The furious nine-headed ice dragon was like an impassable chasm, stopping the monk who pounced on him.

The lifelike scales condensed by the ice crystals shone with a crystal clear cold light, and the ice energy that could freeze everything rolled and swept away, and the cultivators who were weak in indifference were unfortunately turned into snowflakes......

"Got it!"

Xiaochen snatched the spiritual mist, secretly transmitted, looked at the high platform, and the three of them rushed to the high platform.

"Damn!"

"I really didn't expect these three boys to be well-intentioned!"

"The three sons cooperate seamlessly!"

......

After secretly scolding the three of them, many monks continued to join the other treasure robbing teams.

With the cooperation of the three of Xiaochen, several or several people who belonged to the same family or the same group all imitated the method of desperately competing for one and grabbing the second together before the three of them, and the white mist competition entered a white-hot state, and the casualty rate soared.

The three of Xiaochen guarded the red-eyed monks around them back to back, and looked at the steps leading to the high platform, and there were already many monks struggling to go up.

On the hundred steps, the coercion that came from the high platform above was too uncomfortable, the higher the pressure, the more the Lingyuan was blocked, not to mention that it was difficult to move an inch, anyway, it was slow to move like a falter.

Many of the monks who stepped on the steps were covered with a layer of fine sweat on their foreheads, their arms were bulging with bruises, their teeth were rattling, the joints of their fists were white, and their faces were flushed.

Because, going up the steps looks much simpler than competing for the twenty spiritual mist, at least there will be no casualties, a hundred steps, as long as you can hold on, the treasure above will be successful.

Among the monks who stepped up the steps, there were not many formation-level monks, and the formation-level monks were not interested in the coffin on the high platform, and the twenty spiritual mist in front of them were treasures, and the coffin was nothing more than a skeleton.

Now there are the monks of the Gathering Spirit Realm who are the most on the steps, and of course, there are also the monks of the Ning Yuan Realm who do not know whether they are alive or dead, and who can be used for themselves.

Although struggling to resist the pressure to go up. However, the result was a little embarrassing, under such a huge pressure, the surface of the skin of many Ning Yuan Realm monks cracked, cracked blood marks one after another, dripping blood beads gushed out, gathering on the surface, and some monks' bodies could no longer withstand the pressure, but their eyes were scarlet, their steps were still non-stop, and they climbed up with rapid breathing, and when they reached halfway, a blood mist suddenly exploded.

Burst!

couldn't bear the pressure and died violently. A large mist of blood sprinkled on the steps, slowly seeping into the steps.

No one has pity, no one feels pity, just thinks it's self-defeating......

Xiaochen looked at the hundred steps like a death ladder, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Sure?"

Indifferent took a deep breath, climbed up one step at a time, and told Xiaochen with action, "He, be sure!"

After going up a dozen steps, I didn't see any obstacle to the indifferent action.

Xiaochen breathed a sigh of relief, but his face was instantly gloomy.

This made the eyes of many monks who had no chance to grab the remaining dozen or so spiritual mist clusters burn.

"Huh, seeing how difficult it is for those monks to ascend the steps, why is this kid so easy?"

"Is that pressure gone?"

"Could it be that this kid has any special treasures on him?"

"Or does this kid have anything to do with Du Linjiang?"

"Hey, didn't this kid get the news that he had an ice sword in his hand a few days ago! This will appear here, isn't it...... He's really the Ice Lord's heir, and he's here to find the rest of the Ice Sword Fragments!"

"This kid is not simple, stop him!"

............

When Xiaochen Zhang calmly watched the figure climb up, many monks rushed over.

Zhang Tairan resisted the holy knife on his shoulder, stared at these people who rushed up majestically, and said coldly: "I use the blood of my body to cast a copper wall and iron wall, and you can take a step forward in cultivation!"

"Slash!"

The holy light swept through, and the whistling spirit yuan frantically set off a blast of wind in the sky, the sword gang tore through the air, and the land was shattered, and the floor seemed to have an earth dragon rushing through, cracking with a click, and the ground was splashed with rubble, and the flesh and blood flew in the air.

Still, the monks swarmed up the steps.

What does this damage count?

It's just three kids from the Spirit Realm, that is, I haven't met our formation level, you must know that among the formation level and formation level monks, there is a gap between the same level, and those formation levels that were killed by the three of them are just rubbish, and there is a name of a formation-level monk in vain, which does not live up to the name.

"It's just three hairy boys, I don't believe I can't tear off a piece of meat!"

"Although there is a holy weapon, but the holy weapon needs the support of a large number of spirit elements, see how long you can last!"

"Use crowd tactics to drag you to death!"

Dozens of formation-level monks in front of them, one formation after another were formed under their feet, and they all bombarded Xiaochen and Zhang Tairan.

Zhang Tairan was blocking in front, since the spiritual mist was in his hand, Xiaochen didn't know what was sealed in it, if it was not a weapon after opening, it would be a big deal.

Airplanes!

A dazzling white light erupted from the spiritual mist, and a stream of light came out.

Xiaochen grabbed his hand, and a delicate sword was in his hand, and three words were engraved on the connection between the hilt and the sword body: "Liuyun Sword!"

The holy light on the holy sword flowed, Xiao Chen felt the vast power from the holy sword, the corners of his lips raised slightly, Xiao Chen first came into contact with the holy soldiers of the Kyushu Continent, but he felt that it was nothing more than that, compared to his own sword in the Heavenly Domain and the sword in his collection, there was still a little gap, in the Heavenly Domain, that is, the medium level.

Only the Emperor Weapon is the strongest weapon in the Heavenly Domain, and Xiaochen must have an Emperor Weapon!

Do as the locals do, the holy sword, it's enough!

The spirit yuan in his left hand condensed, slashed across the sword body, stared at the monks who rushed over, and said, "If you want to go over, first ask the sword in your hand if you agree!"

"Cangyue Sword Technique!"

"Slash!"

The red sword qi flew straight towards a monk, and a huge tiger was sacrificed in the monk's hand, and he pounced on Xiao Chen with his bloody mouth open, and there was a formation behind him that spun and sank into the ground.

"Break it for me!"

Xiao Chen's feet shook, shattering a layer of steps, and the holy sword slashed out several sword qi, intertwining and tearing around the Lingyuan Tiger that pounced.

Xiaochen roared, and the holy sword trembled violently, and a straight holy emperor swooped into the tiger's head.

"Bang!"

The Lingyuan Tiger's head exploded with a bang, and the sword qi was more than the back of his neck, stabbing the ground obliquely, and the ground cracked with a bang, and dust flew and gravel splashed.

Xiaochen's fingers pinched, and the thunder lotus in his hand instantly condensed and blasted towards the cracked ground.

One sword stroke after another. Blocking the front and back of the monk, he was stabbed in the left arm by the holy light that Zhang Tairan cut out while the formation was crushed by the holy light.

The monk's body trembled, and in an instant, he was stabbed by Xiaochen with a sword qi in the back, and when the figure flew upside down, Lei Lian exploded, and Zhang Tairan Xiaochen combined forces to kill the formation-level monk.

The dark clouds in mid-air were densely stepping, the thunder was rolling and tumbling, and Xiao Chen's sword moves slashed out and blasted towards the crowd that pounced on them.

The thunder was all over the sky, and the thunder and thunder flashed in the sky and bombarded the monks who pounced, and the thunder penetrated the skin and paralyzed the nerves, and the red sword qi swept through, splitting the skin and flesh......

The two holy weapons cooperate with each other, you slash me and stab, you sweep me, the spirit yuan is frantically transported to the holy soldiers, the holy light is swept, and the formations are constantly annihilated by the holy light, which makes those formation-level monks angry and angry, but there is nothing to be done, ordinary spirit soldiers are a group of rabble in front of the holy weapons, not to mention the two holy weapons!

The holy light swept over, and the strong tearing force could tear the Ning Yuan Realm monks apart, and the Gathering Spirit Realm monks did not dare to touch it, and the formation-level monks could rely on the strong spirit yuan to resist it, this was still Xiao Chen's two strength was not enough, otherwise it would inevitably be torn apart.

In this way, Xiaochen and Zhang Tairan guarded the steps, as long as they did not exhaust their strength, this bloody storm would continue for a while.

Xiaochen's body was covered with thunder, like armor, and he held a holy sword, like a thunder god.

Zhang Tairan's earthy yellow spirit yuan around him was like a mountain, and the two of them worked together to intercept it, and the power displayed by the two holy weapons was unstoppable!

The rumbling Lei Yuan, the sword qi, the sword gang swept wildly, the fist prints and palm prints, the formation continued to wear away with the holy light, and some people in the black oppressive crowd kept falling, and some people kept making up for it......

The area around the stairs was devastated and broken, and blood flowed like a small stream, and the craters that had been blasted out were filled with blood......

The hundred steps are because of two people, but no one has stepped on the next step.

..................

"Hey, I didn't expect these three people to be so simple, just three people, they can block the attacks of so many monks, as long as they don't die young, the future is limitless!"

"That blue-eyed boy is the most dangerous!"

"Playing with thunder...... It's not the Origin Spirit Element, is it the mutated Thunder Spirit Element?"

......

"It's kind of interesting!"

The man with the black hat grabbed a white spirit mist and looked at Xiaochen and the three of them with a smile.

"This little doll is really not ordinary. ”

The old man on crutches swept his gaze over the three of Xiaochen and looked at Xiaochen Dao.

"Yangnan County is really a hero and a boy!"

A middle-aged man looked at the three people on the high platform.

The competition in the mausoleum has gradually come to fruition, and the monks who have not gained it are all secretly hated in their hearts, a total of twenty spiritual mist masses, none of them have attained the Tao, if it is said that the strength is not good, it is okay, but there are many monks in the late stage of the formation level who are also empty-handed, and their hearts are very unhappy.

Look at the situation on the other side of the steps below the high platform. The minds of many monks continued to come alive.

Man will always become, always by his own will.

If you are in a hurry, even if you can't get anything, you can't let other people's ways!

This is the last treasure in the mausoleum, and one person can swallow it alone?

Those who take the treasure, if we go to rob it again, it is looking for death, and we can't rob others. They looked at the three people on the high platform and stood still, they were watching and watching the situation change.

If we don't fight for it, we really have nothing.

Although the three of them are very powerful, even the formation-level powerhouses can kill them, and if there is a husband, there is a tendency to be unsuccessful.

However, being an enemy of a monk who didn't get the treasure can drown both of them even if he spits on them!

If people don't do it for themselves, heaven and earth will be destroyed!

Rob!