Cultivating to reach the peak of the Qi Melting Realm, only one step away from the Qi Realm, martial artists can easily release the Qi of Heaven and Earth, and cast the Finger Arrow Sword Qi and palm thunder.

Whether it is the martial artists of the five tribes or the twenty or more witch corpses, almost at the moment of the battle, the fire of war has been raised to the point of incandescent level, the sword qi is crisscrossed, the palm thunder roars, and the arrows are like sharp arrows shuttling, but after a while, the entire totem cage is already a mess.

On the other side, the battle of Fang Ling and the others was not necessarily easy, although Fang Ling had the soul sucking bead in his hand, but it was by no means easy to press this thing on the forehead of the witch corpse, with the cultivation of the witch corpse at its peak, he was afraid that the moment he made a move, he had already been slashed by the other party, so Fang Ling did not dare to take it lightly, he used Lu Bei and Song Ying'er as a cover, constantly creating opportunities to get close to the witch corpse, waiting for the opportunity to give it a fatal blow.

This is a battlefield without gunsmoke, the knives reflecting the moonlight are flying wantonly, and the qi of heaven and earth is like a rainbow rolling, coming with bursts of thunder, in order to protect the two heirs from harm, several patriarchs and guards have risked their lives to improve their cultivation to the maximum level.

In the face of so many high-level cultivation witch corpses, even the shaman red witch felt quite stressed, not to mention the shaman black witch. Although shamans and black witches all cultivate small magic powers, they are actually not proficient in the majority, and because they are used to using poison, their own cultivation is not much higher than that of their peers, but the witch corpse is a guy who is not afraid of poison, so when he fights, he loses the upper hand.

Time passed like a river of stars, and Lu Bei also had a lot of wounds on his body, Song Ying'er flew around, and silver needles beckoned to the joints of the witch corpse.

Fang Ling saw an opportunity, ghostly rushed to the side of the witch corpse, and quickly pressed the soul sucking bead on his forehead with two fingers, the witch corpse's reaction was extremely fast, and after a knife shook back Lu Bei, it slashed towards Fang Ling's chest!

Song Ying'er saw the change in her complexion, and hurriedly retreated, Lu Bei was also taken aback, although Fang Ling took the lead, but the speed of the witch corpse was faster, and the two of them didn't know the intention of Fang Ling's move, could it be that slapping the witch corpse's head with one palm could kill him? Even so, they didn't know if it was his palm that came first, or the witch corpse's knife came first.

Fang Ling didn't know that this was a gamble, but he didn't want to miss this opportunity to be targeted!

He unleashed ten percent of his protective true qi, and instead of shrinking back, his gesture stretched forward at a faster speed, and at the moment when his palm pressed on the witch corpse's forehead, the witch corpse's scimitar was already less than half an inch close to his waist!

Song Ying'er covered her mouth and lost her voice, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, in the face of such a highly cultivated witch corpse, the talisman true qi could barely stop the movement of the scimitar, even if Fang Ling retreated at this time, he was afraid that there would be a deep wound left on his waist.

However, what stunned Song Ying'er and the others was that the knife of the witch corpse actually retreated all of a sudden, not only that, but the witch corpse actually fell to the ground with a flutter, as if it was shocked to death by Fang Ling's palm.

Fang Ling couldn't help but sigh secretly, gestured to Song Ying'er and the others, and continued to face the other witch corpses.

As the last level to enter the Temple of the Sun, more than two dozen witch corpses showed amazing combat power, and the guards of the five tribes even had to take the way of fighting for their lives, exchanging a fresh life for a life of the witch corpse.

Seeing his men sacrifice to protect themselves one by one, Turanmoto let out an angry roar, swinging his scimitar and slashing wildly towards the witch corpse, Turansai Khan was also red-eyed, and with a wolf howl, he angrily slashed the witch corpse.

By the time the last witch corpse died, the field had become a bloody hell, with the dead of the guards, the wounds, the bright red blood "liquid" and the stinking witch blood intertwined, and there were many severed arms and stumps.

The guards of the five tribes were almost killed and wounded, and even if there were alive, they were all so injured that it was difficult to move, even the four patriarchs were not lightly injured, leaning against the wall and panting for breath, because they were protected by everyone, the injuries of the two heirs were the lightest, and both of them were only slightly injured, but the physical strength consumed was very large.

On the shaman's side, the shaman and black witch were almost completely wiped out, and the three seriously injured didn't even have the strength to have a finger. Although the overall strength of shaman black witches is above the guard, they have one of the biggest weaknesses, that is, once the witch corpse dies, they will also be affected, and once they are in the state of the witch corpse's death, the strength that can be exerted is less than seventy percent.

One of the Shamans was badly wounded, one was destroyed, and the remaining two were slightly injured, but only the Shaman was unharmed.

The Shaman Witch King swept over the audience, and there seemed to be a kind of compassion in his eyes, but when he saw the three of Fang Ling, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly, and he seemed a little strange why the three of them were still able to stand here unharmed.

At this time, the other people of the five tribes also discovered the state of the three of Fang Ling, and they couldn't help but be stunned one by one, Turan Motuo's side was surprised with joy, and Turansai Khan and the others were face "color", obviously the state of Fang Ling's side was much beyond imagination. Fastest update on PC:/

How fierce the battle was just now, twenty or thirty people from the five tribes fought together, and there were such heavy casualties, but these three people fought alone, and their cultivation was not high, so it stands to reason that they should have fallen down a long time ago, but not only did they not lie down, but they actually stood very comfortably.

In fact, Fang Ling's side was also quite tired after the battle, Lu Bei was stabbed in the arm, although it was not serious, but it was enough to affect the battle, Song Ying'er was injured in the leg, and his body was not as flexible as before, Fang Ling was not much better, in order to win the opportunity to kill with one blow, he resisted a few punches from the witch corpse, and the internal injuries of the original three percent continued to deteriorate.

Although everyone was surprised, they didn't think that this result was because of the strength of Fang Ling's three people, but because they were lucky enough, most of the witch corpses were attracted by their own side, thinking about it, Turansai Khan and the others couldn't help but secretly scold Fang Ling and his party for their good luck.

The stone wall, which had been hit by countless sword qi, was finally overwhelmed, and collapsed with a bang, "exposed" out of the stone staircase to the main hall, and everyone told the seriously injured to rest here, and then went towards the stone staircase.

Compared with the vast "Dang" and "Dang" people and horses when they entered the city, the number of people who stepped on the stone stairs is now very small, and the people of the five tribes are only two heirs and four patriarchs, and the shamans include the shaman witch king and the three shaman red witches, plus the three Fang Ling.

The hundred-step stone stairs leading to the main hall are neatly arranged, and each step is closer to the Sun Palace, but no one dares to relax for a moment, God knows what terrifying mechanisms the ancestors have left, and even stronger witch corpses.

The patriarchs of the five tribes also knew that if they encountered such a wave of witch corpses or torture institutions again, they were afraid that they would die on the spot.

Compared to everyone's worries, Fang Ling knew very well that one hundred and twenty witch corpses had already appeared, even if there was a mechanism in front of them, it would be much easier to deal with than these deadly witch corpses, at least for him.

However, he is more of a different matter, whether the opponent is a shaman red witch or a shaman witch king, this person must have a foolproof strategy to seize the golden sword, if there is no way to unite with Turansai Khan and others and fight among themselves, the situation will be even worse.

Walking up the last stone staircase, the Sun Hall is finally completely presented in front of everyone, with gold as the wall, jade as bricks, and jewelry as the embellishment, how can it not be brilliant?

Pushing open the door of the main hall, the hall that had been sealed for thousands of years was once again introduced to the breath of the world, but to everyone's surprise, except for the huge golden pillar, the hall was empty, there was no wolf-headed golden chair where the legendary Tuji Khan sits, and there was no tiger skin chair of the patriarchs of various clans.

Everyone was suspicious, and unconsciously walked to the center of the main hall, and the ground suddenly shook slightly, and then slowly slid down.

Everyone secretly said badly, this is a place where they can't get up if they want to jump, not to mention that the entire ground is sinking, so that people don't have a chance to dodge at all.

Everyone took a deep breath and leaned together in several circles, thinking about how to deal with the impending danger.

However, in addition to the sinking of the ground, there is no trap "exposed", not long after, the ground that sank into the ground for more than ten zhang steadily retreated, in front of the "exposed" out of a magnificent huge golden gate, the golden gate in the middle carved a huge wolf head totem, scattered around the totem signs of other races, like the stars and the moon.

As soon as the ground stopped, the golden gate automatically and slowly opened, revealing a wide and deep corridor, and the two walls of the corridor were inlaid with night pearls the size of pigeon eggs, illuminating the inside and out.

Song Ying'er opened her eyes wide to look at those night pearls, and sighed: "I didn't expect this Tuji Khan to know how to enjoy it, and make the mausoleum so luxurious." ”

Lu Bei smiled bitterly: "Luxury is luxury, but this way is a terrible thing, if you want to appreciate these, you have to make a small life thin." "Update the fastest mobile terminal: ://

Fang Ling said with a smile: "It seems that this Prairie Ancestor must have been strict and harsh in the past, and he would use such a powerful witch corpse and mechanism before he was selected." ”

The three of them talked, followed the people and horses of the five tribes into it, and then two ear chambers appeared on the left and right, the area of the ear chamber was very large, and there was a line of pedestrians and horses stone carvings stored in it, like an army guarding the tomb, and there were hundreds of them.

As soon as they saw these stone carvings, the faces of the people of the five tribes suddenly changed, originally everyone was a surprisingly bold master, but after so many passes in the Lost City, one by one they were already apprehensive about the guards of this old ancestor.

Fortunately, the old ancestor didn't seem to have any witch corpses here, and after everyone sighed, they continued to walk forward along the road.

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