Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎforeadx;? The opening of the ancient burial ground has attracted everyone's attention, and everyone wants to know who can take the lead in this Tianjiao competition and become the king of the younger generation

"Hurry up and show the deity how that junior of my clan is doing in the secret realm!" Some monks of the older generation did not care about being reserved, and the sound was like a bell, and the entire Void Ancient City squeaked

A large group of bigwigs in various tribes are stretching their necks to look into the void mirror image at this time, looking for the figure of Tianjiao in their respective clans, no wonder they are so excited, there is an unfathomable power in that secret realm, and it must be at a great cost to find out some of the situations inside

"This little fellow is not bad, he has the shadow of the eldest brother when he was young!" said a woman from the Yaksha clan, who stretched out her tongue like a snake and licked her bright red lips as he watched a burly blonde young man leave, with fiery envy in his eyes

In fact, even a monk with a low cultivation level could clearly feel the strength of this blonde young man, he was hidden in a round of hazy golden light, it was really too extraordinary, his speed was even faster, and the mountains disappeared under his feet, like a round of Hao Sun jumping on the top of the mountains

The old man sitting in the air just raised his head slightly, and continued to fall into a drowsy state, obviously he didn't have much interest in this yaksha He has great confidence, this trip to the burial place of the kings, the junior in their clan has the absolute strength to crush his peers, there will be no big problems

"Zheng!"

The terrifying sword qi seemed to be able to pass through the obstacles of space, and the big guys present all frowned, and the entire void mirror image began to distort, and was crowded with white light, and a young man with a fair face and dressed in sackcloth in front of the mirror clapped his hands carelessly, turned around and walked away

"It's him again!, what the hell is a monster from that big clan!" shouted an older generation of monks, as if they had seen a ghost at the sight of this sackclothed boy.

Patches of mountains are shattered and collapsed, the blood on the ground is still flowing slowly, and the broken flesh that still exudes divine light is even more shocking, because these unformed minced meat are from those who are proud of the day for thousands of miles, and at this time, even a complete body cannot be left, how desolate is this!

The face of the monk next to the mirror image of the void immediately darkened, thinking that there was Tianjiao in their clan among those piles of minced meat, but unfortunately it withered prematurely before it emerged in this secret realm, which made people sigh

"It's extremely hateful, isn't this son afraid of retribution if his methods are so cruel?" A big man from the underworld who was wrapped in black mist and scolded loudly, with a cold glow in his eyes, which made people tremble

"Hehe, put away your ridiculous thoughts, although the identity of that young man is not very clear, but the old man believes that if this passage spreads, your rotting corpse will definitely not see the sun tomorrow"

An old man paced over, with a peaceful look on his face, and what he said was not polite at all, and the monk present was first stunned, and then sneered In the eyes of many people, this old man with a little hunched back is really ordinary and can no longer be ordinary, and there is no momentum that a strong monk should have

"Can't see the sun tomorrow, are you threatening this seat?" The ink-thick mist dispersed, and he was dressed in black to hunt, hiding his true face, but the killing intent came out through the bones, making people feel cold all over the body

Many monks felt the strong smell of gunpowder on the field, and they shot at each other without saying a word, this is a common thing in the cultivation world, but it is not a matter of recklessness that anyone said, but a problem about the Dao heart, once the Dao heart fails, the path of cultivation is also estimated to come to an end, of course, this kind of realm, ordinary people are also rare to experience

The hunchbacked old man didn't speak, just waved his sleeves, and lightly dissolved this cold killing intent The black-clothed man was shocked, he knew that he should understand that he had met a master!

"Qingxuan, I didn't expect your old turtle to be alive, it's really surprising!" said the old man of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan who was sitting in the air like a ** day, as if he was reminiscing about the past

"Yes, the monks of our generation can hardly see that time flies too fast, changes too much, and awaits slow decay," the hunchbacked old man said slowly

"Haha, how high-spirited you were in the past, I really can't believe that this kind of words will come out of your mouth, even if you are born in the wrong era, at the end of the Tao, but no one has transcended it"

"Yes, there are always some people who are destined to stand at heights that you and I can't reach in our lifetime," the hunchbacked old man looked at the young man in sackcloth in the void mirror and said lightly

"Venerable Qingxuan...... That's the Lord Protector of the Xuanwu lineage!" A big guy finally came back to his senses, and his heart was greatly shaken, and he understood the true identity of this ordinary old man

"Old turtle, you won't just come this time to protect the way for your juniors, right? I don't know your personality yet, you really want to die like this, and you don't want to go further?"

There was a sneer in the golden sun in the air, and then he stopped talking There are some things that everyone doesn't want to say, why should he expose it

And the best way is to wait for the end of the secret realm of kings to settle for a while

Who will willingly give up the heaven and earth spirit seed who has the opportunity to become a king This is no longer a battle between the younger generation, but the luck of each race for a long time in the future, which determines the rise and fall of a race!

"Look, it's that purple-haired young man! he can actually kill a lot of opponents with just his eyes, what kind of powerful pupil technique is that!"

There are monks of the older generation who scream, because they have a deep impression of Cangxuan, Cangxuan's iron-blooded killing not only shocked the people of his generation, but also made these bigwigs admire it with their endless methods

It's not that no one has explored Cangxuan's origin, this blood clan young man appeared too suddenly, but unfortunately, when they found a little clue, the clue was broken again, as if someone erased all existence behind his back

He seems to be a visible and unfathomable piece of water, extremely mysterious

"It's a pity, the cultivation is still a little worse," a monk sighed, looking at the arrogant and demonic purple-haired young man standing in the pile of corpses in the picture

In this burial ground of the kings, almost all of the leaders of those tribes have reached the consummation of the Five Realms, and Cang Xuan's cultivation seems to be at most just entering the Five Realms, which is too big a gap with them, so many people are not very optimistic about Cang Xuan, thinking that he will not live long in this cruel Shura field, and will only wither like fireworks

The mirror image of the void blurred, the stars shifted, and the scene changed, and the amazing performance of those young people made these monks of the older generation couldn't help but admire, far better than them of the same age

"A new era has begun, with blood and fire, this is the stage that belongs to them," the old man sighed

The years are like knives, and they who once swallowed the sun and the moon are gradually getting old, and their bodies are about to decay, but will the heart stop there?

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