Even Ye Yu, who had experienced the Tomb of the Sirius King and the gray space, and witnessed the resurrection of the basalt statue, was still surprised when he saw everything in front of him.

This is not what you imagined, and it can't even be a secret place at all, it's more like the lair of some giant monster.

Its color is red, and it looks like red fairy gold.

The red nest is vast and boundless, like an ancient magic mountain standing here. Now, as the battle fluctuations continue to spread, its color also changes, and now it has completely turned blood red.

Ye Yu's breathing became a little short, what was the purpose of his coming to the four seas after all the hardships?

It's not for the sake of becoming stronger, and the supreme law of the Martial Saint.

The sky here is no longer gray, but red, like the sunset of the morning sun and the twilight of the gods.

There were people fighting not far away, and the most conspicuous thing was that two of them were standing on different red altars, and there were inexplicable lines emerging on the altars, as if they wanted to enter the core of the secret realm, and those who did not have an altar would be extremely difficult.

The altar was densely packed with figures, as if the altar was a mustard Sumeru space that could accommodate no matter how many people descended on it.

"Kill! You can't let them enter the core area, otherwise we won't be able to wait for the Martial Saint Treasure Technique!"

"That's right, the number of altars is already limited, only thirty-six, and now those two are the last, and they can't be satisfied!"

The people of all parties have already killed the red eyes, in order to get the qualifications, they have no way to retreat, at this moment, everyone sacrificed their lives and forgot to die, in order to compete for that opportunity.

Ye Yu didn't act rashly, and even his breath and breathing stopped, including Xiao Yuxian, of course.

Ye Yu's pupil technique looked coldly at everything in the field, and he found that the two altars were full of people he knew, one of them was Lu Chengxuan and Mu Xingji, who had just separated two days ago. The other one actually is

"Mo Yun! The Dao number has no soul, and the chic Ju has the surname Xiao, that is, Xiao Wu Soul who circulates in the cultivation realm, and the saint-level figure who lives in the chic realm. ”

Ye Yu has not been in contact with Xiao Wusoul, but it does not mean that he has not collected information about Xiao Wusoul, and besides, there are Xiao Wusoul, Yang Batian and that Dian Ya by Xiao Wusoul's side.

However, now the dashing people are like rats crossing the street, and they are being attacked by various forces. The situation is a bit worrying.

The battle on the other altar was much safer, except for Lu Chengxuan, Mu Xingji, and people who Ye Yu also knew

Zhang Tao.

The man who lined up with him to enter the Demon Emperor City and had a brief intersection, Zhang Tao.

In addition to Zhang Tao, there are also Blood Sky and Hua Qianmei, only the five of them.

Ye Yu was not interested in why Hua Qianmei would be with them, and his relationship with him was nothing more than cooperation.

The five of them worked together seamlessly. Lu Chengxuan's golden sword qi surrounded the surroundings for defense. The other four are responsible for guarding the four directions. They harnessed the altar towards the core.

During this period, of course, some people attacked them, but the end was only a dead end.

The bloody twilight, the battle in full swing, this scene is very similar to the twilight battle of the gods that Nightfeather saw in the gray space.

The reason why the red altar where Lu Chengxuan and the others were not attacked was that in addition to the cooperation of the five of them, the most important thing was that the location of their altar was only a few feet away from the core area.

"Hmm? Chic Ju is fearless, and he is not in a hurry to leave at all, as if he is the queen of Zhang Tao and them, and as if they want to deter the heroes. ”

Night Feather refocused his gaze on the side of the Dashing Residence, and he asked himself if he could still get out of the house by fighting with the Dashing Residence.

Does it have to be an altar to get to the core?

The answer, of course, is no. It's just that having an altar will save a lot of trouble, plus the number of altars mentioned by those people is thirty-six, which means that thirty-four groups of people have entered the core area.

In that case, the battle in the core area will be even more terrifying. That's where the real pinnacle comes together.

Nightfeather stood still at the entrance, and the battle continued over there. There are constantly human heads flying, and many people are completely turned into powder, and the blood rain nourishes the land of the Martial Saint Secret Realm. Coupled with the bloody twilight, it was as if the ancient battle of the gods was repeating itself.

The chic house also suffered heavy losses, and the core disciples fell a lot, and even Yang Batian finally fell from the altar to the ground after facing the self-explosion of the two Ning Dan early stage cultivators, turning into a pool of blood and mud.

Life is cheap here, not much different from grass mustard, even if it is a master of the Ning Dan stage, there is a danger of falling at any time.

Not to mention the disciples in the foundation building period, they are completely cannon fodder.

"Who said that ants can't shake elephants? In Xiao Wuxian's eyes, those foundation building periods may be ants, right? But if hundreds of foundation building periods explode at the same time, they can completely die with the chic people, but unfortunately no one wants to blow themselves up, unless there is no way out. ”

Ye Yu was like a passerby, he was waiting, and when the battle came to an end, he would contact Xiao Wulu again, he didn't want to waste useless energy, he just wanted to take a ride.

"Hmph! Ants also dare to challenge the dragon? You are looking for death! But this son doesn't want to waste time, if you want to die, you can come up together, this puppet of the Jindan period has not drunk blood for a long time. ”

Xiao Wuxian became a little impatient, his cold voice slowly falling from the sky, followed by a figure wrapped in a pitch-black coat and cloak.

A coercion that did not belong to the cultivators of the Ning Dan stage pressed towards those people, and those who cultivated to a low level and those who were not lightly injured were all forced to go down by this sudden momentum.

Everyone has only regained their clarity, and Xiao Wuxian is one of the few giants, Xiao Wuxian is the best among the younger generation, he has successfully built the foundation in less than thirty, and he has been singing all the way in the years since he entered the four seas.

Now he is already a strong man in the late stage of Ning Dan, but his age is less than fifty, and he is a young man in the cultivation realm at such an age, but at this moment, everyone stopped their figures, and they were afraid.

A few Ning Dan periods have already caused them heavy casualties, plus the puppets of the Jin Dan period, the outcome can be known without much thought.

"Hmph! Even if you are waiting for acquaintances, wasting Lao Tzu's time, it is really unlucky, if it weren't for the fear that they would be the first to ascend to the Martial Saint Treasure, none of you would want to live today. ”

Xiao Wuxian's cold voice came down, but no one dared to refute, the survivors' faces were blue and red for a while, but they still endured it, what else could they do but forbear?

The Jindan period is not a joke, although it is a puppet, but it is also a puppet with the combat power of the Jindan period.

The altar where Xiao Wusoul was located did not leave in a hurry, but waited for ten breaths, and after ten breaths, Xiao Wusoul drove the red altar into the air.

As Xiao Wusoul's red altar headed towards the core area, a streamer of light disappeared along with the red altar of the chic residence.