Inside the underground tombs, the Dragonblood Warriors are still roaming around, hunting the Coalition's explorers and looking for traces of the Flood Abyss.

At the same time, Hong Yuan walked in the dark, passing through ancient buildings and continuing to go deep into the underground tombs.

Carefully calculated, there were almost forty dragon-blooded warriors who died under his sword. Now, he had no interest in hunting dragon blood warriors, and instead focused on the Blue Dragon Hou Chu Tuhan. Killing a hundred dragon-blooded warriors and killing all the dragon-blooded warriors who participated in this operation is not as good as cutting off a finger of Chu Tu Han, and killing him if he is lucky, not to mention, it has extraordinary significance.

To kill the enemy is to kill opponents who are stronger than yourself, and the more powerful the opponent, the more challenging and accomplished it will be!

Liu Ziming and the like, Hong Yuan will not kill, and he can't arouse the slightest interest.

The space was dark, and there were fewer and fewer pillars of flame along the way.

Following the traces left by the green dragon under Chu Tuhan's crotch, Hong Yuan went straight to the deepest part of the underground tomb. Frontal fighting, he asked himself if he was an opponent, and there was no way to fight Chu Tuhan for the time being, but in the wild, frontal fighting has never been the mainstream.

A real hunter, even if he cultivates above the prey, will not easily confront the prey, and then he is not a qualified hunter. Stratagem and traps are what a hunter really has to do.

Chu Tuhan is very powerful, and he and Zhao Xueying together are not necessarily opponents, it stands to reason that they can't kill Chu Tuhan, but who knows the final result?

Hong Yuan walked faster and faster, not because he killed more than thirty dragon blood warriors, and he was not timid. Everyone makes mistakes, and Chu Tuhan is the same, as long as he makes mistakes, the opportunity will come.

The world of ancient tombs under the ancient city of Lishui is far larger than imagined, with tombs in tombs and even larger palaces behind the palaces. There are many places, perhaps hundreds of years that no one has visited, and the musty smell of time fills the air. The further you went, the more eerie it became, and gradually, the sounds of the dragon-blooded warriors and explorers fighting disappeared, and the whole world was silent, like an ancient tomb forgotten by time.

There was no figure along the way, but the fierce sword scorpion gradually increased, and it seemed that they had entered the old nest of the ancient tomb sword scorpion. Sometimes when you step on it, you can directly stomp on several tomb knife scorpions, and you can hear the crisp sound of the hard shell cracking on the knife scorpion.

"Chu Tuhan and Zhao Xueying, they won't really rush into the old nest of the ancient tomb knife scorpion, right? Aren't the two of them afraid that they will be drowned by the sea of scorpions that have been entrenched here for thousands of years?"

Hong Yuan shook his head, and there was a faint uneasiness in his heart.

After cultivating the War Pet Heavenly Scripture and having an army of war pets around him, he has a deep understanding of the power of the group of demon beasts, and no one knows better than him what it means to be overwhelmed by demon beasts.

Strictly speaking, the Tomb Knife Scorpion is only a low-level demon beast, not much stronger than vampire bats, but its unique size, two knife-like horned whiskers, and the highly poisonous scorpion tail give it a unique attack. The dark and damp underground tombs are terrifying for explorers and a hunting paradise for scorpions!

What's more, this underground tomb has existed for at least thousands of years, which means that the tomb sword scorpion is likely to have bred here for thousands of years. In the long years of thousands of years, to what extent has this kind of social demon beast multiplied?

Hong Yuan was cautious step by step, although he moved forward boldly, he was secretly becoming more and more vigilant.

The Blood Bat King and the Three-Tailed Fox and other war pets were also a little uneasy, only the big fat cat ran forward and backward quite excitedly, one bite at a time, and swallowed it in one bite when it saw the ancient tomb knife scorpion, and ate it happily. After returning to the tomb world, this guy finally had a full meal, and he didn't look like some Death Guard, but a greedy fat cat.

After passing through the palace, Zhao Xuemin and Chu Tuhan were still missing, and they couldn't even hear their voices, as if the two disappeared out of thin air. There was an obscure fluctuation in the air, as if there was some ancient prohibition, which isolated all the sounds and fluctuations of the outside world, and each palace became a world of its own.

Hong Yuan became more and more cautious and continued to move forward.

Although the whereabouts of Zhao Xuemin and Chu Tuhan have not been seen for a long time, along the way, traces left by the green dragon under Chu Tuhan's crotch can be seen from time to time.

Sometimes, it was a huge paw print, deeply imprinted on the ground or wall, and sometimes, it was a broken hole, judging from the size and shape, it should have been forcibly bumped out by the green dragon, perhaps to avoid Zhao Xuemin's attack, or to take a shortcut and rush to the front to block Zhao Xuemin's retreat. Everywhere in these places, the smell of the green dragon remains in the air.

Hong Yuan was bold, careful, and very meticulous, and found a drop of blood on a broken wall.

The blood stains had not yet dried, and even condensed into beads of blood that flowed slowly on the stone wall. Hong Yuan stretched out his hand and let the drop of blood flow to his fingertips, touching the temperature of the blood droplet, and smelling the breath of the blood droplet.

"It's Zhao Xuemin, she's injured, they're in front!"

Hong Yuan raised his head and accelerated forward.

Although he still couldn't hear the sound, and he couldn't sense the breath of Zhao Xuemin and Chu Tuhan, he knew that the two of them were in front. Sure enough, after passing through the invisible palace ban, the roar of the dragon and Zhao Xuemin's shouting came from his ears. In front, there is an ancient, majestic palace, and the plaque above the gate reads the words 'Yeosu Pavilion'.

"Lishui Ancient City, Lishui Pavilion ......"

Hong Yuan muttered, knowing that he had come to the deepest part of the ancient tomb world, looked around, strode up, and the moment he stepped into the Lishui Pavilion, he felt an invisible power fluctuation and broke into a new prohibition. In the palace, the fierce battle between Zhao Xuemin and Chu Tuhan was in full swing, with a lot of snowflakes floating in the air, and the temperature was freezing cold.

The snowflakes are like knives, like ice blades flying in the air, bringing up cold lights. Being landed on his body by these snowflake ice blades, Chu Tuhan and the green dragon under his crotch also had blood flowing from their bodies, and even spewed out a bloody arrow. The huge green dragon was already drenched in blood, roaring and rampage, slamming against the hard stone wall from time to time, and the whole palace shook with it.

Chu Tuhan, who was riding on the green dragon, was expressionless, the spear in his hand was like thunder, like lightning, and a shot stabbed out with a rumbling thunder, and the hard stone walls were all poked into a hole.

Two people and a dragon fight to the death in the palace.

Chu Tuhan and the green dragon under his crotch were not lightly injured, and Zhao Xuemin's injuries were even more serious, and the white robe on his body was already stained red with blood. Even, even the snowflakes floating in the air were covered with a faint layer of blood, and the face was frighteningly white, miserable and white without a trace of blood, and there was no previous elegance between actions, and it was thrilling under Chu Tuhan's attack.

"Zhao Xuemin is really not an opponent, this surnamed Chu is really strong!"

Hong Yuan's face was solemn and he watched the battle from afar.

Whether it is Zhao Xuemin or Chu Tuhan, they are obviously first-class masters in the Divine Ghost Continent. Before, the two had reservations, testing each other, but now, it was clear that it was the last moment of the life-and-death struggle, and the battle was particularly fierce. Not to mention a Spirit Body Realm cultivator, it was a Divine Soul Realm master who rushed up and rashly intervened, and there was only one result, death!