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"Whoosh!"

Countless figures seemed to be sharp arrows from the string and swept towards the top of the high platform, there were a total of twenty spiritual mist above the mausoleum, and there were forty or fifty people in the hurry, and the wolf had more meat and less meat, all up to ability.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a sea of fire erupted in mid-air, rushing towards the surrounding monks.

"Get me down!"

The man in the brown suit sneered, let out a violent snort, and a brown spirit yuan in his hand turned into a long chain and threw it towards a white mist above.

The white spirit mist is like a naughty little guy, so fast that it only leaves afterimages.

"Hulala!"

The iron chain thrown out by the brown man in the power suit was like hitting the air, and it only shattered a few afterimages, and he didn't even touch the shadow of the white spirit mist.

"Boom!"

"Reckless guy!"

"You guys come up with me and block a cloud of spiritual mist together!"

The man with the hat waved his hand, and a red energy blasted into the air where the white mist gathered.

"Bang!"

When the stabbing red spirit element was still three feet away from the mid-air where the white mist gathered, a cold ice energy struck at great speed, slamming on the red spirit element, pushing that red spirit element away.

"Boom!"

The two strands of spirit yuan were entangled and slammed into a huge pillar around the stone platform, and the man in the hat raised his eyebrows, "The stinky boy who has not dried up is really unaware of the height of the sky, dare to stop me!"

With a flick of his sleeves, one after another cold Lingyuan roared and shot towards indifference.

"Get down for me!"

Li Dongxu looked at the figure not far away and snorted coldly,

There was a shock under his feet, his body was like a cannonball, and he rushed to Zhang Tairan's back with the Lingyuan light tail in his hand.

Zhang Tairan blasted out a spiritual element, and when he shot at one of the spiritual mist, the spiritual element fluctuated violently and turned into a net, slamming into a spiritual mist.

I was overjoyed, and I felt a chill in my back, and immediately my feet shook, and my figure fell rapidly, and my arm spirit yuan was condensed, surging and churning.

A loud cry sounded, and an earthy yellow Lingyuan barbarian elephant behind Zhang Tairan took shape, fanning his big ears and shaking his long nose, and the barbarian elephant swept the ground and rumbled in the air.

"Bang!"

The Lingyuan fireball that Li Dongxu blasted out exploded in front of the brute elephant, and the waves of fire swept overwhelmed.

The brute elephant proboscis flicked, a black whirlpool in front of the nose suddenly appeared, a pair of big ears like a pu fan, the fan fan, a suction force spread out in the whirlpool, as if stretching out an invisible hand, the fire wave was grabbed a wisp, a black hole appeared in the center of the whirlpool, and the fire wave was pumped away.

"Whoosh!"

At the moment when Zhang Tairan flew upside down with his strength, a black shadow brushed Zhang Tairan's shoulder, looking at that hideous face, Zhang Tairan's eyes froze, his feet shook continuously, and the sound of crackling air explosions continued to explode on the soles of his feet.

"Damn!"

"Boom!"

A piercing slash slashed out and slammed into the black shadow.

"Boom!"

I saw that the black shadow raised a cane in his hand and drew a circle in mid-air, buzz~

The air vibrate, and the circle of energy around the crutches dispersed, wrapping the knife like a tide, and the crutches shook, and a gray spirit element shot out from the bottom.

"Bang!"

In mid-air, the spirit elements scattered, and the sword gang cut out by Zhang Tairan was annihilated.

"Slash!"

"Boom!"

A sword light that shook the earth and cried ghosts and gods stabbed, and the body of the old man on crutches shook, hum!

A blood-colored circle with ripples appeared under his feet, and when that sword qi pierced, the blood-colored area under his feet gurgled and boiled, and countless blood bubbles appeared.

"Whoosh!"

The boiling blood bubbles turned into sharp arrows and shot out like heavy rain, condensing a blood-colored barrier at the moment when the sword qi swept in, blocking the sword qi, and the boiling blood bubbles consumed the sword qi with a strong smell of blood.

"Boom!"

"What I grabbed has not been snatched out of my hands again. ”

"Then you're going to be disappointed. ”

A man in a cyan suit stood on a pillar with a sword and said.

The old man on crutches was stunned when he heard this, looked at the net condensed by the spirit yuan he was carrying in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Boom!"

"Little doll, good intentions!"

Lingyuan Network was condensed by Zhang Tairan, although it was snatched away, but it was Zhang Tairan's Lingyuan, and the old man had not had time to cut off the connection between Lingyuan Network and Zhang Tairan, and he handed over people, although it was a few breaths of time, but it was enough.

After that, a wave of qi erupted from the spirit yuan under his feet, and the crutches in his hand slammed into the twenty spiritual mist on the high platform, no one has ever gotten it, and there is still a chance, so why bother with what has been lost.

Twenty clouds of spiritual mist, stirred in the mausoleum drifting around, the speed is extremely fast, I saw that many monks are chasing a white light, in the chase of that white light, has not stopped to fight with the monks chasing the white light together, as long as the competitor is knocked down, then no one is threatening themselves, then this treasure is in hand.

"Boom!"

The ground rumbled and vibrate, and countless monks rushed into the mausoleum, looking at the monks in mid-air who were chasing white streamers and constantly attacking each other, they were happy, those streamers must be sealed treasures, there were twenty teams of people chasing, that is to say, Du Linjiang left twenty treasures here, not including his inheritance!

These twenty treasures are a lot of treasure.

The space in the mausoleum of the monks who swarmed over, on the high platform, must be Du Linjiang's coffin, and his inheritance must be on it.

There are about 100 steps on this high platform, which seems to be ordinary but has a vast coercion, and I don't feel it around it, but as soon as I get close to the steps, I can feel the cold sword aura. The person who is pressed is out of breath.

It seems that if you want to get Du Linjiang's inheritance, you must go through all the steps and be recognized by Du Linjiang to be qualified.

Many of the later monks also joined the competition for the twenty streamers.

There are also many warriors snatching some martial arts in the mausoleum, and there are also many warriors who have the idea of Du Linjiang's inheritance, climb the steps, and walk online one level at a time.

Xiaochen entered the mausoleum, looked at the crowd of people everywhere, and said: "Protect yourself, try not to go to the crowd with fewer people, then your pressure will be greater, although the chance of getting the baby in the crowd is slim, but relatively speaking, the pressure is less, and you can increase your experience, which is considered a grind, whether you get the baby or not, it is important to save your life." ”

"Well, I know. ”

Qin Yurou smiled lightly.

Xiaochen nodded, swept over the crowd chasing the streamer, pointed to one of the groups, and said, "Look, on the third pillar on the left, go to that group of people, there are fewer formation-level monks here compared to other groups of people, and the matter is man-made, maybe we will miss it." ”

"Giggles, there's no such thing as that. ”

Qin Yu's soft eyes stared at Xiaochen and said.

"If you can't beat it, run away, it's important to save your life!"

Xiaochen stared at Qin Yujudo with a solemn expression.

"It's mine!"

Suddenly, there was a violent roar in the middle of the mausoleum, and a rumbling sound hit, which made many monks stunned.

I saw that on a stone pillar, a monk was holding a white spiritual mist in his hand, holding a green jade long sword, his eyes were scarlet and swept over the people surrounding him, and said: "This is an ownerless thing, whoever grabs it counts, I have it all, and you still have to rob it!"

"Boom!"

"It's all ownerless, but if you get it, it's yours!"

"Hmph, the treasures of the world are available to those who are capable! Do you think you can protect them even if you get them?"

"Boom!"

"Let's go together!"

"Ahh

A group of people hula pounced on the monk, and the monk roared angrily, stretched out his hand and grabbed into the spiritual mist, hum!

A dazzling white light bloomed, and a wave of energy burst out, and layers of air waves swayed in the air.

A war halberd suddenly appeared in the monk's hand, the war halberd was dark all over, about two meters long, the halberd was carved with a delicate dragon relief, the front part of the war halberd was the front of the war halberd with a hideous big mouth, and the tail of the dragon was the end of the war halberd, which really made people can't help but think, is this war halberd the real dragon refining?

Buzzing!

The monk took the halberd in his hand and circled around the void, and an aura of vicissitudes and desolation gushed out.

"This fluctuation!"

"Hallows?"

"No, that's not a real holy artifact, it should be a pseudo-holy artifact!"

"It's amazing, it's a quasi-holy weapon, and the other spiritual mist ......"

"Hiss......"

Everyone didn't expect that this good start was actually a quasi-holy weapon, and now everyone looked at the spiritual mist that had not yet been mastered, and their eyes were even hotter, would they open a holy weapon?

Many monks stared at the monk who got the quasi-holy weapon with burning eyes, and their minds were also lively, it was good that he got a quasi-holy weapon, but he couldn't keep it, so don't blame others for it.

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