Zhan Jiu admonished.

"Okay." Ye Wushuang heard this and nodded.

In the distance, Dark also glanced at the two men.

He looked weird.

Even the three powerhouses beside Ye Wushuang are the same.

A Venerable Realm.

In telling a true martial realm.

In a small world, but intercepting and killing the Venerable Realm?

Though.

Enter the tomb of the True King.

All will be suppressed.

In the void, however, such a dialogue is always filled with a sense of absurdity.

"Interesting."

Dark also smiled.

His eyes were deep and he glanced at Ye Wushuang.

"This is Ye Wushuang, I've heard of your name."

"Still."

"You have to be careful, too."

"After all, there are a lot of people who want to kill you, not just me, but others!"

He sneered.

The tone is calm.

"I know." Ye Wushuang nodded lightly.

"If you want to kill me, just let him come."

He replied indifferently.

"Okay, then look forward to it, you and I will meet in the tomb of the True King."

"Oh yes."

"This time, it's not just me and Panwang who have arrived here."

He looked at Zhan Jiu and said this.

Then he turned around, led the team directly, and rushed to the center of the mountains.

In a flash.

A flash of light flashed, and he vanished.

"It's not just King Pan and him." Zhan Jiu's expression was a little solemn.

Near the extreme east of the spiritual realm, there are several great realms.

The.

Such as Panwang and so on, Tianjiao among all the ethnic groups has come a lot.

This means that in the Great Tomb, there will inevitably be a big battle.

"Let's go."

Come back to your senses.

Zhan Jiu greeted.

He also led the team and rushed to the center of the mountains.

It's just that the moment they marched, there were already several teams, one after another.

"Step into it, be careful, follow me closely, and don't get lost."

"If you are separated, you should also gather in the center as soon as possible."

"It's too chaotic, the situation is hard to understand, be careful."

Zhan Jiu is a quick reminder.

Everyone nodded.

The next moment, they appeared in the center of the mountains.

It's not the same as the imaginary entrance.

In the middle of the mountains, there is only a crack of a hand.

It's profound.

Nothing else.

"This is the entrance to the tomb?" Everyone was a little surprised.

"Yes."

"A small world, there can be any area, let's go in, the scene inside is completely different, it will be a complete world."

Zhan Jiu stared at him and led the team in.

When Ye Wushuang and the others heard this, their hearts sank.

They know that stepping into it is unpredictable.

Among the ten thousand races, there is the top Tianjiao of the Venerable Realm who has arrived.

Once encountered.

It must be a battle to the death.

The rivalry between the spiritual human race and the ten thousand races has lasted for countless years.

It is impossible to eliminate.

Immediately.

They followed Zhan Jiu closely, stepped forward together, and rushed into the crack.

"Hopefully they'll be safe."

"I can all come back alive."

Jiang Mad and the other old Venerables stopped in place.

They can only wait.

Airplanes!

The moment it sank into the crack, a deep and mighty force.

Sudden outbreak.

And the hearts of the people were shaken.

It can be perceived that in the scene ahead, there are countless powerful qi machines, scattered everywhere.

"Follow me, don't get lost."

Zhan Jiu whispered in a deep voice.

"If you get lost, you may pass through this place, and you will appear in unknown places."

"That could very well lead to demise."

He rarely repeats.

Everyone nodded in unison, vigilant.

The same is true for Ye Wushuang.

But.

At a critical moment.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, a faint streamer flickered in his arms.

And then, from the scene of the march.

Suddenly there was a strange pulling force.

His figure was pulled away from the crowd in an instant.

"Is that the treasure map?"

Ye Wushuang was shocked.

Moment of truth.

Baotu revived, pulled him along, and led him directly to other areas.

In an instant, his complexion changed drastically.

I wanted to struggle, but it was useless, I didn't have time to react, and it disappeared in an instant.

Almost at the same time.

One side of the mountains and forests in the ancient land.

The crack flashed. Several figures appeared here.

The surrounding heaven and earth are very light and spiritual, revealing a rich aura of heaven and earth.

It's like a wonderland.

"Is this the little world opened up by the king?"

Everyone was amazed.

It was very novel.

"This should be the small world opened up by the king of my human race, the king of Zhendong."

"The small world of the human race is different, more gentle, corresponding to all things in heaven and earth."

"Check to see if it's all there."

Zhan Jiu glanced at everyone and asked.

Suddenly.

His eyes froze.

"What about Ye Wushuang?"

When everyone heard this, they also searched for it.

In the field, Ye Wushuang's figure was not there.

"What about others?"

"Isn't Ye Wushuang moving forward with us!"

Everyone was amazed.

Ye Wushuang is gone?

Even Zhan Jiu was surprised.

He clearly sensed that Ye Wushuang was walking with them, right beside him.

But the moment he appeared in this small world, Ye Wushuang was gone?

Where did he go?

The hearts of the people were full of questions.

"Maybe there was an accident, but in short, towards the central area."

"If he arrives safely, he will."

Zhan Jiu reacted and ordered in a deep voice.

Lead the team directly.

The other side.

The treasure map glowed, sweeping Ye Wushuang, and his figure flashed.

He opened his eyes again.

In the eye, it is a barren world, mountains and rivers, showing a bronze color.

There is a feeling of vastness and vastness.

In heaven and earth, there is an inexplicable coercion, as if it is natural, rejecting him.

It's just that.

The treasure map is still shining, making these rejections disappear invisibly.

"What is this place?"

Ye Wushuang was puzzled.

He scanned the four directions, the mountains, rivers and the earth, all of which were the scenes of a small world.

It's just that.

Too depressing, heavy.

Heaven and earth are bronze, giving people a feeling of indestructible, thick and ancient.

"Is this really, the small world built by the king of my human race?"

Ye Wushuang frowned.

His heart moved slightly, and he thought of a possibility, and his face turned a little pale.

"Is it possible?"

"The fragments of the treasure map obtained by the sects of the Vast Continent were not left by the true king of the human race?"

Ye Wushuang smacked his tongue.

Combined with what Panwang said.

Then these make sense.

A thousand years ago, the king of Zhendong fought with the strong man among the ten thousand races, and the small world bombarded each other, and then fell.

The so-called Tomb of the True King was formed.

And here.

Not just one small world, but two, if not more.

One of them, a strong man who belongs to the Pan clan?

Come to think of it.

Ye Wushuang's face was a little ugly.

Moreover, when the two sides fell, the strong man of the Pan clan depicted the scene in his own small world and projected it, perhaps to pass it on to the people of the Pan clan, but there was an existence at that level.

Movement pierces the void.

Even, tear open a void and fight in it.

When he was dying, it was difficult to control, so the treasure map was scattered in the vast continent!

"This ......"

"I actually came directly to the side of the Pan clan powerhouse because of the treasure map?"