The ghost tomb said mysteriously, and it made Jun Yi feel like being devoured by thunder, and his body was cold.

For a moment, his consciousness was in a trance, and his mind couldn't help but echo the words that came out of the mysterious laughter of Fang Cai's ghost.

Billions of Emperor-rank pills are not the Emperor-rank pills that everyone knows...

But... Hundreds of millions of martial artists in the realm of Martial Emperors!!

Not only Jun Yi, but even Concubine Luo, who was standing in the sea of knowledge and under the Yunshen Tree, was also shocked, her pupils dilated suddenly, and her face became even more pale when she trembled.

The corners of Jun Yi's mouth twitched, and he forced a smile and said with difficulty: "This is... Are you kidding?"

It's not that his mental ability to withstand it is not strong enough, but if this method is true, it is too incredible.

Once in the Liuli Cloud Valley of the Beicang Continent, when the Phantom Evil Monkey wanted to refine the sky with all spirits in its illusion realm, although he was shocked by its ruthlessness, he didn't have any special feelings.

But now, if the operation of the Emperor's Extreme Secret Realm is to be maintained by the lives of countless martial artists in the Martial Emperor Realm, wouldn't it mean that hundreds of thousands of years of life have been harvested here?

Even the ground they are stepping on now is the flesh and blood of the former dead warriors.

So isn't the medicinal power in Jun Yi's body that has just healed injuries the same vein?

"The ancestors of Guiyi Villa have a great plan. ”

Ghost Ling laughed mysteriously, and then opened his mouth again: "But Jun boy, you don't have to worry too much about the matter of the dead martial artist. ”

"A martial artist has been cultivating against the sky, and he can become a giant and a strong man who overlooks the heroes, which one of them is not like a murderer?

As he spoke, the mysterious words of the ghost tomb also became cold, and he said with a gloomy and sympathetic stimulus: "Jun boy, I'm afraid you can't remember how much you said, right?"

Jun Yi nodded slightly, and the expression on his face returned to calm, and his face became calm.

Warriors walk in the world, and they are all in the iron law of killing.

If you don't kill others, others will kill you.

This has been the case since time immemorial.

If you want to truly control the emperor's seal and ascend to the nine heavens, how can you succeed if you don't step on the sea of corpses and blood and step on the white bones?

"Hey, just figured it out. ”

Guiling mysteriously felt the change in Jun Yi's mood, he was very satisfied, indecisive, how could he achieve great things?

Then, the ghost tomb said to Jun Yi with a mysterious smile: "If you look at it like this, you have to go to the Huangji Danquan created by hundreds of millions of martial artists in the realm of Martial Emperors." ”

"Why?"

Jun Yi raised his eyebrows, his eyes surprised.

"A warrior goes against the sky, and cultivation is the longevity of heaven and earth. ”

The ghost tomb is not hidden mysteriously, and said bluntly: "If my guess is correct, the ancestors of Guiyi Mountain Villa wanted to give birth to spirits here, so they did so." ”

"Birth... Spirit?"

Jun Yi was puzzled, and doubts also appeared in Concubine Luo's beautiful eyes, but the Yunshen Tree and the Yuan Shi Immortal Tree, who had not been involved in the relationship behind her, were shocked, and their eyes showed a look of shock.

"As for what the spirit is, it's not up to you to know, don't ask. ”

Between the mysterious words of the ghost tomb, he returned to his lazy appearance again, and added calmly: "This is just speculation. ”

"You try to compete, enter the Imperial Dan Spring and take a look, if the picture is really the same as I expected, this thing is really amazing, enough to be called unprecedented. ”

"Even those hidden... Ahem, ahem..."

Saying that, the ghost tomb mysteriously seemed to talk about something that should not be mentioned, and quickly coughed to cover it up, and slammed his mouth and said: "And looking at the degree of shaping here, I'm afraid it's almost time to finish." ”

Jun Yi listened to the mystery of the ghost tomb and coughed for a while, and didn't ask for a while, he felt an itch in his heart, and he gritted his teeth even more with hatred, but he didn't have the slightest way, who let him not fight?

I can only keep the questions in my heart and ask them later.

Jun Yi swept away the chaotic thoughts in his heart, and said softly: "In this way, you can only find trouble first, and they will converge." ”

But he didn't know anything about this place, and he didn't have any hints, so how to find it?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Jun Yi's mind, his eyes lit up suddenly, and then he reached out and took out the jade slip for them to ask for help, rubbed it gently, and then the big hand was slightly forced, and it was directly crushed.

Jun Yi smiled and sprinkled the powder in his hand, then sat cross-legged on the trunk of the tree, waiting quietly.

Since you can't find them yourself, why not let them come to you?

And when everyone gathers together, there is no need for any distress for Yujian, right?

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

In a barren desert, the heat is unbearable.

At a glance, there is only an endless stretch of sand, gray and boundless, and it seems that there are countless mirrors standing around, reflecting a piece of sand and soil, and there are countless turns.

But the figure in black walking slowly inside broke this strange illusion.

It wasn't until I moved my eyes closer that I saw the true face of the figure.

I saw that the figure in black was an old man with a furrow on his face and a coffin.

The old man held the long sword in his palm, but used it as a crutch, his face was pale and covered with sweat, and he was walking hard in the desert, as if he was about to fall at any moment, but the coffin he was carrying behind him was extremely stable, without the slightest bump.

Between his legs and feet, his exposed skin was covered with large and small scars, as well as his chest and arms, so that there was hardly a single intact part of it except his face. Fly Lu

But even so, there was not a trace of scratches on the coffin he was carrying behind his back, not even a trace of dust fell, it seemed to be extremely simple, but it was extremely clean.

Under the scorching sun, a strange brilliance can be faintly seen, flowing on the surface of the coffin.

It turned out that the old man was using his spiritual power to turn into a film and wrap it, obviously this coffin, or the contents of the coffin, was very important to him, even more than his life.

"Rustle, rustle..."

As the old man stepped forward, the sand he stepped on slid for a while, making a slight scorching sound of friction, rolling up a wave of heat, steaming, as if he was not walking in the desert, but in a steamer.

Suddenly, the old man's calm eyes flashed a shallow ripple, and then he regained his calm.

He still walked calmly, but this time the long sword that made the pestle as a crutch shook slightly, and a dazzling light slanted out, like a swimming dragon, galloping away, and disappeared into the dust and sand not far away.

"Hmm..."

With a dull grunt, the dust shook violently, and then regained its calm, but something slightly wet in it flowed out slowly, but it was soon covered by new dust and sand, as if nothing had happened.

The old man was also unconscious, still holding the long sword in his hand and continuing to walk slowly.

But after only a few steps, he stopped again.

"Ugh..."

The old man sighed lightly, and his eyes gradually became cloudy, as if the clear sky was covered with clouds, cold and terrible.

He raised the long sword in his hand and threw it lightly at random, causing it to stick diagonally aside.

Then his expression was solemn, serious, and he began to put down the coffin behind him meticulously, for fear that the slightest turmoil would wake up the sleeping people inside.

"Huh..."

But at this moment, a cold light broke through the sand, and a piercing chill erupted, hitting the old man's chest.

But the old man ignored him at all, as if he didn't see it, as if in his eyes, life and death were not as important as the stability of the coffin, and let him stab the sword.

However, the warrior who made a sneak attack, seeing that the old man was not busy, panicked for a while, and was a little uncertain, and when he saw that he was about to stab the sword into the old man's chest, he was actually in an unstable mood, which made the big hand tremble slightly, and the sword blade stabbed into the old man's ribs.

"Poof..."

Suddenly, blood slowly oozed from the old man's clothes.

The warrior's eyes were happy, and his heart was determined, so he wanted to draw his sword and stab again, and directly kill the old man, but when he used his strength, he found that his sword seemed to be stuck in the old man's ribs, and he couldn't pull it out no matter how he pulled it.

The warrior was sweating profusely, and his face was pale. ，

For a while, he forgot to escape, and looked at the old man with a shrunken face, his pupils trembled, and his trembling mouth couldn't even speak.

The old man didn't pay attention to the warrior's struggle, only when he didn't exist, he gently put down the coffin by himself, and only after it was stable did he lower his eyes, and his cloudy gaze fell on the warrior's face like a cloud.

"Since you're here, you must be ready, right?"

The old man spoke in a hoarse voice, his throat dry as if he hadn't drunk a drop of water for a long time, like the sound of stones rubbing against him, which was very unpleasant.

The old man just looked at it, there was not the slightest coercion overflowing from his body, but the warrior seemed to be carrying a heavy mountain, his body was lying down, and the cold sweat on his face had just oozed out, and he was directly dried by the scorching heat of the desert, and his mouth seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

All he could hear was the sound of his heart pounding, like a drum, dull.

"Well, let's get on the road. ”

The old man sighed lightly, raised his hand slightly, and the long sword stuck in the sand trembled violently, and then burst out, directly grazing the neck of the warrior, with a trace of blood, falling into the old man's hands.

The warrior's head rolled off, and his body unconsciously fell into the sea of sand and was quietly buried.

The old man raised his hand, grabbed the blade inserted into his chest, slowly pulled it out, and threw it on the ground at will, ignoring the blood oozing from the wound, and said in a low voice: "What? Do you want me to invite you out?"

"Boom!"

As soon as the words fell, the sea of sand shook violently.

I saw countless dust and sand in the sea of sand, like a volcano erupting and exploding, rising into the sky.

Between the sand in the sky, there are nearly 100 figures hanging down in the sky, surrounded by amazing ferocity, shaking the void, and surrounding the old man in the middle, swords, sticks and guns are readily available, and the killing machine is intertwined into a net, shrouding down.

"Old thing, today is your time of death!"

"There will be no place for you in heaven or on earth!"

"Hundreds of Martial Emperor powerhouses are surrounded and killed, this treatment is satisfying, right?"

The surrounding warriors burst into cheers, and the chill that roared out made the sea of sand surging endlessly, and the waves rolled up by the sound waves kept slapping towards the old man, as if they were going to tear him apart.

"Kill me?"

The old man gently grabbed the long sword in his hand, and then the sword intent flowed around his body, as if thousands of long swords lingered around his body, and he trembled excitedly: "You... Not enough qualifications!"

In a word, these warriors were not given a chance to speak again.

The old man swung his sword violently, and suddenly the world was silent.

The dust and sand around his feet floated up at this moment, and then he was enveloped in countless sword intents and burst out, turning into a rain of swords and rushing away, engulfing the hundreds of Martial Emperor warriors standing in the sky.

For a while, flesh and blood flew and screamed endlessly.

The old man didn't pay attention to it anymore, turned around and took the coffin solemnly and carefully, walked heavily, trampling on the flesh and blood that had not yet had time to be buried in the yellow sand, and gradually moved away.

In the sky, there was a young man in white standing faintly in the air.

Wen Run smiled, his face full of relief.