Ahead, all kinds of fairy light in the ancient temple are steaming, Ruixia is bright, spraying thin gods, full of sacredness and peace, like the temple of the ancient gods.

The ancient tribes are all in a frenzy, and they have come for the green ding, rushing forward to kill, trying to find out.

The Terran monks were also shouting, and the perception of the ancient sages turned into tangible words, densely covering the top of the temple, mysterious and gorgeous, one by one the ancient words were flickering, and the imprints of the ancient sages were vibrating, resonating with the Great Dao.

It's a crazy place, no one is unmoved, as long as you get one thing, you can use it for a lifetime.

Even those temples that don't shine and don't resonate with the Great Dao are heartwarming, and countless figures rush forward, people know that those places may be more valuable and have the power of sealing.

Back then, the Feather God Dynasty ruled half of Zhongzhou, invincible, this ancient star could not stop their footsteps, and stepped into the starry sky, Zhou Yi killed with a sword like a demon king, all the ancient clans just now fled, no one dared to block the road, and those who made a move in the dark were also split into dozens of pieces by a sword, and blood and broken bones were splashed together.

Ye Fan walked aside, surrounded by golden light, and the Black Emperor and Duan De also followed.

"Be careful Hua Yunfei and Li Xiaoman, I have a hunch, this place will turn into a blood-stained Shura field, if you don't kill a river of blood today, it won't stop, if you can climb the five-color altar, you must cut down all the big enemies, and you must not continue the battle to the earth, otherwise it will be a big disaster!" Ye Fan said in a cold voice.

When everyone was scuffling and rushing to the Supreme Ancestral Temple, an old man silently appeared at the stone gate of the last layer of the small world.

"Feather Emperor, are you really still alive, I did sense a wisp of the breath of the Ancient Emperor here...", he held a shrine in his hand, and stared at the stone man inside.

"Today, the saint does not manifest, why did you come?" A hazy light suddenly appeared in the void, and his body was not clear, it was Qingfeng!

The Great Sage of Hun Tuo's body trembled, slowly turned his body and said with a stiff smile: "I'm just here for that thing in the First Ancestral Lineage, I'm afraid that he will wash the world in blood." ”

"Really?" The voice seemed to be close to the distance, and then there was a glorious light that overwhelmed the world, and the Great Sage of Hun Tuo was directly submerged and disappeared.

The small world of the temple on the last floor, shouting to kill the heavens, was originally a glorious and peaceful world, but at this time it was surrounded by blood mist. In this short quarter of an hour, I don't know how many monks died, and all the sects had people to help, unlike before, it was limited to a few people, and it can be said that this place is full of masters.

"No..."

The Holy Son of the Daoyi Holy Land fell, let out a miserable scream, his eyes were full of unwillingness, even the murderer didn't know who it was, he was secretly attacked and killed, his life would have been wonderful, but he fell in this ruin, and lost the qualification to become the supreme of a sect.

Poof.

A female living fossil in Yaochi was cut into two pieces, and the soul could not escape, turning into a gorgeous rain of light, dissipating in place, and destroying all the forms and spirits.

This place is extremely cruel, in order to compete for the treasures in the ancient temple, all the heroes are in the might, regardless of the impact, all kinds of magical powers are fully displayed.

"That's the Yuan Shen Four Killing Technique, isn't it long gone, how can someone still use it?" Ye Fan and the three of them were surprised for a while, staring at a brilliant light in the distance, and as a result, a piece of people fell, their bodies were undamaged, and the Yuan Shen was all turned into dust.

In the mountains, all kinds of thaumaturgical magic methods are exhausted, and everyone uses the trick of pressing the bottom of the box, one is to protect themselves, the other is to surpass others, the first to rush into the selected temple, most of which have immortal materials, and getting one or seeing a scripture is enough to be used for life.

There are eighty-one ancient temples in this small world, each of which has something extraordinary, so each one has become a battlefield, and the amazing killing machine is erupting, blood and white bones are everywhere, and since they have arrived here, no one will retreat.

The most magnificent hall was the most miserable, because it was the center of the entire small world, and not only the strong people of the human race were fighting, but all the strong people of the ancient race were also rushing to rush in, and they all wanted to be the first to enter.

In particular, the primeval tribes, as if they had gone mad, were red-eyed and yelling, all of them frantically searching for the crippled green tripod, and regarded this treasure as their life.

Although the Terran monks knew that the Ding had unimaginable significance, they did not expect that the major royal families and royal families who had ruled the earth since ancient times would care so much, and they would not regret losing their lives, and paved the way forward with blood and bones.

It has become a killing ground for Shura, with pieces of dead corpses, rivers of blood, and sacred and peaceful ancestral temples surrounded by a layer of blood, blending with all kinds of Ruicai, making people mad.

The terrible screams kept ringing out!

This is a prelude to death, everything has just begun, life is dissipating, a large number of masters are falling, and people are crazy about the immortal treasure of the Feather God Dynasty!

The sound of killing shook the sky, a large number of monks continued to enter this small world, blood flowed, corpses and bones piled up into mountains, magic weapons and so on flew all over the sky, the brilliance was brilliant, people forgot everything, only to fight and kill in front of them, all wanted to get the fairy treasure.

For Ye Fan and the others, the scriptures and the perceptions of the ancient sages were certainly valuable, but they were far inferior to the secrets of crossing the star field, so they did not rush to the most magnificent ancient temple in the center, but entered the place where the classics were suspicious.

Of course, this place is not so easy to enter, although it is not as valuable as the ancient tripod of the town temple, but there are also many ancient books, which naturally attracts a large number of people.

The scriptures are better than everything, there may be all kinds of unknown mystical techniques, maybe there are all kinds of secrets of becoming immortals searched by the Feather God Dynasty, and all the sects don't want to sweep them all.

Bang.

Ye Fan opened the way first, and with a punch, several ancient clans in front of him all broke their bones and tendons, and there was a burst of explosion all over their bodies, and then they shattered, and no one could compete with them.

Rushing into a temple and looking around, there was a text on the wall, emitting rays of light, and even swaying out a crimson divine chain.

"This is a strange secret technique, it seems that it is difficult to cultivate, no matter how much, take it away!" Duan De took out his hand, his fingers were like knives, digging and carving stone walls, but it was extremely difficult, and it was difficult to destroy the magic circle and protect the ancient temple.

Several people were shocked, more than 200,000 years have passed, and the ordinary holy soldiers have already decayed, not to mention the buildings, so they had no choice but to take out the holy soldiers, sweep out a light with all their might, and finally dig down this stone wall.

"Dead Daoist, you are ruthless enough! remember to go back and show me the first one, and help you carve a mountain protection circle when the time comes. The Black Emperor was indignant for a while, and secretly sighed that his movements had slowed down a little.

Everyone believed that the others would surely leave nothing behind like locusts crossing the border, and if it weren't for the failure of the Half-Saint's attempt to take away the ancestral temples, there would not be even a single grass left in the last layer of the small world. Take a look at the latest chapter of "The Strongest Lord of the Heavens, Claw Book House" to read for free for the first time.