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Boom~

There was a loud bang, like the collapse of ten thousand peaks, the momentum was majestic, and the powerful power pushed horizontally in all directions, completely destroying the tomb that had existed for countless years.

All of a sudden, boulders flew and smoke filled the sky, and the originally blue sky became dim, blocking people's view.

Many people were attracted by the movement here, thinking that a strange treasure had been born, and they all gathered around.

However, when the sand and dust fell and the air became fresh again, Transparent was stunned and shocked by the scene in front of them.

I saw more than 100 coffins leave the ground and levitate, and a huge pressure was released from them, bombarding the ground and sinking a little.

The most striking thing is that the lids of those ancient coffins all opened violently, and thousands of blue lights burst out from inside, instantly rendering the entire heaven and earth, turning into a piece of cyan.

A little closer to the coffin array, you can clearly feel the strong vitality, which can keep the physical body in the most intact state for a long time.

Almost everyone couldn't help but close their eyes and couldn't help but moan in a low voice.

Only two people are still awake, one is the descendant of Hongao, when the coffin lid was opened, he came to the coffin where the ancestor Hongao was, and then took out a blood-colored talisman and slapped it into the ancient coffin.

I saw that there were words in his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, he saw a thumb-sized, crystal clear, and blood-colored bone floating up from the ancient coffin, and was caught by the man in his hand.

At the same time, he also got a piece of nourishing yuan wood, which he originally wanted to give to the ancestors to nourish the body and restore vitality.

On the other side, Yang Ling seized the fleeting opportunity and rushed to the nearest ancient coffin, and immediately put Bai Qian inside.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Qian's pale complexion gradually turned ruddy, and even her last breath was saved.

Yang Ling let out a long breath, and the big stone in his heart also let go.

Although he hadn't yet fully refined the Eye, he still had some connection to it, and could feel that the talisman attached to its surface was about to run out of its last ounce of strength, and the coffins would close again.

However, even so, he is no longer worried, because the purpose of this trip has been achieved.

Turning his head to look at the mysterious man in white clothes and his body becoming more and more illusory, he frowned.

The bone in the other party's hand seemed to be familiar, and it had a very similar aura to the primordial true bone obtained after killing the 'Immeasurable True Immortal' Hongli.

You must know that a piece of primordial true bone can create a red dust immortal, and after it is completely refined, it will have the strength to sweep in all directions.

Feeling Yang Ling's gaze, the other party also looked back, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Why, do you want to make a move on me,"

Yang Ling nodded, what he fancied was not the crystalline bone the size of his thumb, but the Yuanmu.

Although these coffins could ensure that Bai Qian's body would not deteriorate for thousands of years, they could not nourish her damaged soul or strengthen the essence in her chest.

And Yangyuanmu can do just this, it can completely complement these coffins made of the tree of life, maybe it can really awaken Bai Qian, and it can also make its strength greatly increase, and there are some more positive changes in his body.

"Give it to me," Yang Ling said in a deep voice.

"Hey, hey, hey~ You young man, have you forgotten who helped open these coffins," the man laughed strangely, not paying attention to the threatening words at all.

Yang Ling Gujing had no waves, his face was expressionless, and he walked forward step by step.

"I may not be your opponent, but with its help, the outcome may be completely different,"

Hearing this, the other party's brows jumped, and he suddenly had some bad premonitions, and asked in a cold voice: "He, who is it?"

Yang Ling didn't answer, but stretched out his palm and shook it in the void.

I saw a long sword shoot out from the side of the man in white and was grabbed by him.

This sword is very special, with some lines carved on it, and it used to carry the woman named Qingluan.

At the beginning, the woman also used this sword to absorb some Tianman true blood from Yang Ling's body before she killed Hongao.

Just now, when all the coffins were opened, Yang Ling felt that he had a strong sense of contact with this sword.

After a little thought, he knew that it should be Qingluan who used Yang Ling's blood to help him refine this treasure at the last moment of leaving.

Yang Ling didn't know how powerful this sword was, but since it was able to kill that extremely powerful immortal descendant, it showed that its quality was very high and extremely extraordinary.

Moreover, even though Qingluan was no longer there, he could still feel that there was an immortal will on this sword.

The next moment, he unleashed his true power and completely enveloped it.

Airplanes~

The long sword roared softly and vibrated slightly, as if it had been lonely for a long time, and finally found a new sustenance.

Suddenly, Yang Ling felt that an incomparable force poured into his body along his arm, exploding his body.

However, the lines carved on the sword suddenly came to life, like a long snake, lifelike.

An immortal will surged into his body, smoothing out the furious energy.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the man in white frowned slightly, extremely solemn.

Of course, he knew the sword in Yang Ling's hand, and he was obviously very jealous.

"Barbarian, based on killing immortals......"

"Slaughter all the immortals in the world......"

"I have a great grudge, looking forward to seeing all the immortals, when the descendants of the immortals are all destroyed......"

......

......

Countless noisy and subtle voices sounded in Yang Ling's mind, arousing the anger in his chest.

He frowned, and suppressed all his negative emotions with a clear sound technique.

"I don't know how much blood this sword has drunk from immortals or immortal descendants, and it contains the resentment of those barbarians in ancient times, and it was imposed a great spell by the barbarian powerhouse, and it has a very strong lethality to the bloodline of the immortals. ”

Yang Ling guessed a lot at the first time.

"Leave Yang Yuanmu behind, and you can go," he said again.

Bang~

At this moment, the floating coffins finally fell to the ground with a loud noise.

And the small coffin also flew back upside down and fell into his hands.

The man in white held a silver shield, walked out of the big array, and looked at Yang Ling solemnly.

"Do you think you can be a threat to me with a sword?"

Hearing this, Yang Ling smiled coldly and said, "Just try it,"

After speaking, he took a step forward and attacked the other party.

This move was as fast as lightning and like thunder, completely locking the opponent.

The powerful aura spread around him as the center, turning this place into a land of nine shadows, full of murderous machines and aura.

I saw a beautiful woman crossing the void, she curled gently, did not eat the fireworks of the world, and her body was full of ethereal energy.

This woman is very cold, very proud, like the distant stars, shining, but out of reach.

She is Qingluan, but unfortunately it is just a light and shadow, like a beautiful picture, without the slightest consciousness.

Seeing this woman, Yang Ling felt sad for no reason.

He could feel that this was a woman with a story, otherwise how could she have such a great determination to suppress a descendant of an immortal with residual thoughts, and it had gone through countless years.

Her fluttering is incompatible with this killing field, but when you look closely, they complement each other, very wonderful, very beautiful.

At this moment, the ghost is crying, the god is howling, and there is wolf smoke everywhere.

Yang Ling doesn't look like he is very elegant, and the sword he stabbed out is not unprecedented, let alone unprecedented, but for the man in white, it is like a sword that has traveled through eternity and the wilderness, and has been killed from ancient times.

The immortal will on the long sword exploded, and the killing power that soared into the sky condensed into the strongest blow and killed the past.

The man in white was suddenly shocked, and he did not hesitate to sacrifice the silver shield in his hand.

This shield has an incredible defensive power, and even the unpresided coffin array cannot break it.

Bite~

In an instant, the long sword stabbed against the shield with a crisp sound.

There were no brilliant sparks, and there was no majestic momentum, and this collision looked very flat and unremarkable.

But only those involved are aware of the danger.

The man in white was extremely powerful, and his body released a thousand rays of light, like a luminous body, holding a shield in his hand to block the opponent's killing moves, but he was obviously not comfortable, his body shook, and he looked even more illusory.

Yang Ling frowned, volleyed into the air, retracted this move, and swept out again.

At the same time, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which sprayed on the blade of the sword.

At this moment, the long sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, and even the light and shadow of Qingluan in mid-air had a little more charm.

"Kill," a thunderous voice suddenly remembered in the void.

This sound seemed to come from countless years ago, and it was left by the barbarian powerhouse who blessed this sword with the Great Spell, and it seemed to have poured out the depression and killing intent in his chest.

Yang Ling suddenly felt his blood boiling, and the long sword in his hand was as hot as fire, almost able to tear through the void and pierce the other world.

The man in white was horrified, he knew that with Yang Ling's strength alone, he couldn't create this picture in front of him at all, it was all because of the long sword.

The most important thing is that when he heard the earth-shattering shouts of killing, he felt like he was in Senluo Hell, his whole body was in pain, even his soul was trembling, he was eroded by a strange force, his state was rapidly declining, and his body instantly became extremely weak.

This is the effect of the Great Spell, full of the hatred of the barbarian powerhouse for all the immortal bloodlines, and it was he who blessed this long sword at the cost of his life.

At this moment, Yang Ling had already killed in front of him, and the man in white quickly retreated with severe pain, struggling to resist with the shield in his hand.

"Here you go,"

I saw that he decisively threw out the Yangyuan wood in his hand, wanting to distract his opponent from it.

Yang Ling didn't want to kill them all, he knew very well that a strong person like the other party must have many means of self-preservation, and it was very difficult to kill him.

So he immediately grabbed Yang Yuanmu, then stopped the means of attack, and stood there quietly looking at each other.

"Hmph, I knew why I had to do it now," he teased.

The man in white was very angry and said, "Young man, don't be rampant, this body is just my fake body, and its strength is less than one percent of my body,"

Despite this, he was obviously still apprehensive, and immediately turned to leave.

Yang Ling didn't expect the other party to be so decisive, and he just left, without the slightest drag.

At this point, he didn't have the idea of continuing to chase, but put Yang Yuanmu into the ghost head ring, and then sat cross-legged next to the coffin array.