This is a battle between the dragon and the phoenix, it stands to reason that Shaoxing has just broken through the peak 'not long', and Shui Manyue is an antique who has lived for hundreds of years, and her combat experience is impeccable, and at this moment she is still in a state of despair, which is terrifying, and when she encounters such an opponent, although it is the same realm, it is impossible to take advantage of anything, and it is normal to be at a disadvantage.

But the fact is the opposite, Shaoxing's strength is simply overwhelming.

Moreover, the most incredible thing is that his fighting experience is no worse than that of Shui Manyue.

"Bang Bang Bang Bang ......" Shaoxing is getting more and more fierce, and the advantages are becoming more and more obvious, and the marksmanship is superb, like a dragon and snake spreading, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests.

Suddenly, he grabbed the fighter, and the black spear came alive in his hand, stabbing or picking, splitting or circling, seemingly chaotic, but unpredictable and infinitely deified.

In the end, Shaoxing's figure disappeared and was replaced by a big tiger phantom, vivid and fierce.

Then, the big tiger more than two zhang long pounced violently, and at once it passed a distance of more than ten zhang, and the strong wind tore the mountain rocks.

Looking at the big tiger rushing in his face, exuding unparalleled might, Shui Manyue's heart was pounding, and he could only grit his teeth and regret when he couldn't avoid it.

She held the sword in both hands and raised it, and saw countless arms appear, like a thousand-armed Guanyin.

"Roar!" the colorful tiger let out a tiger roar and thunder, violently knocking the water and moon into the air.

"Poof!" Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and Shui Manyue ignored it, and moved her gaze to her brother, who was already cold. There is a rare tenderness on the beautiful face, "Big brother, little sister can no longer cook for you, talk to you, I really want to go back to the old ......"

Shui Manyue's eyes were blurred, and her tone became softer and softer, and in the end it was inaudible, and finally fell to the ground with a pop.

Lu Yan in the distance sighed softly, to be honest, he and Jin Moxiu did not have any deep hatred, they had never met before, but they still lived and died.

But this is also a helpless thing, people in the rivers and lakes, involuntarily. Perhaps this is the so-called 'Tao' difference.

"Now, we should meet with the old patriarch this morning. Lu Yan collected his emotions and said, "Although the backbone of the Immortal Hall is no longer there, there are still many hard characters left, at least not what the old patriarch can resist, one step later, I'm afraid it will be dangerous." ”

Shaoxing nodded and said, "I can sense where they are through the bloodline, please follow me." ”

Lu Yan has no opinion.

......

The area of the undead island is huge, there are continuous mountains, there are ancient timber wolf forests, although most of them have been developed, but there are still many places that still maintain the most primitive style, and in some places are rampant with monsters.

At this moment, the current patriarch of the undead clan, leading hundreds of clansmen, went through nine bends and eighteen bends, seemed to pass through a huge maze, and then just crossed a mountain peak of more than three hundred zhang.

Fortunately, they have a special physique and long physical strength, otherwise I am afraid that many people would have been left behind.

But even so, there are still people who are tired and out of breath at the moment.

In front of me is a primeval forest, full of towering trees, arm-thick old vines.

At the edge of this dense forest, there were countless white bones, some as huge as a mountain, some as small as an old dog, and some of the corpses had just decomposed, among which there was a strange snake with fleshy horns on its head, as thick as a bucket, black as ink, and a metallic luster refracted on the scales.

Beneath its massive head, there was still freshly dried dead blood, which seemed to have just been killed.

This situation and this scene are indescribably mad.

"Patriarch, what is this place, and what are you bringing us to this place for?" someone asked, puzzled.

"This was originally a place of training for our people. The old patriarch's tone was very light, and his eyes were a little wandering, as if he had fallen into a long memory, "Our ancestor opened up this place back then, arranged a formation prohibition, and locked all the powerful demon beasts on the undead island in it, only our undead clan can enter and exit at will, but the other demons are all in and out. In the beginning, our clansmen often went in to fight with demon beasts, and many powerful monks appeared, which can be said to be full of talents. But then ......"

Speaking of this, the old patriarch's face had a touch of regret: "Because of the long-term comfortable life, many people have become empty-sighted, their self-confidence has swelled unprecedentedly, and they have lost their sense of distress. Very few people are willing to cultivate hard, and no one is willing to risk life and death anymore, otherwise, how can those miscellaneous pieces of the Immortal Hall be our opponents!"

"But why haven't we heard of this place before?" asked another, puzzled.

The old patriarch let out a sigh and said, "As far as the Palace of Eternal Life has occupied our homeland, lest they find a way to come and go freely through the power of our bloodline, so as to experience more powerful enemies. This has become our core secret, which is only passed down by the successive patriarchs before their deaths. ”

"Patriarch, patriarch is not good. ”

Suddenly, a panting man in the prime of life wearing animal skins ran barefoot, "Those dog days are about to chase after us, what should we do, or we will fight with them!"

"It seems that the clansmen who stayed behind and delayed them are already more auspicious!" the old patriarch shook his head with regret on his face, "If those people chase after them, we will enter the forest!"

"Into the forest?" Hearing the old patriarch's words, many people couldn't help but feel terrified in their hearts. Looking at the huge corpses piled up not far in front of him, he knew that there must be a terrifying existence inside, after all, they didn't have any cultivation, they broke in rashly, and they had no intention of falling into the tiger's mouth.

"That's right!" the old patriarch said categorically, his eyes flashing with wisdom, "You can probably see that this young man named Lu Yan has an extraordinary temperament, and he is probably also an extraordinary character in the Hidden Dragon Continent. If the prophecy is not bad, then he is most likely our hope, and it is only a matter of time before the rule of the Hall of Eternal Life is overthrown. But in the future, we can't pin the family's hopes on an outsider, who knows if he will be the second Hall of Eternal Life. ”

Speaking of this, the old patriarch glanced at the clansmen and said firmly: "Therefore, our place of experience must be opened, and the journey of experience will start today, learn the exercises handed down by our ancestors, carry out life and death tests, and everyone must become strong." ”

"Strong, powerful, powerful!" all the undead were boiling with blood and howling, as if this was the only way to vent the anger and unwillingness that had been accumulated in their hearts for a long time.

"Alright!" the old patriarch stopped with satisfaction, as if he was a hundred years younger, and his spirit was high, "Now, let's rest in place for a while, and prepare to enter the forest." After entering, we will go through countless trials of life and death, and many people may die. But the road of the strong is paved with blood, and everything is for our family!"

After listening to the old patriarch's words, everyone fell silent, wiped the rough weapon in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

However, they didn't have much time to think, and after less than a cup of tea, a group of black ironclad warriors appeared in sight.