Fang Yu looked at it, first frowned, and the next moment he understood everything in his heart, and then quickly took out a whisk from the Sumeru ring, shook his arm, and waved towards the man!

Whew!

A vast purple aura emerged from the dust, simple but vigorous.

The man didn't expect Fang Yu to react so quickly, and his vitality was also unusually strong, and his heart was awe-inspiring at the moment, and he hurriedly stretched out his arm to block it.

A layer of cyan ripples like water waves blocked in front of the Yin Yang Realm Eight Heavenly Martial Artist, and the purple Haoran Qi hit it mercilessly.

Bang!

There was a large amount of dust around him, and the surroundings were instantly foggy, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

In the midst of this lightning and fire, Wen Qingye felt that the two breaths in front of him were rushing towards him.

The two of them planned to follow the gap between the smoke and dust and join forces to kill Wen Qingye in one fell swoop.

Whoosh!

With a thought of the sword out of the sheath, in the cold environment, there were more three points of calm and sharpness.

Wen Qingye stood there as if he hadn't moved.

"Plop!"

In the smoke, two bodies collapsed, and there was a blood mark between their necks.

At this time, the person from the Yin and Yang Realm Eight Heavens and Fang Yu were staggered and separated, and when they saw their two companions falling, they couldn't help but look at Wen Qingye in amazement.

"You..... He stretched out his finger, suppressing more than his own horror in his heart, did the young man draw his sword, why didn't he feel that his two companions were dead?

Fang Yu rushed forward with his feet, the dust in his hand kept shaking, and the purple light swam rapidly, as if he had become a swimming dragon.

"The dragon swings its tail!"

The purple dust rushed forward, and the cold air currents around it were scattered by the dust, scattering to both sides.

The man's mind shifted sharply, and he rushed behind him.

"Want to go, stop me," Fang Yu shouted, his steps becoming more rapid.

The man felt the whistling sound behind him, and knew that it was impossible for him to run, and at that moment, his body turned, and the vitality between his hands was scattered, and his two palms slapped towards Fang Yu.

Rumble!

A fierce impact sound stirred, Fang Yu's footsteps retreated slightly, his face flushed, and the violent vitality spread from his body to the side.

Coming to a breakthrough?

Wen Qingye looked at Fang Yu's expression at the moment, and immediately understood.

Although Fang Yu is not very old, his cultivation is extremely profound, and he fought against that person, and between the vitality and agitation, he could no longer suppress it, and his cultivation was obviously about to break through.

When the man saw Fang Yu's appearance at this moment, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly ran towards the entrance of the tomb.

"People like you, it's also a scourge to stay, it's better to die, it's a hundred!" Wen Qingye sneered.

The wind surged in the fork, and suddenly rushed out a huge Yuan Qi palm print, which was extremely condensed, like a mountain, with an astonishing speed through the entire corridor.

The man watched Wen Qingye's palm print attack, with a trace of fierce killing intent between his eyebrows, Fang Yu's cultivation was the Yin and Yang Realm Eight Heavens, he knew that he was not an opponent, but Wen Qingye was different, although Wen Qingye's swordsmanship was good, but his cultivation was his hard wound.

"You want to kill me too?"

Thinking of this, the man raised his palm, and his huge fist rushed towards Wen Qingye with the vitality that burst all over his body.

Bang bang!

When his fist met Wen Qingye's palm print, the expression on his face froze suddenly, and then his whole body flew out directly, hitting the stone wall hard.

"You...."He stretched out his finger, with a look of surprise in his eyes, he now knew that this young man with a sword was the strongest of the two, and he was not even Fang Yu's opponent, so he was delusional about fighting Wen Qingye.

Before the fingers of the master of the Yin and Yang Realm Eight Heavens stretched out, his breath was broken.

Fang Yu's whole body was full of vitality, and he looked at Wen Qingye and said, "Brother Wen, it seems that I am going to find a place to break through, you go first, and I will wait for you at the entrance of the tomb when the time comes."

"Okay" Wen Qingye nodded, he knew that Fang Yu had his own means to protect himself, and he didn't need to protect the Fa for him.

After Fang Yu finished speaking, he sat down cross-legged directly, and the jade pendant on his waist emitted a vitality light, which shone Fang Yu tightly inside, forming a layer of protection.

Wen Qingye was relieved to see this, and continued to walk towards the corridor.

I don't know how long it has been.

A fork appeared on the right side of the corridor, and there was a faint voice coming from it, the sound was noisy, but Wen Qingye could hear the angry shouts of the old man of the Burial Heaven Sect.

"Could it be that you found some treasure?" Wen Qingye thought suspiciously, and then walked quietly towards the fork in the road.

At the end of the fork in the road is connected to a luxurious and ancient hall, solemn and simple, and the crystal lamp on the top of the hall is timeless, exuding a bright and soft light, bringing a sense of security to the gloomy environment.

In the middle of the hall lies a coffin, a very ordinary coffin, and in the center is a pool, in which pale green water floats, exuding the breath of endless life.

On the right side of the hall is another intersection, but I don't know where it leads.

The old man of the Burial Heaven Sect had red eyes at the moment, looking at the pool in front of him, his eyes revealing irrepressible desire.

Not only him, but also several masters of the Yin and Yang Realm Eight Heavens next to him had extremely excited and fanatical expressions on their faces.

The woman in black opened her red lips slightly, and said in surprise: "Spirit wood pulp, I didn't expect that there would be such a thing here."

The spiritual wood pulp is the spiritual water ranked one hundred and tenth, with a huge breath of life, whether it is refining pills or repairing injuries, it is a rare treasure.

How could everyone not be surprised that there was a pool here at this moment?

The short old man looked at everyone and shouted: "These are all mine, I am a person from the Burial Heaven Sect, you should know the fate of offending my Burial Heaven Sect, all of them are dead ends, why don't you get out of here?"

"Burial Heaven Sect?" everyone was shocked when they heard this.

The strength of the Burial Heaven Sect is indeed remarkable, although it cannot be compared with the behemoth of Tianxuanzong, but its strength is stronger than any ancient country under Tianxuanzong.

Although it was not explicitly stated, everyone knew that behind the Burial Heaven Sect was the true disciple of Taiyi Pavilion, Hanzun Hankong, that is, supported by Taiyi Pavilion.

"Burial Heaven Sect, even if it's the Taiyi Pavilion?" the woman in black stretched out her slender jade fingers to play with it, and said lightly.

The short old man, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "You dare to despise the Upper Sect?"

"Shangjiao?" the woman in black sneered: "I happen to be useful for this spiritual wood pulp today, no matter who it is, don't want to get involved today"

After the woman in black finished speaking, she stepped forward.

Rumble!

In a moment, an astonishing momentum burst out from the woman's body, rushing directly to the peak of the Nine Heavens of the Yin and Yang Realm.

A Yin Yang Realm Eight Heavens martial artist's mouth opened slightly and said, "Oh my God, I originally thought that this intersection was the worst in strength, but I didn't expect this woman in black to be the peak of the Yin Yang Realm Nine Heavens."

A person next to him shook his head and said, "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect her concealment technique to be so good."

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