"That fist!" the war maniac keenly spotted the domineering fist.

The Heaven-Breaking Martial God's fist is only a small part of the whole picture, but as long as you feel it slightly, you can feel the domineering fist intent on the fist.

"What a domineering punch! Could it be that the Netherworld Martial God died at the hands of this person? Who is this person?"

Hanyang Martial Monarch said indifferently: "How can this Netherworld Martial God love to die, the key is, where is the huge wealth he has looted by destroying the Ten Thousand Star Gate?"

Everyone shook their heads secretly, and they couldn't guess more information from this ancient painting.

The war maniac stared at that fist, and a fierce battle intent surged out of his body, and he was figuring out the fist intent that emanated from that fist.

Jian Kongchen, Ling Yunfei, Mo Liuyu, Xue Ling'er and others were also figuring out the fist intent, that power seemed to have a domineering momentum that shattered everything, and after careful consideration, they all gained something to some extent.

"This should be the last painting, maybe the burial coffin of the Netherworld Warrior God is in front, let's go and see it together?" said the war maniac heartily.

Lei Shan looked at the endless black clouds and mist in front of him, and then at the ancient picture on the demon wall, and suddenly said: "I won't go ahead, you go and explore!

After Lei Shan finished speaking, he turned around and left, without the slightest pause.

Everyone was slightly stunned, Mu Feng's eyes flickered slightly, and he said to Ling Yunfei: "Yunfei, it's okay if you don't go ahead, go back with me." ”

Ling Yunfei glanced at Mu Feng in surprise, shook his head and said, "Senior Uncle, we have already come here, how can we just leave?" I want to continue to explore the front. ”

"Okay, then you can act on your own!" Mu Feng snorted coldly in displeasure and turned to leave.

The Black Cloud Demon Lord looked at everyone, glanced at Ye Kong resentfully, and left without saying a word.

The spirit monkey looked suspicious on his face, and said puzzledly: "Boss, these guys have bags on their heads, they have all arrived here, and they are falling back one by one!"

Ye Kong shook his head lightly and said, "There's nothing strange about it, the place we came over has a total of twelve halls, and there should also be twelve nine-star spirit weapons." ”

"Now there is a blood-colored short axe, a white bone stick, a mountain and river seal, an ancient clumsy sword, a black hook, a golden divine clock, Ling Yunfei should also have one, adding up, only seven. ”

"In other words, in those halls, there are still five nine-star spirit weapons left. ”

"Ahead should be the burial place of the Nether Warrior God, there may be great wealth inside, but the danger is definitely greater. They weren't sure how to deal with the danger ahead, so they planned to get their hands on the remaining five nine-star spirit weapons first. ”

"What's more, where is the treasure of the Netherworld Martial God, there is no record on this ancient painting at all. For them, it is better to gamble on their lives to go to the front, than to go to the rear to get treasure. ”

As for Ye Kong's eighteen steel whips and the Ten Thousand Soul Banners of Mo Liuzhen, they were all obtained from the Thousand Zhangs White Bone Peak, and Ye Kong did not mention them.

Hearing Ye Kong's explanation, the others also showed expressions of deep approval.

Regarding Ye Kong's speculation, Ling Yunfei did not refute it.

"I see, Boss, shall we go back?" the Spirit Monkey nodded, eager to try.

Ye Kong shook his head and said, "Although the value of the Nine Star Spirit Weapon is not low, how can it be compared to the treasure of the Netherworld Martial God's burial?

"Oh yes!" the monkey nodded again.

Mo Liuyu said slowly: "Cultivators, move forward bravely. Retreating before you see danger is a taboo in practice, and it can even weaken your luck. These old guys, more than enough, not enterprising, will never have a chance to get the treasures in the rear again. ”

Hanyang Wujun was also going to leave with Xue Ling'er, striving to get one or two more nine-star spirit weapons, and then go to explore the final tomb. Even, even if everyone gets the final treasure, they can intercept it halfway.

Now, hearing Ye Kong and Mo Liuqing's words, he dispelled the idea of going back to get the treasure in his heart.

"The news that there is a Martial God Tomb in the Northern Yin Tomb has been spread, and the longer it drags on, the more people will come. If everyone continues to delay here, it will only be cheaper for future generations!Since everyone wants to enter to find out, why don't we enter together?" Hanyang Wujun said in a deep voice.

In this regard, Ye Kong and the others have no opinion.

Ye Kong said those words, mainly because he wanted to leave a few cannon fodder to explore the tombs behind. If they all leave, he'll have to explore on his own.

At that moment, Hanyang Wujun stood in front of him with a golden bell on his head, and Xue Ling'er followed closely behind. Then there were the Battle Maniacs, Mo Liuyu, Ye Kong and Niu Chongtian, the spirit monkey stood on Ye Kong's shoulder, and Jian Kongchen and Ling Yunfei were behind the palace.

At such a time, no one dares to be careless. There is a great seal of mountains and rivers suspended above the head of the war maniac, the ink stream sacrifices the Ten Thousand Soul Banner hanging in the air, Niu Chongtian holds the blood-colored short axe, and the spirit monkey carries the white bone stick.

Jian Kongchen and Ling Yunfei didn't take out the nine-star spirit weapon on their bodies, but they were also ready to move in their bodies, ready to make a move at any time.

As they walked forward, they followed the direction of the demon wall winding backwards.

However, as they walked, they suddenly found that the magic wall around them disappeared at some point, and no one noticed how the magic wall disappeared.

"What about that demon wall, why is it gone?" Jian Kongchen suddenly spoke, his voice extremely solemn.

Everyone looked back unconsciously, but where was the shadow of the magic wall?

The place they were in now was in a pitch-black and endless mist, and they couldn't see what was going on around them, and they couldn't even reach far with the power of the martial spirit, and they had even lost their way.

The Great Seal of Mountains and Rivers above the head of the war maniac quickly grew larger, and from it rushed out of the phantom shadows of the mountains, and violently suppressed the surroundings, dispersing large areas of black clouds and mist.

The remaining black clouds tumbled like boiling water, and the faint sound of thousands of undead roaring poured into everyone's eardrums, making people smell sick.

The Ten Thousand Soul Banners above Mo Liuyu's head danced, and black shadows rushed into the surrounding black clouds, but the surrounding undead demon sounds were still loud and did not be affected too much.

This kind of voice, as if it is pervasive, rings directly in people's minds.

"Bell!"

The Golden Divine Bell emitted a clear bell ringing, sending out a circle of sound waves visible to the naked eye, which quickly spread in the black clouds and mist.

As the sound wave spread, the surrounding magic sounds and clouds dissipated one after another, revealing a crimson earth, endless and endless. (Just Love)

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