Miao Yingshi and others are in full swing.

Another battlefield in the woodland fell into an eerie silence.

The Secret Service team that had been attacking the enemy here was forced to evacuate, leaving a mess in their wake.

The howling wind, the figure covered in thick velvet casually threw away half of the shriveled body due to the massive loss of blood.

Glancing at the increasingly chaotic battlefield not far away, he sneered and turned his head to look at the dim woodland in front of him.

At some point, a strong man with a bald head, a fleshy face, and an extremely vicious face appeared among him and the fleeing members of the Secret Service and forcibly stopped his movements.

"Sword Immortal Luo Yan. Haha~ It's not the same as I imagined? ”

Dun Mo looked at the man in front of him, and suddenly said with a smile,

"You are suitable to be a demon, and I am afraid that you will waste your lawless face by being a decent."

"It seems that you received the news in advance, and asked someone to take Xiangliu's head to the third heavenly burial altar in advance, deliberately leaving the three of them in order to delay our action?"

Miao Yingshi's reminder came from the Bluetooth headset, Yan Jing ignored Dun Yan's sarcasm, and said to himself.

Miao Yingshi had previously fought with these intruders.

The round of temptation just now had already made him realize that the other party seemed to be a person, but in fact, there were three people who were just stand-ins.

The problem is that now they have lost track of each other, and due to the influence of the weather, satellite positioning cannot locate the specific location of the remaining intruders in a short period of time.

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Yan Jing hadn't thought of using the Lucky Compass, but all it could point out was a general direction, and every Heavenly Burial Altar was hidden inside the mountain, so it couldn't be dug everywhere.

"Oh, yes, I thought at least we had to wait until we were done and you noticed that it was worthy of a famous figure, in fact, we don't need to fight between us, as long as you are willing to join me"

Hearing "Xiangliu Head", Dun Yan's tone couldn't help but be a little colder, and he raised his hand to brush the hood on his head, just about to say something.

The figure suddenly froze, and then his arms were crossed in front of his chest.

The Wind Sword, which turned into a dark cyan streamer, slammed into the blood-colored barrier condensed in front of his arms, and the waves of qi set off by the collision of the two psionic energies lifted off Dunmu's hood, revealing his face hidden underneath.

Contrary to Yan Jing's expectations, what caught his eye was a young face that looked no more than a teenager, immature and young, with some black stubble on his lips and chin, but those eyes revealed a heart-warming coldness.

This guy's voice is like a middle-aged man in his fifties and sixties, and his physique is especially strong!

Some kind of camouflage?

"I wanted to talk to you calmly, maybe I can get you a chance to join us, after all, it's a rare inheritor, now. Interrupt your crests! ”

With a bloodthirsty smile on his face, Dun Qi's body sank suddenly, and his violent energy shook the wind and rain around him.

With the sound of a violent roar, Dun Jing's figure suddenly disappeared in place, a distance of more than twenty meters passed in the blink of an eye, his eyes passed through the rain flying in front of him, admiring Yan Jing's sluggish face, and there was an invisible energy convergence in Dun Jing's hands.

…

The rain poured out the hammer-shaped silhouette of the weapon and smashed straight into Yan Jing's back, and its powerful force even caused a loud bang like an explosion, as if even the space was about to be completely shattered.

Since he walked in the world again, he has seen too many people who claim to be extraordinary, but they don't know that they are just frogs at the bottom of a well.

He wants to let this so-called "Sword Immortal" know that this reputation of bluffing is not worth mentioning in his eyes!

It is only by interrupting the ridges of these geniuses, both physically and mentally, that they can know how small their power really is.

At that time, you can get twice the result with half the effort.

Clang!

The hammer fell, but the expected scene of flesh and blood did not appear.

The finger tiger condensed by the Red Demon Gauntlet's armor against the hammer face, Yan Jing turned around and punched non-stop.

Inch time! Hades three waves!

Before he recovered from the surprise of the failed attack, he was like a sandbag, and in the blink of an eye, he was smashed by the fist wrapped in the wind and rain and trembled, and what made him even more incomprehensible was that he was clearly under constant impact, and his body showed no signs of flying out.

It was as if a gravitational pull was pushing him forward.

"Bastard, you're looking for death!"

Having never been humiliated like this, Dun Mu's eyes were red, his body swelled as if he had blown a breath, and his rampant psionic energy pushed Yan Jing in an attempt to contain his continuous offensive.

It's a pity that before he succeeded, he was directly knocked to the ground by the fist that fell from the sky, and the mud splashed on his face and into his mouth.

"I'm not interested in listening to your nonsense, where is the location of the third heavenly burial altar?"

His fists rained down one after another, and Yan Jing asked coldly as he looked at the enemy who was gradually sinking into the mud.

"You brought it on yourself, I'm going to crush yours"

Peng!

"I am the beast Zhu"

Peng!

"Me"

Peng!

Looking at the increasingly manic spiritual energy under him, the strength of Yan Jing's fist continued to increase.

Smashing his arm that he raised to try to resist, the black and white dragon and tiger qi crushed his condensed blood qi, and the gravitational manipulation kept putting pressure on him, destroying the offensive he was constantly trying to organize.

Taking advantage of the other party's sneak attack to take the initiative, Yan Jing didn't plan to give this guy a chance to breathe.

The vigorous energy made the area where the two of them were inevitably affected, and the ground continued to subside.

The brow gradually frowned

The current situation seemed to be unilaterally crushed, but the toughness of the person under his feet surprised Yan Jing.

You must know that the surrounding water spirit power is quite strong now, and the environment has an extremely high strength bonus for him, even if he doesn't use special means in order to get out the information, how terrifying his strength is Yan Jing knows very well.

If it were someone else, he would have completely collapsed under his fist, but this guy in front of him was still able to forcibly mobilize the power of the counterattack, and his body seemed to be full of flesh and blood, extremely miserable, but in fact he was still secretly accumulating strength.

This level of physical toughness even surpassed the undead monster that Yan Jing had faced on the Island of the Dead!

Could it be the reinforcement brought to him by the relics of the mountains and seas? ’

Raising his right fist again, the phantom of the White Tiger Spirit God flashed behind Yan Jing, and a layer of fierce fists appeared on the surface of the fist, which immediately smashed down.

But in the next second, the figure under his feet suddenly disappeared, leaving only a pale hair.

…

Needless to say, it must be a rare forcible exit prop.

Yan Jing, whose perception had already spread out, immediately turned behind him, and the young man with a bruised face half-knelt on the ground, raised his hand to put the dislocated chin back, the cracked corners of his eyes, and the forehead that had been smashed out of the pits, were recovering at an alarming speed.

"I underestimated you, these few punches are a lesson for me, and I won't have any more hands in the future, if you survive, I will recommend you to join us."

It was clear that he was beaten extremely miserably, but Dun Mo still had arrogance in his words, and the blood and qi of the injuries all over his body were churning, wrapping him in it, turning into a light red blood egg, beating like a heart.

Not to mention, Yan Jing was indeed becoming more and more interested in the organization to which this guy belonged.

To be able to gather so many powerful people, the organization behind them is bound to come up with enough interests to attract them.

The figure inside the blood egg suddenly alienated, and the thick velvet collapsed.

Yan Jing noticed that the person's originally dark hair was turning pale and growing at an extremely fast rate, but there was a blood-colored aura surging on his limbs and back.

Suddenly, a giant ape phantom appeared out of thin air, its thick arms hammering the ground, causing the mountains and rocks to crack, and the woodland to collapse in a large area, and the ferocious momentum surpassed that of any of the remaining apostles that Yan Jing had met so far.

Even Miao Yingshi has a big gap with it.

Mountains and seas?

No, this momentum

As the inheritor of the relics of the mountains and seas, Yan Jing could sense the power from other mountains and seas, but the guy in front of him conveyed another strange state.

On the back of his right hand appeared the Seal of the Holy End, the first time that Yan Jing had prepared to use this ability against the Remnant Apostles.

But just as he was waiting for a fight with this guy, Miao Yingshi's urgent voice suddenly came from the earphones,

"The hint from an unknown source has appeared again, and the drone has found a specific location, and it will be solved quickly!"

Before Yan Jing could respond, he saw that the young man in the blood egg in front of him had suddenly stopped his alienation.

Its form disappeared in place after a brief pause.

Put on a posture of fighting for your life, and actually ran away at this time?

Worst!

In addition to being surprised, Yan Jing's face sank, and he didn't have the slightest intention of chasing the past, but turned around and went straight to the battlefield on the other side.

The reason is simple, obviously it wasn't just Yan Jing who received the news.

Nine times out of ten, the other party also received a summons from the three team members who carried Xiang Liu's head to the third heavenly burial altar!

You must know that the goal of these people staying behind is to delay the actions of the people in the Special Affairs Bureau and buy time for the others, and the guy just now suddenly gave up on continuing the fight and chose to retreat without hesitation.

In Yan Jing's opinion, there is only one possibility.

Their actions were unexpected, and they were in dire need of help.

Miao Yingshi, who has the legacy of Yingzhao, received a hint again, which is the best proof.

Because of this, Yan Jing did not choose to spend time chasing Dun Qi, who was missing, but joined Miao Yingshi and the others.

In fact, it wasn't just Tun who wanted to evacuate the battlefield.

Zang Kema and John, who were entangled with the extraordinary team of the Special Affairs Bureau, also received a message from Yong,

'The ritual has been disrupted, the head is out of control, return quickly, ready to take blood and evacuate!' ’

Start with the recovery of the mountains and seas