On the plane tree, there are not only countless souls roaring, but also fruits that look like corpses, so big that those terrifying blood qi emanates from it.

Heseta and the others naturally couldn't see the shape of the blood-colored sycamore, they could only hear countless sharp roars, and felt the boundless power of resentment, at the moment when the blood-colored sycamore appeared, the blood mist in the air seemed to be substantial, if it wasn't for the monstrous strength or special means, the visibility here would not exceed one meter.

"Is this the last treasure in the ruins?Will this be my Wu Lan's thing?" When he said this, Wu Lan's eyes slowly moved to the silver snake, but he didn't know if what the silver snake said himself would be overturned by himself.

Seeing that the silver snake was in thought, Wu Lan couldn't help but raise his voice and said loudly to the silver snake: "Silver Snake City Lord, I don't know if what you just said is still counted, can this treasure tree species belong to me?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the Yin Sect people became extremely unnatural, Jia Yiyun's face turned pale in the distance, the toxins in his body spread faster, and Li Wan was even more disordered, and a mouthful of purple-black blood was touched in front of him by him.

"If you say the silver snake, you will naturally count it, this precious tree belongs to you, and I will not fight with you for it. "Although this tree species looks like a treasure, the silver snake is sure that it is not for the righteous to use.

Maybe there are magic skills that make people fall into the path of demons or other things that can make people deviate from the right path.

The people of the Yin Sect have long been attracted by the blood-colored sycamore in front of them, isn't this kind of thing created for him?

It's just that the words of the silver snake made his heart chill slightly, he still understands the person of the silver snake, even if he lets such a thing fall into the hands of Wu Lan, he will never let such a thing fall into his hands, and the chance of him wanting to get this tree is slim.

"Wu Lan first thanked the Silver Snake City Lord on behalf of the Fire Demon Cave. After doing a trick, Wu Lan slammed on the ground with his feet, and his body shot towards the blood-colored sycamore.

At this moment, everyone's eyes moved to Wu Lan, time seemed to stand still, everyone's breathing was weak, and the needles could be heard.

"Bang, bang, bang......" But what everyone didn't expect was that the place where the first sound sounded was not where Wu Lan was going, but the group of juniors behind them. Several cultivators who were weak in cultivation directly exploded into blood mist, and they didn't let out any screams.

There were the disciples of the Cold Ice Valley, the disciples of the Yan Demon Cave, the disciples of the Huangquan Sect and the disciples of the Yin Family, they had obviously endured to the limit, and their slightly open mouths had not yet closed, and something that shocked them even more suddenly happened.

"Boom ——!"

"Anything, dare to covet the blood-colored sycamore!" The old man's voice exploded in everyone's ears, and countless blood mist converged into an old man's phantom, appearing above everyone's heads.

With just a scolding, Wu Lan was already injured a lot, this is what shocked everyone, what a terrifying cultivation he was before leaving such an accident.

"Boy Silver Snake, dare to ask your predecessors, but the lord of this tomb?" The silver snake still had a more or less surprised look on his face, he did feel an inexplicable aura condensing before, but he didn't expect this aura to be so powerful.

The blood mist surged, and the old man's eyes were full of fierceness: "The old man felt the breath of the Phoenix Clan before he woke up, why has it disappeared completely at this moment?"

"Tell me, who of you have done the ghost!" The old man was furious, and the terrifying coercion was overwhelming, and at the focus of the old man's coercive firepower, many low-level cultivators did not withstand this terrifying coercion and directly turned into blood mist.

The cultivators who did not turn into blood mist were also uncomfortable, they were prostrate on the ground, and their expressions of humiliation instantly spread all over their faces.

The silver snake was also uncomfortable, not only because the old man directly ignored his words, but also because the old man's terrifying coercion made it difficult for him to resist for a while. The silver snake's body swelled in a circle, and the white qi swirled around him, absorbing the old man's terrifying coercion.

Even so, the silver snake was almost pressed into the dirt by the coercion. The silver snake was uncomfortable, and the Yin Sect people who were almost in the same place as him were also uncomfortable, so they were directly pressed to the ground by the coercion and couldn't move.

In the face of such a terrifying thing, the Yin Sect people chose to be silent, although his old face did not allow him to be like this, but his life did not allow him to die by force.

Li Wan, Jia Yiyun, and the Ten Spirits were far apart, and the phantom did not deliberately target them, so they were just pressed to the ground with their bodies, and the cultivators who cultivated to weaker levels were not treated as if they were dying by exploding.

......

"No one said, it's good, then let me give you a ride!"

"You are originally dead people, you have to die sooner or later, the maturity of the blood-colored sycamore is indispensable to the blood and cultivation of you excellent cultivators......" The old man waved his hand, and countless terrifying energy boulders were condensed in the sky.

"Go!" As his sleeve robe swung down again, those terrifying energy boulders suddenly fell, with an unrivaled momentum and unmatched speed.

The crowd has already been in chaos, which is obviously contrary to the rumors in the many ruins that have been handed down, not to say that it is a good chance, and that a good person is dead and good, not ...... At this moment, everyone suddenly understood everything while fleeing.

Maybe this ruin was originally a trap, and it was not impossible that it was a dead tomb in the first place! And this phantom is probably the owner of the tomb, what he wants is not to give the opportunity to future generations, but to personally send these people who came to the ruins on the road.

At this moment, everyone's minds flashed back to the previous things, and they finally discovered the difference of the ruins, that is, the kind of mechanism that cultivates them to balance words at any time, and the appearance of such a mechanism will only kill more people, perhaps from the moment they set foot in the ruins, they are destined to become the sacrifice of this old man.

"Stop!"

The silver snake's eyes emitted a terrifying silver light, his cultivation was the highest, and he was naturally the most ruthless existence by these coercion, at this moment, I don't know where the power of the silver snake came from, he actually broke free from the old man's coercion, and roared at the old man.

If the old man was desperate to slaughter them all, the silver snake would definitely not be able to stop it, and Heseta would not be spared.

"Get the hell out of here!"

The old man with the condensation of the blood mist looked like a beard, and with a shot in the air, a giant hand of manic power grabbed fiercely at the silver snake that broke free from his restraints.

"Gollum!"

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the silver snake only felt that his scalp was numb, so he hurriedly spoke:

"I have a way to get you what you want!"

If he doesn't open his mouth again, when this powerful hand falls, I'm afraid it will be the day of his demise.