"I said, you're going to die here today."

Just after Wan Li had taken a few palms, Nan Tianqi suddenly appeared in front of Wu Shengming as if he had teleported, and directly raised his hand to stick to his head.

A majestic spiritual power spread from his hand.

"Today, I, Nan Tianqi, am going to slaughter you, a hypocrite."

Bang!

As Nan Tianqi's hand pressed down, he saw Wu Shengming's head sink a little.

At the same time, through the right hand of the connection, in Wu Shengming's mind, Nan Tianqi's sea of knowledge actually ran here.

The two seas of consciousness collided directly in Wu Shengming's mind.

This is an extremely rare picture.

As a Martial King Realm, under the strength of the Martial King, it is even more difficult to be killed.

The sea of knowledge in the mind is very mature, it is not enough to pierce the heart, it must be annihilated together with the sea of knowledge, otherwise the sea of knowledge carries the soul of spiritual consciousness and flees directly.

And Nan Tianqi's method at this time is the most primitive method, using his own knowledge of the sea to confront the other party.

The result of this is that if you can win, you can completely wipe out the other party, and there is no such person in the world.

But if you lose, you will regress at least and leave a brain injury that is difficult to repair, or fall into a deep sleep and coma, and it will be difficult to wake up again.

It's a very dangerous approach.

It's not like Wu Linglong who can use a sword, and the difference in strength is too big.

At this time, Wan Li hugged Wu Shengming from behind, and Nan Tianqi was in front of Wu Shengming, reaching out and pressing him.

Such a strange picture made these monks tremble when they saw it.

In front of them, is it going to slaughter a Martial King Realm?

"Is it so easy to be killed in the Martial King Realm?"

A series of question marks popped up in their minds.

Soon, Nan Tianqi withdrew his right hand, his eyes were closed at this time, and he exhaled heavily, and the burden on his body seemed to be a lot easier.

Then he nodded slightly.

Although he didn't face anyone, Wan Li knew that it was for himself.

Suddenly, Wan Li withdrew his hands, and Wu Shengming's body, which was extremely weak, fell directly from the air.

Smashed on the ground.

With a bang, not only did the corpse of the Martial King Realm fall, but it also shocked the hearts of these monks.

The first time I saw Wuwang Realm die on the spot, the strange life experience increased.

Wan Li slowly fell, as if he was very calm about the death of this martial saint.

When he raised his eyes and looked at the raised stone pillars on both sides of the main hall, he was stunned.

At this moment, there are only four stone pillars left.

From the remaining nineteen roots to the present, it has not been much longer, and with these people in the field, it is impossible to have killed fifteen things in the coffin.

When the last pillar was recovered, no one knew what would happen.

Goodbye Nan Tianqi slowly fell, and his whole body had returned to normal, but his breath was very depressed, and his face was very pale.

"Three."

Wan Li stretched out his hand to arrive.

If it's not fast, I'm afraid it's too late to get it.

Nan Tianqi, who just wanted to take a breath, was stunned when he heard this, so he had to slowly take out two blood essence stones and put them on Wan Li's body.

"What do you mean?"

Wan Li raised his eyebrows and asked in a somewhat displeased tone.

"Ahem, there are only two now, and I'll get you one left, and there is still time."

As he spoke, he was about to step aside and tear open the talisman paper on the wooden coffin, while he glanced at the monk not far away from time to time, glancing at it.

Originally, he wanted to snatch it directly from them.

But after looking at it like this, it was obvious that no one had a blood essence stone in their hands anymore.

Basically, after killing two, you can't kill them.

But now that Nan Tianqi went to open a wooden coffin, I am afraid that with his current strength, it is not much different from sending him to death.

"Forget it, it's too late, you owe me a favor."

Wan Li looked a little unhappy, feeling that this transaction had been a loss.

Muttered, and under the envious and jealous eyes of the rest of the monks, he walked quickly towards the stone platform.

Once and again, Wan Li is equivalent to having four blood essence stones.

How could it be too late.

Muttering to himself, Nan Tianqi turned his head to look at the stone wall, and was also stunned.

At some point, there were only three stone pillars left.

This made Nan Tianqi wonder if someone had killed several things in the coffin in a row...

Standing in front of the pale blue vortex, Wan Li stared at the stone pillars on the stone wall while staring at the balls of light fluttering back and forth.

Suddenly, seeing a small sword lying in a ball of light, Wan Li's mind moved, and he reached out to grab it.

The ball of light shattered, the small sword became larger, and a three-foot Qingfeng appeared in Wan Li's hand.

The sword blade is fierce and domineering, and the sword body is flat with a ray of blue light, but it is a pity that the sword handle should have been inlaid with a spirit bead, and the position of the spirit bead is empty at this time, only revealing a black hole.

"Qingning Sword, not bad."

Seeing that the word Qingning was engraved on the sword, Wan Li whispered and danced casually.

This is a real weapon, and Wan Li feels that the location of the hole, after inlaying the spirit bead, can cultivate his own sword spirit.

With a chuckle, he put the Qingning Sword into the storage ring, and he was still missing a scabbard, so he had to find a suitable one.

Walked out of the stone platform, put another blood essence stone in, the red light flashed, turned into pieces, Wan Li raised his legs and walked in.

Now the rest of the light is glimpsing, good fellow, there is only one stone pillar left.

And the other people in the field stopped their movements one after another, waiting for Wan Li to finish taking the last treasure.

After looking around, some of the light balls were pills, which were quite attractive to Wanli.

After all, if it is a suitable elixir, maybe you can directly repair your damaged meridians.

"I prepared exercises for Wan Hongyan, Yunyan was given without a measuring ruler, Da Meng has Bachen Star Body Technique, and Mu Qian has a tree god cultivation and don't care."

"Do you have to prepare one for the dean?"

After thinking about it, Wan Li glanced at it, saw a ball of light that was just right for him, and reached out to grab it.

The ball of light shattered, and a white crown appeared in Wanli's hand.

Shining brightly.

This is a treasure, but Wan Li doesn't know what it is, but he saw that this crown was more suitable for Dean Xia Ru and took it.

Just as Wan Li walked out of the stone platform, he wanted to walk in the direction of Zuo Lianyun.

I saw that the whole hall began to shake.

From time to time, quicksand falls, spreading on these wooden coffins.

"Is this going out?"

"I don't know if it's going out to the trachoma secret realm, or going straight to the ground."

The violent shaking made them lower their center of gravity and look wary.

Wan Li was the same, but he muttered in his heart: How could such a powerful secret realm and hall with such a powerful formation still use such a way.

After muttering, I saw that everyone in the field, including Nan Tianqi, and even those who were still in the trachoma secret realm, everyone was teleported.

As soon as I closed my eyes and opened them, I returned to the edge of the original huge dirt pit.

Looking at the center of the pit that had been restored, some of the monks were still stunned, unable to react.

"This secret realm is over."

This kind of leaving the secret realm that was not done by themselves made them feel like they had changed the secret realm for a moment.

"It's over."