"Heavenly Tribulation Sword Saint Mu Lingfeng, I didn't expect this place to be his mausoleum!" Suddenly, the middle-aged man from the Great Xia Dynasty wearing a black dragon python robe said with a look of surprise.

Seeing this, other people who were friends with him naturally stepped forward to ask.

This is an old man wearing an ancient robe, and the whole person exudes an aura of dying, but the breath is like thunder, and the aura is amazing, so that people dare not ignore it, and he is a strong man.

"General Lin, can you explain what kind of person this Heavenly Tribulation Sword Saint is, and he has been inherited in the Lower Sect for many years, but he has never heard of this person's name. ”

The strong man known as General Lin nodded slightly when he heard this, and said: "As we all know, since the opening of the Xuanhuang Realm, countless races have multiplied, and our human race has gone through three periods: primeval, ancient, and ancient, and this Heavenly Tribulation Sword Saint is a supreme powerhouse who became famous in the ancient period!"

"It is rumored that this person has traveled far in the Holy Realm, and legend has it that he is only one step away from reaching the sky, and he is the top powerhouse in the heavens and the earth in ancient times!"

The people present were all deaf and clear-sighted warriors, and when they heard what the general of the Great Xia Dynasty said, they couldn't help but become short of breath.

"The strongest in ancient times?" Wang Ting's voice murmured, his eyes hot.

The strongest man had already said that this place was his inheritance, but he had never thought it would be so simple.

It stands to reason that even if a powerhouse of the Great Power Realm falls, the mausoleum will be far beyond the mundane, after all, every great power is the backbone of the human race.

Not to mention, this Heavenly Tribulation Sword Saint is famous in ancient times, and its power is even more suppressive of the present generation.

As if he suddenly remembered something, Wang Ting took out the sound transmission jade cylinder and quickly burned a message into it.

At this time, in the Chongzhou Realm of the Northern Region, on the Heavenly Sword Mountain of the Holy Sword Sect, Wang Jinglong, who was cultivating in the secret room, moved his expression and took out the jade cylinder.

"Hundreds of miles southeast of Ping'an City, there are underground ruins, which are suspected to be the mausoleum of the Heavenly Tribulation Sword Saint in ancient times. Wang Jinglong's expression was solemn, and he immediately flew towards the back mountain.

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"The mausoleum of such a strong person can be so simple, will there be fraud?" said a young man in the casual cultivation with a frown, his aura was not weak, he had already cultivated to the innate realm at a young age, and he was very outstanding among the scattered cultivators.

After saying this, it attracted the attention of many casual cultivators.

Seeing this, Qi Shan's face suddenly became a lot proud, obviously he was quite complacent about his words that attracted everyone's attention.

Before he could continue to speak, a faint voice came from behind: "Idiot!"

Qi Shan's expression changed, and he looked behind him fiercely.

Wang Ting also followed his gaze, and it was the black-robed young man he had seen before who was carrying a heavy sword on his back.

The strong people of the innate realm can stand in the mundane, and the huge strength of hundreds of thousands of catties is enough to dominate some remote towns, but the heavy sword behind this person presses him every step he takes, and it will imprint a deep footprint on the land, you can imagine how heavy this sword is.

Seeing that the person who opened the mouth couldn't see through it, Qi Shan's anger flashed away, and the corners of his mouth went up: "This friend, I don't know if there is a mistake in saying this?"

"That's right, I just want to say, don't say if there is any danger here, even if it is nine deaths and one life, the Heavenly Tribulation Sword Saint Mausoleum is here, is there anyone who plans to return empty-handed!"

Not all of them present were like those casual cultivators, who wanted to have an opportunity and were afraid of dying in danger.

There are many dynasties, sect families, and gangs in the rivers and lakes, so naturally there is no shortage of people who dare to fight for their lives.

"Hold the bold to death, starve the faint of heart, what are you afraid of?"

"That's it! Man dies to the sky, and he will not die for thousands of years. ”

"The Heavenly Tribulation Sword Saint Mausoleum is here, if you want Zhao to return empty-handed, how is that possible!"

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I don't know the topography of this place, and the further down you go, the more empty it becomes. There were tens of thousands of people present, but it was still not too crowded.

It's just that as everyone goes down more and more, the pressure deepens in cultivation, and Wang Ting's cultivation feels a pressure, and the steps still don't see the end.

Other scattered martial artists are even more unbearable, some of the innate realm still have the strength to spare, but those martial artists of the acquired realm are miserable, their faces are flushed, sweating profusely, like moving forward with their backs.

It's just that the martial artists of the Acquired Realm are only a small number after all, and for the team of tens of thousands of people, it is a drop in the ocean.

At the entrance of the deep pit at the rear, there are still some warriors coming in.

The further he goes, the heavier the pressure, and with Wang Ting's cultivation, there is a slight stagnation of the Yuan Force in his body, not to mention others, except for a few strong men of the older generation, the martial artists of the Innate Realm also feel that it is difficult to move an inch at this moment.

In the absence of good circumstances, these 10,000 people are now living here, and no one is moving forward.

Just when Wang Ting and the others were waiting patiently there, there was a sudden burst of lively noise at the entrance of the deep pit behind, and a group of warriors came up with a few people around, and the compliments continued, Wang Ting raised his eyebrows, it seemed that a big man was coming.

Wang Ting turned around and walked back, and asked a martial artist beside him who looked a little obscene, "This brother, do you know who the person who came?"

Wu Lao Er was originally a local casual cultivator in Ping'an City, and he was the one who spoke before.

When everyone in the field stopped, many casual cultivators began to look at the martial artists walking in front, and the further they went, the greater the pressure, so that those who could walk in front were naturally masters.

Seeing that it was Wang Ting, he knew that it was several masters in the forefront who asked him, and he was immediately overjoyed.

Scattered cultivators were afraid of offending those disciples from big sects, so they beat the small ones and the old ones to provoke a large area.

In the same way, they also prefer to make friends with some disciples of the big sects, because sooner or later they will have the opportunity to use them.

Hearing this, Wu Lao Er looked at the rear, showed a look of envy, turned his head to Wang Ting and said: "Hui Gongzi, it should be the rain and clouds of the Lord of the Young League of the World Alliance - the North is here!"

"Hehe, it is said that the lord of the Northern Young League is amazingly talented, and he treats people modestly, and his connections are all over several state cities, and there are even rumors in the rivers and lakes that as long as you can get the friendship of the lord of the Northern Young League, under the sphere of influence of the World Alliance, no one will dare to care about you if you walk sideways. ”

"Tianxia Alliance?" Wang Ting raised his eyebrows.

"It's a pity, my second Wu is not strong, and I don't have the opportunity to step into the World Alliance in this life. ”

The Tianxia Alliance, one of the six major gangs in the Northern Regions, is a master in the alliance, and although its power is not as good as that of the Holy Sword Sect, it is also a big force that dominates one side.

Hearing the three words Bei Wuxian, Wang Ting's eyes showed a hint of strangeness and said: "The door of the Tianxia Alliance will indeed be open to Bei Wuxian's friends, but if you want to become Bei Wuxiao's friend, you still need to see if you have any use value!"

Wu Lao Er on the side didn't dare to talk, the reputation of the Tianxia Alliance in the Northern Regions is not small, and even a low-level warrior like him does not dare to say more, for fear that he will be killed because of his unintentional words.