When Zhang Yan roared, two hideous corners appeared on his head, like a rampaging bull.

A huge volcano appeared above the head, and streams of hot essence like magma erupted, billowing and erupting, and powerful purgatory qi surged out overwhelmingly, in this purgatory qi, there was boundless killing, rolling waves, and there was no edge in sight.

After Zhang Yan unleashed his Hellfire Burning Technique, the Shatterer Roke's divine thoughts were almost shocked and unable to move.

"Broken!" The golden feather slash, like a hard long sword, slashed forward, impacting Zhang Yan's body.

Chop! Zhang Yan also rushed to kill fiercely, with a monstrous fighting intent and a madness.

"Little bird, you're quite capable, so it's delicious to stew like this." Zhang Yan roared like a tiger, laughing in his mouth, but he didn't dare to be careless in his hands.

This is the most formidable enemy you have ever encountered.

Jin Yu didn't know what kind of treasure Lu Dao was, and he reduced Zhang Yan's attack by one-third, and the barrier formed was like a mountain peak blocking in front of him, and it was difficult to shatter it at all.

Crusher Roque sneered: "Is this your hidden strength, mid-level awakened, purgatory bloodline, and only that stupid lion will fall for you, you are destined to not be able to walk through here." ”

Luo Ke, who had calmed down, had completely gained the upper hand, and the combat skills of the Xunlie clan were already outstanding attacks, and Zhang Yan, who was fighting with the golden feathers, was bleeding.

The golden feather is a scale feather on the body of a legendary powerhouse of the Xunlie clan, after a hundred years of refining and forging, it has become a top-level silver treasure, if it is not for the damage of the magic array above, it is simply a gold second-level treasure.

Tear and pull! Zhang Yan suddenly kicked out, directly on Roque's bird's head, although the damage was not high, Zhang Yan had already shouted loudly: "I'll step on your bird's head." ”

Look for death!

The two of them collided together again, and some of the surrounding boulders were affected and immediately shattered, and several waist-thick trees were broken, as fierce as two ancient beasts.

"How can your body be so tough." Roque roared angrily, his heart was full of doubts, could it be that this is a devil in human skin, the power of the bloodline feels obviously thin, could it be that he is hiding his strength.

Zhang Yan's slaughter followed, and he snorted coldly in his nose, "You don't know how much you know, I've also eaten the Wailing Overseer's roasted wings, do you believe it?" ”

"You're lying." Roque the Shatterer screamed, wailing that the Overseer must be a level 200 Saint King, how could an existence like himself be pinched to death with one finger, how could he die at the hands of this human in front of him.

But looking at Zhang Yan's appearance doesn't look like lying, he can feel what the hell is going on.

Now Zhang Yan's speed is getting faster and faster, and the whole person is galloping, just like dozens of fire bulls going crazy at the same time, violently impacting.

The first three steps of the Seven Steps of the Sky Zhang Yan can already be used easily, not to mention that the assassin is already known for his agility, and it is no longer a problem to dodge the attack of the smasher Roque.

As the two of them fought, more and more trialists gathered in the distance, their faces were either surprised or frightened, never expecting that an unknown human in the Blood City and a guy who flaunted his might be so powerful.

"Both of them are already mid-level awakened people, and I'm not an opponent." A scorpion woman sighed slightly, turned away, and never looked again.

"I have a decisive talent in the clan, and I have been in the Holy Rank for twenty-four years, and I have always stayed in the defender for what I wanted, did the gods deliberately let me hone my will?" A goblin roared in the sky, a large mouthful of blood spurted out without realizing it, the corners of his eyes were shining, and he had aged for decades in an instant.

"Hmph, it's just two ignorant people, and sooner or later they will die at my hands." An ancient clan watched the battle between the two men coldly, and a long tongue twitched on his lips.

Roque the Smasher was no longer speaking, his whole body was infected by the aura of tyranny, and his whole body emitted light, like a blood-colored sun, with a killing aura as sharp as fangs.

"The vast land is broken with a sword, where is the prosperity and singing. Leaning on the clouds and hiding my loneliness, even if others laugh at me! ”

A sword struck the thunder, and the sword light was huge, forming a mountain peak in the air, inserting into the sky, and the sky was about to shatter.

The two swords slashed the gods and demons, and the sword light rolled, as if a fairy river in the shattered sky was never lifted, and the earth roared and broken.

The three swords were life and death, Zhang Yan's body was bursting with fire, the muscles of his whole body were trembling, two flames appeared in his eyes, and the hellfire in his body slammed, completely integrating with Zhang Yan.

Syllable! A crack appeared on the golden feather, and the body of the crusher Roque swayed in the air, looking at Zhang Yan deadly.

Zhang Yan closed his eyes and realized the meaning of the three swords!

The volcano above is no longer the scene of the lava spewing in the past, but like a red lake quietly bubbling with water, half of the flames have turned into inferno.

Faintly, you can hear the sound of rolling thunder and lightning, and you can hear the sound of the earth trembling, as if something is brewing.

No one dares to sneak attack, stay away from afar, as long as you become holy, you will be a peerless powerhouse.

The Crusher, Roque, gave Zhang Yan three hundred soul crystals, more than 2,000 battle soul crystals, and more than 400 metallic spirit stones, like a rich mine, and even hundreds of fist-sized diamonds.

"It's richer than a little stupid lion." Zhang Yan was amazed in his heart.

There are hundreds of materials used to construct the small world realm in the body, but the only regret is that there are not many of them.

And the equipment only burst out a pair of pants and a pair of purple gauntlets, the pants turned out to be mage's, but the gauntlets can be equipped.

There was no skill book, no trace of golden feathers, and Zhang Yan was slightly disappointed.

But I don't know that among those materials, there are many treasures, and one or two are enough to make people red, and they are not materials that are calculated in tons like the Heavenly Demon Stone.

After killing the smasher Roque, Zhang Yan was a lot faster along the way, many trialists avoided it from afar, and only two sneak attackers were directly killed by Zhang Yan under the slaughter.

A day later, Zhang Yan walked into the mountain, the mountain is 50,000 miles, and on the other side is the dark altar.

There are dangers and opportunities in the mountains, some people walked directly over safe and sound, the wind was calm, some people lowered their heads and picked up a gold-level weapon, and since then they have killed all directions, crossed the mountains, and some unlucky people have seen the divine beasts and become blood food.

Zhang Yan walked forward slowly, not careful, but standing in mid-air with a Terran mage, with blood flowers floating all over his body, sometimes the blood flowers gathered together to form human faces, making strange laughs and sarcastic sounds.

The mage was wearing a sky-blue robe, holding a silver staff in his hand, his face was pale, his eyes were blood-red like ghosts, and there were several corpses of demonic beasts under him, which had been drained of blood and lay on the ground like cracked stones.

A familiar feeling flashed in Zhang Yan's heart, and he couldn't grasp it, but it was clearly in his heart.

"Hmph, get out!" The mage twisted his head to the side, not looking at Zhang Yan.

The fog in Zhang Yan's heart suddenly brightened, this was a fallen mage who sold his soul to the darkness in pursuit of his powerful power.

"You ......"

The Fallen Mage sneered, "Isn't it weird that I can still keep my mind awake?" How can you, a mortal, understand my greatness, and put me with a little degenerate, you are damned. ”

Bang! A big blood-colored hand smashed directly on Zhang Yan's body.

"Hey, with the help of my bloody handprint, it seems that your body has reached the realm of Warcraft, let's go, go back, there is still a way to live."

Zhang Yan's body burned the sky, and it was not very comfortable to receive this palm, but in a few breaths, the surging qi and blood were calmed down.

"Now that you've come here, how can you just give up." Zhang Yan was extremely determined.

The Fallen Mage sneered, but he restrained some of his breath and let Zhang Yan pass.

Looking at Zhang Yan's background, the clear light in the eyes of the fallen mage quickly disappeared, and his big mouth opened, as if he was holding his breath under the water, and finally let go.

Bang Bang Bang!

As soon as the four dwarves showed their heads, they were shot through the chest by blood-red spears, and the blood flew out of their bodies uncontrollably, and was sucked into the mouths of the fallen mages.

"It's delicious......"

Fifty thousand miles of mountains, crises everywhere, there are opportunities, a big mountain in front of me has been cut in two, and a small palace has been built on it, and a horned demon is sitting there in the clothes of a monk, this guy is either a pervert in strength or a pervert in his heart.

Zhang Yan cautiously walked around.

Soon Zhang Yan was willing to see a giant python with a long horn in the center of its forehead, entangled in a peak, rattling and rattling, and the rock rolled down, the scene was terrifying.

In avoidance, but this time Zhang Yan encountered a Kunpeng, the speed is extremely fast, the terrible thing is that the body is like an iron bone, the mountain peak is directly shattered, and the rock is like powder under the claws, if it weren't for Zhang Yan's quick reaction, he jumped into a big lump of feces of unknown beasts, and it has been used as food.

Kunpeng is the king of this mountain, and his level is probably far more than 300, maybe he is the Holy Emperor.

Zhang Yan bet that he was extremely wise, and knew that it was feces and let himself go.

Three days later, Zhang Yan finally saw the Dark Altar

It was a bald mountain that had been cut in half, straight up and down, with strange rocks and strange peaks protruding, without any barriers.

An unusually conspicuous black altar is erected in the center, which looks like a temple from a distance, exuding a solemn, solemn, and sacred feeling.

A mountain road runs from bottom to top, and every kilometer there is a scorpion female guard standing straight.

It can be seen that this altar has spent countless efforts of the Scorpion Girl Clan, and even a few statues under the mountain are built according to the complicated magic array, and there is a murderous aura floating around it, like a sharp sword coming out of the ground, and anyone who wants to destroy this place will be crushed into powder before they can do it.

Zhang Yan's back broke out in a cold sweat.

I don't know which ancestor of the Scorpion Girl Clan had such a big deal, and directly built the teleportation altar in it, and moved 50,000 mountains to use it as a barrier.

No matter how arrogant a person comes here, he must follow the rules set by the Scorpion Girl Clan, step by step up the mountain, and no one is allowed to blaspheme.