The moment the Ten Thousand Burial Tomb was sealed, Lan Ning's overall qi suddenly stagnated, as if the surging sea of qi was suddenly savagely cut off by a large embankment that crossed out.

Lan Ning, whose eyes radiated a crimson glow, turned to look at the ruins of Wuyang Palace below, and was ready to tear open the layer of enchantment.

At present, his strength still comes from the Ten Thousand Burial Living Tomb, if the Living Tomb is broken, his current martial arts and divine power of the Law Aspect Heaven and Earth will be difficult to maintain at all.

"Stop him," Yan Fengyi noticed that the moment Meng Juntong's enchantment was propped up, the light in the eyes of the flame giant behind Lan Ning immediately dimmed, and he immediately slashed out with his sword, swinging a brilliant sword qi white rainbow in the air.

Not only Yan Fengyi, Wei Ling, but Xing Bai also shot one after another.

Lan Ning, who was so strong at this moment, was blocked by these masters in the front, but he couldn't directly break through it brutally, he swung out a flame fist one after another to smash the sword qi, and the fist strength was shattered one by one.

"His strength has returned to the Great Grandmaster of the Lower Three Realms. Yan Fengyi's eyes lit up, and the sword in his hand spared no effort, the sword gang slashed against the air, and the county prince took out his twelve points of true power to exert his sword qi, and his qi and blood were completely mobilized with a nameless secret method.

Yan Fengyi's skin suddenly turned red, this is a blood-burning technique that hurts others and hurts himself, in order to burn his own essence and blood in exchange for several times the usual power output, but he can't take care of these now, and finally seized such an opportunity, if he can't kill Lan Ning, then Lan Ning will inevitably cause disaster to the entire Zhao Kingdom.

Once this demon really enters the Ming Dao realm, then he will inevitably set off a bloody storm to avenge today's revenge.

A martial arts master of the Ming Dao realm, that's not a joke, even if you want to move mountains and reclaim the sea, you can't do anything, this is already a land fairy-like figure.

Xing Bai also performed a technique similar to the blood burning technique, and his seven orifices all had a trace of blood flowing out at the moment, but the full strength of his body was faintly capable of reaching the peak of the little grandmaster.

The Protector of Great Chu's Protector Fist couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this scene, Yan Fengyi and Xing Bai were absolutely unexpected.

Using that powerful Blood Burning Technique would most likely ruin their future martial arts cultivation path.

If the martial arts collapse, then the realm will be shackled from now on, and the martial arts will become desperate when they reach the top.

But the opportunity is fleeting, even if Lan Ning retreats from the Ming Dao Realm to the Lower Three Realms of the Seeing Heaven Realm, it is still the cultivation of the Great Grandmaster, if there is still something reserved, how can it be possible to kill him.

At the moment, An Jie is also ruthless, that is, he wants to fight for this martial arts cultivation, and he can kill a martial arts master who is famous all over the world, so what is there to regret.

With a bang, the golden flame ignited on the body of this Great Chu Protector Fist Saint, and his body was like a huixing, smashing towards Lan Ning.

Lan Ning roared in the sky, the four opponents all fought with him with the heart of death, and he could no longer meet the enemy with the flame giant method behind him, and for a while, his invincible offensive was suppressed.

Knock knock knock......

Knock knock knock......

Seizing an opportunity, An Jie and Xing Bai seized the opportunity to get close to Lan Ning four feet in front of him, and the two martial arts martial arts masters both tried their best to blast out three punches.

The sound of the fist was like a thunderous dragon, like a god beating the heavenly drum, and most of the protective true qi around Lan Ning suddenly shattered, and a large cloud of crimson blood mist erupted from the sky.

Whoosh, Wei Ling and Yan Fengyi's swords were like lightning, and the sword qi was like a swimming dragon at the moment when it grabbed the true qi of its protective body and shattered, piercing his eyebrows and qi mansion respectively, which was the source of the martial man's life and the martial vein.

Lan Ning let out a long roar, and a cloud of blood mist suddenly dispersed from his body, rushing in all directions.

The four Junior Masters were all swept away and seriously injured.

Wei Ling and An Jie fell heavily into the ruins of Wuyang Palace, and they actually smashed the enchantment broken by Meng Juntong.

The barrier shattered, and the billowing evil yin qi rushed towards Lan Ning and the flame giant behind him again.

Lan Ning's brow was bloody, but the wound was healing little by little at a slow speed, and the qi was almost the same.

Yan Fengyi lay in the ruins and looked up at this scene, and despair gradually arose in his heart.

Lan Ning is really still alone at the moment, how can anyone be pierced through the center of his eyebrows, and he will not die if he breaks through the Qi Mansion.

Seeing the flame giant behind him raise his head little by little, and Lan Ning's pair of pupils were re-reflected in his eyes, Yan Fengyi knew that their end was coming.

But at this moment, there was a roar from the direction of the Ten Thousand Burial Mounds, which pierced the sky.

Everyone, including Lan Ning and the flame giant behind him, all turned their heads to look in the direction of the Ten Thousand Burial Mounds.

The black qi that lingered on the Ten Thousand Burial Graves suddenly began to become disordered.

"No~!" Lan Ning's roar was hoarse and low like thunder, and he and the flame giant behind him reached out at the same time to grab something in the Ten Thousand Burial Tomb, but the action was only halfway through, and the flame giant behind him exploded, turning into a flood of firelight, and finally dissipated.

Lan Ning's whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string and fell to the ground.

And in the Ten Thousand Burial Mounds, Meng Juntong's Qingfeng Sword pierced a human urn fiercely, and the sharp roar just now came from the mouth of this person's urn.

Unlike other people's urns, this urn is pale gold throughout, with some runes painted on it that even Meng Juntong can't understand.

As long as every once in a while, the rune will activate, transmitting it to a corner of the Ten Thousand Burial Mounds, and so on.

This is also the reason why Meng Juntong's previous Dao Sword couldn't grasp this Ten Thousand Burial Grave.

It wasn't until she noticed that Dao Sword stayed in the same place twice that she discovered the pattern.

The mound was pierced by Meng Juntong's sword, and after the mound eye man let out a sharp roar, he was cut off from life.

The thousands of resentful auras under the Ten Thousand Burial Graves suddenly lost the control of the formation technique and became disordered.

A single urn struggled frantically, as if trying to get out of it.

At this moment, all Meng Juntong heard was shouts of revenge and curses.

If these grievances gather into resentful spirits and scatter them in the world, it will inevitably cause a terrible disaster no less than the corpse tide in Changqu Town.

Meng Juntong once saw in a book that the birth of a fierce spirit and the slaughter of blood in the world can create a small underworld that deviates from the avenue of heaven and earth, making it difficult for people to enter and ruined for life.

The Qingfeng Sword in his hand was buzzing and trembling.

Should I use my sword or not, and should I kill them or not~!

Wei Ling and An Jie also came to Meng Juntong's side at this moment, looking at the scene around them, Rao is two of them are well-informed masters of the rivers and lakes, but they are also a little dumbfounded.

"What should we do next?" Wei Ling asked as he looked at Meng Juntong.

Meng Juntong looked pained, but just shook his head and said nothing.