The divine light of various secret techniques and martial arts continued to burst and shine in the void like fireworks.

And when the battle commanders were holding each other back, a group of powerful war kings in Dongze also quickly approached the War Saint Phantom.

As if they had taken stimulants, everyone walked quickly towards the gray-robed old man sitting on the white stone island in the shadow.

The Battle Saint Secret Treasure, this is an opportunity to ascend to the sky in one step, as long as you embark on the path of cultivation, everyone will never let it go!

If you don't play with your life at this time, when will you encounter this kind of opportunity to play with your life!

The figure of the fierce fight in the sky, the corpse fell into the water like a dumpling.

Looking down from the sky, in the waters around the huge War Saint Phantom, the black pressure was overwhelming, and there was a fight everywhere.

Regardless of whether there is a chance to get the Battle Saint Secret Treasure or not, as soon as you are infected by this frenetic fighting atmosphere, you will immediately kill the red eye.

But when a group of battle commanders were fighting for their lives for the Battle Saint Secret Treasure, Dongze's top ten battle lords were silent, and no one showed up here.

At the same time, at the border of the Great Lake of Dongze, far away from the place where the War Saint fell, ten thin and tall figures of different heights stood under a bloody sky.

The eyes of these ten people were all solemnly looking into the depths of the primeval forest adjacent to the Dongze Great Lake and the Demon Clan.

"Hey, those juniors still don't understand what the fall of a war saint means to Dong Ze?!"

"Without the Baishi Old War Saint sitting here, I'm afraid that the sixty thousand demon clans on the border will immediately flock towards Dongze!"

"It's really sad that these unscrupulous juniors are still fighting for the Battle Saint Secret Treasure!"

"Where do they understand the kind of near-invincible existence of the War Saint powerhouse, what kind of means are there, if the other family wants to leave something for these juniors before the fall, they have already decided on the candidates, if his old man doesn't want to leave any secret treasures for these juniors, even if he fights for his head, no one will get a cent!"

"But I really pity our old bones, they are robbing the treasure, but we still have to buy them time to rob the treasure......"

"Don't talk nonsense, you people, who have not been supported by the old war saint of Baishi before, climbed to today's position, since it is his old man's last will, even if he fights hard, he must complete it for me. ”

The last person to speak was a strong man with a rough voice, and after he finished speaking, the other Zhanzun of Dongze all closed their mouths, and after a long time, a woman said one last thing quietly.

"He's gone, old man, hey......" At the end of the woman's words, there was a slight choked up.

The other nine Dongze Zhanzun who stood on the surface of the Dongze Great Lake, their faces were all solemn, and the emotions in everyone's eyes were extremely complicated.

"It's coming!" Among the ten people, the most majestic man's voice was as cold as ice, and his body leaked out of the incomparable Zhanzun momentum, and his eyes looked coldly at the black and oppressive forest in the distance.

When the others raised their eyes to look again, a tide of beasts poured out of the entire forest like a black torrent.

The beast tide is in the millions, and the lowest-level demon beasts are also strong enough to have four-star strength, flying in the sky, with sharp minions and hideous faces.

Leading the beast tide were a total of fifteen huge and incomparable seven-star demon kings, whose bodies were as majestic as a giant mountain, and they stepped through the void and attacked wildly, without hiding their incomparable momentum, roaring angrily.

"The White Stone Saint is dead, Dongze should be under the control of our demon clan!"

"Now withdraw from Dongze, I can leave Er and the other Terran Zhanzun with a life!"

"Don't use your mantis arm as a car, do this useless struggle!"

Fifteen seven-star demon kings, headed by a frog, the frog's body is more than 3,000 meters long, the scale armor flashes with a dazzling blue light, the head is hideous, and the roar is like a dragon's roar shaking the sky.

Dongze Ten Zhanzun was headed by the most majestic Iron Prison Zhanzun, he stepped out from the ten, his face was as cold as ice, there was no nonsense, the five fingers of his right hand were clenched into fists, and the thick and incomparable black Dao chains were gathered on the surface of his fist.

"Give Lao Tzu - get out!!"

The Iron Prison Battle Venerable roared angrily, clenched his fist and smashed a punch at the extremely arrogant frog.

The fist intent shattered the heavens and the earth, and the Dao rolled and tumbled in the air like a group of dragons.

Boom!

The frog was smashed down by his punch, and its body more than three thousand meters long retreated more than a mile, crushing countless demon beasts behind him.

"Kill!"

The horns of the frog's head cracked, and the blood was rolling, but he didn't even have the slightest fear, but roared fiercely, and the other fourteen seven-star demon kings roared angrily and slaughtered them.

After the strongest of the two sides fought, countless demon beasts roared like a black torrent and poured into the Dongze Great Lake, frantically swept towards the phantom of the War Saint on the great shore of the big lake.

Burst......

Nearly a hundred battle commanders in the sky had already formed a battle, and the divine light of martial arts and secret techniques was shining continuously.

The shattered Han Ming fell from the sky into the waters of the Great Lake of Dongze, and he had never felt that the water of the Great Lake was so cold to the bone.

"Quick, you two fools are here to help, this kid's bones are about to break!" the fool roared angrily.

Zhenzi and Devouring didn't dare to slack off, and released the power of the origin together to help Han Ming eliminate the power of the Dao rule in his body.

It was not only Han Ming's body that was shattered, but when he pressed it with his palm, even Han Ming's bones also collapsed.

This time, even if Han Ming can escape death again, I'm afraid he can only be a wasted person.

His shattered head, feet, and hands quickly recovered again, and the pure holy body energy also gushed out from the main body in his body, desperately maintaining the last wisp of vitality.

The power of the half-statue is too terrifying.

Even if Han Ming was able to reach the strength of the eighth-order battle lord with the help of the power of killing words, it was an external force after all, and his physical body was only the body of a sixth-order war king.

Therefore, in the face of the destruction of the half-zun, there is almost no resistance, but it is enough to keep the last ray of life, and life and death are in danger.

Knock knock!

Corpses continued to fall from the battlefield above the lake, spitting strings of blisters beside him, sinking continuously.

The lake was covered with blood, and Han Ming continued to sink towards the dark bottom of the lake.

He was dazed, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he smiled miserably, and the blood in his mouth was scattered in the lake.

When he looked up with his vague vision, he saw another strange and magical scene.

I saw that there was no more colorful divine light on the surface of the lake when the heroes were fighting, and the martial arts collided.

Even the blood-covered lake was extremely clear in his sight at this moment.

In a trance.

Han Ming looked through the water and saw the scene above the lake.

Directly above him was a small island of white stones, and in the corner of the island sat an old man in a gray robe with kind eyes.

The old man maintained exactly the same movements as when he first saw him, bent his back, holding a green bamboo fishing rod, and using a fishing line without a hook, and concentrated on fishing.

Han Ming is just below the lake where the old man is fishing, and it keeps sinking.

Hallucinations before death?!

The gray-robed old man has obviously fallen without any vitality!

Han Mingyuan's eyes widened, and as his body continued to sink, his vision was also obscured by the increasingly dim lake water.

On the surface of the lake, the face of the old man who was concentrating on fishing became more and more blurred and distant.

"Old ...... Old...... People, you ...... Go all the way!!"

Han Ming grinned reluctantly, and finally reached the limit, his eyes slowly closed.

"At this time, what old man are you still thinking about, I think you are enchanted, you are dying......" The killer word chattered and complained, it saw nothing through Han Ming's body, only the bloody lake.

But just as Han Ming was about to close his eyes, he was in a trance, as if he saw that the old man who was fishing on the surface of the lake was looking at him below the lake, and suddenly smiled warmly like a warm spring breeze, and raised his hand to throw a golden light seed at him.

After the golden light seed fell into the lake, it sank rapidly, and finally landed on Han Ming's chest, submerging into his chest......

"There are still a thousand cups left, and the old man has already made an appointment with you!!"