to the Elixir Garden.

This place is quiet enough, and it is a good place for cultivation and alchemy.

"Brother Xiaoma, Brother Xiaoma, it's all up to you today!" Wen Yiming sighed again and again as he stroked the pony's snow-white mane in the elixir garden.

His mind fluttered slightly, and there was a hint of information.

It's the pony communicating with him.

After a long time, he realized that the pony would have two more months, and when it had been stable and evolved, it would be able to speak like the old horse.

Wen Yiming said happily: "Okay, good, pony, if you continue to be stable, I will have to heal my wounds." ”

The book spirit also floated out and landed on the pony's horn, excited.

Wen Yiming smiled with relief, he didn't know why the pony had evolved, since he experienced the battle of the two cities, he slept for ten years, but there was no sign that the old horse said before.

Although the pony can greatly increase his combat power, he still hopes that he can find time to send it to the scorched earth, and he promised the old horse.

The ruined pavilion was cleared out of a clearing and a simple little house was built in a quarter of an hour.

He first broke the seal of the storage bag of the four great martial kings, and then directly erased the blood mark on the four spatial rings with a small amount of boundary power, these rings were put into the bag outside the secret and could be used.

The three Wen Song outside felt that their spiritual power fluctuated slightly, and they already knew that the ring was really deprived by Zhao Xin, and they were all shocked, and they didn't understand how Zhao Xin erased the mark of the storage bag.

The exit of Luoding Mountain has already exploded, and the names of Wen Chaoxia of Tianwen Palace and Li Zhaoyun of Sunset Valley have dimmed, representing death.

Wen Yingxiu's brows tightened, and the Great Elders Wen Tonghua and Li Xiuzhu behind him had blood-blue faces, revealing a hideous color.

Wen Yiming naturally didn't know all this, he estimated that there should be healing pills in the martial king rings of the four major sects.

Sure enough, several bottles of the best pills were sealed perfectly, and Wen Yiming selectively took a large handful and ate them as beans.

Half a month later, except for the fire poison in both arms, it returned to its peak state again.

With a smile, he crackled and erased the marks of thousands of storage bags, looking at the resources, classics, treasures, blades, and armor inside, he exclaimed, this battle was worth it.

And the faces of the four sect masters outside the secret realm at this moment were as ugly as if ordinary people had slept naked all night in the snow and wind of the ninth cold day.

They knew that something big was wrong, but they couldn't do anything about it, so they could only wait for the secret realm to close the teleportation.

Waiting is always tormenting, and the days are like years.

Wen Yiming, on the other hand, felt that there was not enough time, and in less than four months, he had a lot to do.

Impact alchemy is one of them, followed by the removal of the fire poison of the demon fungus in the bones.

Of course, the most important thing is to find an identity to go out.

He had already thought of a better way, and when he killed Wen Chaoxia, he grabbed the other party's storage bag first, and threw it into the Snake Ring.

In his expectation, even if Wen Chaoxia was killed, his identity jade card would not be broken.

As he deduced, the Snake Ring did not disappoint him.

The identity jade plate in Wen Chaoxia's storage bag is really intact, and it is still unharmed when he takes it out at this moment.

He had already figured out what identity he should use when he went out.