A tense and oppressive aura enveloped every inch of space in the middle of the sandstorm desert.

The moment the Demon King Qilin woke up, the elders of the One Sword Sect, who had been secretly fighting with the two demon elders in the valley, withdrew five thousand meters away, and hundreds of people such as Fenghua and the two elders of black and white retreated far away.

The people who met the demons in the righteous path region should have joined forces to kill them, but this had to be at least kept at the same level. Taking 10,000 steps back, even in the Wuji realm, even if he is facing a demon path powerhouse who is one level higher, the righteous path master is not without the strength to fight with a large number of people.

However, the gap is too big now.

The strength of this Demon King Qilin has surpassed that of Tai Chi Heavenly Grade, and although it has not reached the Infinite Realm, it is not something that they can shake together.

Now seeing that although Fu Yan'er was repelled by the Demon King Qilin's blow, the woman didn't have too much fear, and she thought that she still had some means to deal with the Demon King Qilin. At that time, even if Fu Yan'er can fight to a draw with the Demon King Qilin next, they will have the courage to assist in the battle.

It's better to stay away a little now.

"But don't use the power of the Heavenly Dao!"

The two of them confronted the Demon King Qilin, and the two sword-patterned silver-robed old men who couldn't mix them tightly clenched their palms.

They have always hoped that the cold path can grow naturally, and if they are stimulated by the demon king qilin to attract the power of the heavenly path tonight, they can't afford this responsibility in the First Sword Sect.

But who knew that just when all parties were thinking inexplicably, an ancient voice behind the leyline fire curtain instantly broke this suppression. When the voice spread, Leng Dao's eyes narrowed, and his handprints moved behind the figures around him, and the waves of red fire surged back towards the desert in a terrifying posture in the uproar.

At the top of the Demon Tomb Palace, he turned his head to look at a spatial crack that was five hundred zhang longitudinal, and there was a touch of struggle and anger in the depths of the Demon King Qilin's dark eyes.

This time, the power of the Void Wind devouring from that space and surging out was undoubtedly several grades stable compared to the fierce fury that appeared in the Demon Tomb before. Fu Yan'er waved his sleeves and arranged a demon source defense with a diameter of tens of meters in front of him, and easily took it over.

After the Void Gang Wind was gone, looking at the behemoth that appeared from the crack in the Void, all the people who were still alive here seemed to be unexpected, but they also seemed to be expected.

It was a large hall that was similar to the Demon Tomb in terms of construction volume and the division of the four elephants at the top of the temple, and the main hall was a simple and desolate dark yellow, which was completely different from the darkness of the Demon Tomb.

This is the real Tomb of the Winds!

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"The magic of these scourges is really not small. ”

The Tomb of the Wind appeared, sensing the different breaths brought to them by the two halls, Tsing Yi Fenghua's face twitched, and he gritted his yellowed teeth and said bitterly.

If it weren't for Fu Yan'er forcing the two demon elders in the valley to appear, and finally pointing out the demon king Qilin, this demonic beast, I am afraid that after the death of the previous five hundred people, there will be non-believers rushing into this demon tomb to try, and he doesn't dare to say that he has more than enough grace, and it is more than enough to divide two hundred martial arts masters.

But when they died, they didn't see the real Tomb of the Wind, and that was the real regret.

"You old thing is dead and not stiff. ”

After the appearance of the Wind Tomb, layers of dark light flowed around the Demon King Qilin, and the hundred-meter-huge body finally transformed into a man in black with a height of six feet and a strong figure.

The man looked to be in his thirties, with black hair and a shawl, and his dignified face was also full of anger because of the whirlwind of the demon source condensed in the center of his eyebrows.

Staring at the Wind Tomb, the Demon King Qilin Sen said coldly.

"With you joining forces with the valley lord of that valley to look at scattering the remnants of the ancestor, I'm afraid it's not enough. ”

The Demon King Qilin's words fell, and in the face of everyone's astonished gaze, the surface of the wind tomb with a length of thousands of meters and a width after the ancient voice spread, a clear light like flowing water actually floated.

After dozens of breaths, the rays of light converged into an old man in a transparent robe, sitting cross-legged. The old man's figure was rickety, and it seemed that because of the lack of soul power, he couldn't even clearly condense the vicissitudes of life and wrinkles on his face.

This soul body appeared, and a terrifying aura that was no weaker than the Demon King Qilin suddenly permeated the silver desert, but with the excellent perceptual power of the cold channel, the young man detected that the old man's breath was really mottled and blocked.

"Wind Void Ancestor, condensing your soul power at this moment is not good for you, it won't take half an hour for your soul power to completely dissipate between heaven and earth. ”

Seeing the old man come forward, the demon king Qilin snorted in a low voice.

A month ago, knowing that Leng Dao had come to Golden Wind City, he and the Valley Lord had already guessed the specific time when the Wind Tomb would appear. Before the Tomb of the Wind opened, they teamed up to completely disperse the old man's soul so that the Tomb of the Wind would never have a chance to live again.

It's just that he underestimated the strength of this old thing.

At this moment, the Wind Void Ancestor appeared, but the Valley Lord could not appear, after all, the Righteous Dao Realm monitored the Demon Dao masters above the Infinite Realm extremely strictly, and the scope involved by a Demon Dao Master of the Infinite Realm was too wide.

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"Wind Void Ancestor, this old man is the Beginningless Yellow Pin Great Power that descended in this Dynasty Domain nine thousand years ago?"

It's good that the demon king Qilin didn't open his mouth, and after revealing the identity of this old man, Fenghua, Jin Jiuyou and the others screamed, and the old faces showed the shock and sluggishness of a child in a panic.

The Northwest Dynasty Domain belongs to an inconspicuous realm in the Source Domain, and although there are many second-rate dynasties in their Northwest Dynasty Domain, they are also not weighty in the Northwest Dynasty Domain.

But in this dynasty, all the martial arts masters with heads and faces who don't take the Wind Void Ancestor as the object of pursuit to spur themselves.

Fengxu Ancestor was born in this dynasty domain nine thousand years ago, and reached the peak of Liangyi Huangpin at the age of only thirty, and then the arrogant ancestor traveled through the rivers and lakes until he reached the middle domain.

In that era, the gifted Wind Void Ancestor was not inferior even compared to the strength of the Great Sect of the Middle Domain and the geniuses of the Great Family. Eight thousand years ago, he went straight to the Infinite Xuanpin, and six thousand years ago, this extremely popular martial arts power even hit the Beginningless Realm in one fell swoop.

What is beginninglessness?

There is no beginning, it is empty, ten thousand green lanterns laugh and talk about the wind and clouds, and it is not an exaggeration to say that those who have reached this level of martial arts strength are laughing at the source domain.

However, since ancient times, heroes have been sad to be beautiful!

According to ancient records, at that time, there was a great force in the northwest region of the Central Domain that also had a master of the Beginningless Realm. The master of that sect seemed to have taken a fancy to a good treasure in the hands of the Wind Void Ancestor, and even did not hesitate to let his own sister tempt this peak powerhouse.

When that good thing that even the masters of the Beginningless Realm were quite excited about was transferred to the hands of that great force, it was not too much of a loss to taste the Wind Void Ancestor, after all, the sister of the sect master did take a fancy to this strong man.

The baby changes the daughter-in-law, it depends on what the authorities think.

The problem is precisely here, you must know that the masters who can reach the Infinite Realm are all Dao Hearts who have been meditating for hundreds of years, and they are afraid that the Dao Hearts will be damaged and their strength will stop, let alone the Wind Void Ancestor who has been cultivating for three thousand years?

The satisfaction of sleeping with his daughter-in-law in his arms was indeed enough, but after learning what happened, Fengxu Ancestor always thought that it was his love calamity that had not cultivated in place that gave the master of the sect a chance.

Since then, the Wind Void Ancestor's Dao heart has fluctuated, and he has not improved his strength for thousands of years. Five thousand years ago, this strong man resolutely returned to the dynasty where he was born, and chose this life.

Of course, the four thousand years of the life of the Wind Void Ancestor was too huge for the span of the ordinary dynasty domain, and the old man chose to fall silently, so that the writer who recorded the life of the Wind Void Ancestor could not reach an end, and finally had to sit down to an ominous end.

Who would have thought that this old man would follow the Tomb of the Wind and leave his soul alive to this day.

"A soul without a beginning?"

Hearing the sharp shout of Fenghua thousands of meters away, the corners of Leng Dao's mouth twitched coldly.

Can the storm be a little more violent?