"Third uncle!"

Iwamine walked in front of Iwazumi with a wary face, his hostile eyes looking around, and when he arrived, he found that several small groups of warriors were slowly approaching the location of their Iwa.

Although it is secret, it can't hide from the old spicy eyes of the rock corner.

"Humph!"

The right foot of the rock corner paused vaguely towards the earth.

Rumble!

A violent aura suddenly spread around the rock corner, and when it landed, the small group of warriors brushed their bodies together, and their faces couldn't help but feel a little more shocked and jealous.

"Hehe, Ning Dan Realm?"

A guy who clearly looked like a small boss smiled darkly, and his right hand subconsciously swung to prevent his men from continuing to move closer to the Iwa family.

The martial artist of the Ning Dan Realm, although he was not the strongest cultivator to enter the tomb this time, was not weak, and Guan Yanyu's face was calm and light, and he was not afraid to apply, and the little leader was even more bottomless in his heart, so he simply gave up.

With the small leader retreating halfway, the rest of the small teams that were moving closer to the Yan family also stopped one after another, and it was obvious that they did not want to set up a big enemy before the gray mist dissipated.

Seeing that several groups of ill-intentioned forces retreated one after another, Yan Feng, who had been tense in his heartstrings, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Wang Tian stood at the back of the Yan family and watched this scene quietly, his face was not sad or happy, and he just turned a blind eye to the sincere and fearful eyes of the Yan family disciples around him.

Moreover, Wang Tian also found that this kind of thing happens when every new force arrives, but those small forces don't have the good luck of the Yan family.

The highest cultivation among them was only an innate martial artist, so before he entered the ancient mountain, he had already been retreated back with a threat.

Many forces at the foot of the ancient mountain seem to have reached a consensus, consciously or unconsciously: some weaker groups or forces are obviously not qualified to continue to stay here.

……

Time passed little by little, and since the Yan family, several forces that were not weak had joined, and among them there was at least one Ning Dan Realm powerhouse.

Wang Tianbai sat boredly on the side, quietly authoring, waiting for the moment when the fog dissipated.

"Wow, look, someone from Blood Spirit Mountain is here!"

I don't know who roared, everyone changed color in unison, almost subconsciously looked up into the sky, looking at the few small black dots that were slowly coming from a distance, and constantly magnified, and their faces were extremely ugly.

"Gaga, I really didn't expect that this powerful tomb would attract the Blood Spirit Mountain to take action, it seems that this time it is not a loss......"

A powerful sanxiu licked his scarlet lips and muttered.

"It's over, it's over, the Blood Spirit Mountain is here, Lao Tzu has no hope!"

Some of them began to retreat, but, having said that, they were always reluctant to move their steps to make way for those who came after them, causing a wave of curses.

The appearance of the Blood Spirit Mountain obviously caused a considerable commotion under the foot of the ancient mountain, Wang Tian raised his head without exception, and suddenly found a chill around him, I don't know when, Yan Feng, who was carrying a long sword, had cold eyes in his eyes, looking at a figure in the front of the sky, full of fighting spirit.

"Is that him? He actually came in person? ”

Obviously, many people discovered the existence of that person like Yan Feng, and there was an uproar at the moment.

The leader, wearing a bloody shirt as gorgeous and bewitching as blood, with long black hair flying, the wisp of blood red is particularly conspicuous.

With a slender figure and hands behind his back, those bloody eyes are looking at the earth indifferently at the moment, that person is not the blood spirit of the young master of the Blood Spirit Mountain, who else can there be?

On this trip to the tomb of Blood Spirit Mountain, there were only thirteen people, except for the two blood-shirted strong men who had been following behind the blood spirit, the remaining ten people were all no more than twenty years old, and they were also wearing a bloody robe with a big hat, and their bodies exuded bursts of bloody aura, which could be smelled from afar.

Looking at the more than ten people in the air, Wang Tianxia's eyes narrowed subconsciously, and he moved a few steps back slightly, allowing several Yan family disciples to completely cover their figures.

That familiar aura appeared again, but just like the last time at the gate of Qingyun Xuan in Qingli County, Wang Tian couldn't tell where that person was or who that person was, it was a very peculiar intuition.

And it is with this intuition that he has helped Wang Tian escape death several times!

The blood spirit and his party just stayed in the sky like that, and they didn't mean to fall, they just watched condescendingly.

Seeing that the blood spirit and his party had no intention of expelling the warriors at the foot of the mountain, the big stone in the hearts of these people couldn't help but slowly fall to the ground, and once again stared at the gray mist above the ancient mountain.

"Hmph, how long will it take to go on like this?"

The blood spirit strewn high in the air, his body floated, his long hair was flying, and his bloody eyes showed impatience.

"Young Master, according to observation, it will take about two days for this gray mist to completely dissipate!"

Ah Hu was still standing on the left side of the blood spirit, and his dark round face showed a hint of respect.

"Two days? I can't wait that long, I think, Sister Xian'er, I can't wait! ”

Blood smiled with a rare hint of softness in his bloody eyes.

"Young master, you can go if you want, you don't have to ask me!"

A sharp and unpleasant sound like a nail scraping against the glass sounded, making people feel that the eardrum vibrated and was extremely uncomfortable.

"Hehe, very good, Ah Hu, tell them, go full speed, prepare to avoid the poison pill, our Blood Spirit Mountain will be the first to enter the Great Power Tomb!"

The blood spirit smiled yin, the whole person was in a great spiritual array, and under the shock of the bloody shirt, the whole person turned into a blood-colored streamer, and instantly rushed into the gray mist.

"The young master has a life, with a poison avoidance pill in his mouth, move forward quickly!"

Ah Hu's buzzing voice sounded, and then he seemed to be afraid of the danger of blood, and after he finished speaking, he immediately followed with Ah Xiong, one left and one right.

Woohoo!

For a while, the sound of breaking the sky continued, and the thirteen blood-colored figures in front of the Blood Spirit Mountain almost disappeared into the sky along the county.

The blood spirit and his party were not afraid of the gray mist and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, and in an instant, it caused a considerable impact in this black oppressive crowd.

Some people looked left and right, as if they could no longer resist the temptation of the mighty tomb, and after glancing at each other, they also entered the gray mist.

One moment, two moments, three moments......

There was no terrible scream for a long time, and it was obvious that they had successfully entered the interior of the ancient mountain, so some people began to sit still, and they all rushed into the gray mist in the form of streamers.

Wow!

Someone took the lead and successfully entered, which was like a disease, an infectious disease, and as a result, more people entered the ancient mountain.

"Ahh......h

In a moment, there were several screams, obviously poisoned!

At this moment, the crowd that was about to pour into the fog suddenly stopped, and the noisy crowd fell silent again.

"It's... This is a Gu poison miasma, extremely poisonous, they... They're afraid they're turned into dry bones! ”

Someone started screaming, ten, ten, hundred, so a faint sense of fear seemed to be creeping through the crowd......