His defeat exalted many of his enemies, and the morale of the Wu clan was devastating.

"Die!"

Xia Chen roared, and the small tripod in his hand released an endless force of rout, which seemed to be able to fix the mountains and rivers of Dingding, which frightened everyone in the Wu clan.

Seeing that her clan was in danger, Wu Hua could only denounce angrily, but she was helpless, because she had been besieged by many people and had no ability to take care of anything else.

The screams continued to sound, and more than a dozen people from the Wu clan died, although they all burned the formation talisman and used all their means, it was best to end in failure.

I saw Wu Xi holding a long sword in her hand, struggling to resist in the crowd, she was the top five Tianjiao of the Wu clan, with many treasures, and after swallowing the treasure that could greatly improve her strength, her strength had been greatly improved.

In just a few moments, she killed more than a dozen people with a single sword in her hand, making many enemies around her afraid to get too close.

Her strength attracted the attention of the other clans' Tianjiao figures, and soon someone killed her and competed against each other.

'Hiss~' Wu Xi snorted in pain, his arm was cut off, and a deep wound appeared, and blood continued to flow out, staining his clothes red.

Soon, she was already in jeopardy.

What's even more worrying is that another Tianjiao character came over and besieged her.

These people barely had the slightest pity, and every blow was towards Wu Xi's vital point, making her clumsy and quickly falling into the wind. Black しし Pavilion

On the other side, as the head of the martial clan, Wu Hou held a big sword in his hand, and his moves opened and closed, and the heavy swords slashed angrily around him as the center, causing the space to be turbulent, the air flow was riotous, and soon several people died in his hands.

The martial arts of 'not for life, only for death' suffered a heavy blow, his face was pale, and his breath was weak, but he was still high-spirited, proudly stepping on every step, struggling to resist all kinds of moves.

The number of the Wu clan is decreasing sharply, and many high-level figures have died with hatred one by one in order to protect the pride of the heavens in the clan.

However, it also completely unleashed their full potential, and each of them showed extraordinary strength, and for a moment they were able to withstand the stormy attack.

At this moment, Yang Ling's breath was vain, his body was unstable, and he stared at the black tower, and his heart was horrified.

He knew that this black tower must have some kind of relationship with the giant tower of Babel in Babel City, and perhaps it had some of the power of the giant tower.

At this time, Lu Long may have only exerted a small part of the power of this tower.

Seeing the Wu clan people fall one by one, Yang Ling was extremely angry in his heart, and he did not hesitate to sacrifice the ancient lantern.

The lantern was dim and glowing, illuminating only the land at his feet, and it looked nothing peculiar except that it was old.

However, when Yang Ling crossed all his true power into it, it suddenly began to tremble, and it made a beeping sound, as if the wick inside had been rekindled.

Hum ~ After a thought, the light of the lantern was flourishing, and the illuminated place seemed to form another realm, forming an absolute defense, and any tricks and treasures were resisted, and it was impossible to cause substantial damage to Yang Ling and the people of the Wu Clan.

"Kill them!" Lu Long's face changed slightly, and he roared loudly.

As the second strongest man of the Lu clan here, he led about a thousand people, but he was unable to subdue Yang Ling and the others for a long time, and he felt that he had lost face.

At this moment, for the Wu clan, the world is finally quiet, and the enemies have been expelled.

However, they also knew that this was just the calm before the storm, because Yang Ling was already overwhelmed after withstanding the attacks of hundreds of thousand powerhouses, the lantern in his hand was constantly shaking, the light was flickering, and it would return to darkness at any time.

"Let everyone suffer!" Wu Hua felt extremely guilty in his heart and said in a low voice.

But these lucky surviving clansmen all shook their heads and said, "The same clan, the same clan, the same robe, there should be difficulties together!"

Wu Huamei's eyes were red, full of gratitude.

"Yang Ling, leave us alone, you must live, and help the Wu Clan get the Heavenly Yuan Fu in the future, in this case, we can be regarded as dead!"

She whispered.

At this moment, the eyes of the people of the Martial Clan looking at Yang Ling were very complicated.

However, according to Yang Ling's character, until the last moment, he would not leave by himself at all.

Seeing that the dilapidated lantern was already crumbling, Lu Long and Xia Chen all let out a strange laugh.

"Yang Ling, you deserve to die, you should be cut by a thousand knives, and use your blood to pay tribute to the dead sons of heaven of our clan!" Xia Chen said with a hideous face.

This shows how hard the death of those juniors hit him.

As for Lu Long, he seemed to be smiling, and said in a dark voice: "Lu Zhong and Lu Ying's lives also need someone to pay for them, so you have to die!"

Boom~ Many enemies attacked at the same time, using all their strength to attack, which made Yang Ling's body tremble violently, and the true power in his body was like a river bursting the embankment, which was quickly lost.

Wow~ Just after Lu Long attacked again with the small black tower, Yang Ling was finally hit hard, and even the light emitted by the dilapidated lantern weakened a lot.

Boom~ The sound like the flow of water waves sounded, and the scope covered by the brilliance of the ancient lantern shrouded a lot narrowed, which also made the people in the Wu clan instantly nervous.

They knew that it wouldn't be long before Yang Ling could no longer maintain this lantern.

At that point, there will be nothing left to stop the torrent of enemies in front of you.

Time passed, Yang Ling was already exhausted, and even his spirit became sluggish.

"This person has several magical powers, as well as many strange treasures. Killing him is tantamount to getting some ancient relics, which can greatly increase our strength!" Lu Long roared.

This sentence completely ignited the interest of the surrounding onlookers, which made them boil with fighting spirit, and rushed over with screams.

Knock~ Yang Ling was struck by lightning, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

The ancient lantern finally couldn't support it anymore, and the light completely converged, and it could no longer protect everyone.

"Yang Ling!" Wu Hua was shocked and shouted urgently.

But Yang Ling just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then shook his hand and said, "Fight hard, each has its destiny!"

A few simple words can fully explain the grim situation at this moment.

Purple lightning grew in his eyes, condensed into substance, and killed the most powerful Lu Long.

However, at this moment, the stone platform that was full of aura not far away shook again.

I saw that five ancient relics shot out from the top of the stone platform and flew towards all directions of the tomb.

At this moment, the royal families and big forces that originally seemed to have formed an alliance and unanimously targeted Yang Ling and the Wu clan instantly gave up Yang Ling and the others, and grabbed the five strange treasures respectively.

"This thing belongs to my Lu clan, others, whoever touches it will die!" Lu Long roared angrily, and his big hand grabbed a red treasure bottle not far away.

At the same time, the rest of the Lu clan also chased after several other treasures.

Finally, the Wu clan felt less stressed, but in the very short time just now, three more of them died.

Yang Ling, on the other hand, took out some healing spiritual objects, swallowed them in a big gulp, and silently ran the Southern Candle Heart Sutra to speed up the recovery of the injuries in his body.

Seeing that Lu Long was about to grab the red vase, he sneered and immediately sacrificed the vajra.

Whew~ A strange force erupted instantly, completely enveloping the red treasure bottle and forcibly rolling it over.

Lu Long was furious, urging the black tower in his palm, only to see a spell sword rushing out of it, and came to Yang Ling in the blink of an eye.

The latter was shocked, and did not hesitate to cast the magic of eternity, and his speed was increased to the extreme.

However, the sword of the spell was like a psychic, and it was constantly in pursuit, and it seemed that it could not be stopped until it killed him.

Yang Ling frowned, extremely impatient, and could only cast the Blood Moon True Lotus Sutra to build a super strong defense to stop the spell sword.

I have to say that his magic power is very strong, and he actually stopped the spell sword.

It was just this moment of difference that was enough for him to accept the red vase.

"Damn!" Lu Long was on the verge of madness.

He really didn't expect that Yang Ling's methods would be endless, and he couldn't guess at all.

So I could only watch as the treasure that was about to arrive disappeared and fell into the hands of the enemy.

However, even though he was already angry, he still didn't make a move at Yang Ling, but rushed towards another ancient relic.

"Your life will be ours sooner or later, don't get too carried away!" Before leaving, Lu Long did not forget to threaten him.

Yang Ling sneered, knowing very well that the other party was protected by the black tower, and he couldn't be killed easily.

So he stayed where he was, and took out the red vase.

Then, he carefully opened the vase, and suddenly, an intoxicating aroma came to his nose, which made him feel refreshed and tired.

"What's in it, Qiong Jelly Yulu?"

He saw two extremely bright rays of light shoot out of his eyes, and then he saw the contents of the treasure bottle clearly, which were a few drops of transparent liquid.

I don't know how many years have passed, but the liquid in the treasure bottle is still fragrant, making people salivate.

"It's a pity that there are too few, only about three mouthfuls! But this treasure bottle is a good thing, and it can be so well preserved for countless years!"

In his eyes, those liquids were nothing more than fine wines made by the ancients, and there was nothing precious about them.

On the contrary, the unsightly vase is more favored.

'Grunt~' his stomach growled.

Yang Ling licked his lips, and then involuntarily poured the fragrant liquid in the treasure bottle into his mouth.

This time, he took a big sip, and the refreshing, delicious feeling made him flutter like a fairy, and he was about to fly.

"Hmm, what's going on?" When the liquid turned into a trickle and entered his abdomen, he suddenly felt that his strength was continuing to improve, his true power was surging like a sea, and his body was full of power that was about to explode.