Chapter Two Hundred and Two: On the Island

Most of the disciples of these major forces were fortunate enough to escape from the immortal tombs, and the previous immortal tombs disappeared, and these people realized that it was time to leave the immortal tombs, so they all rushed towards the valley mouth of the immortal tombs peaks with great tacit understanding, even if they had grievances with each other, at this moment, they also let go of their grievances.

Shan Xin frowned slightly, there was a vague bad premonition in his heart, his eyes were a little gloomy and swept over Mu Hao and the others, and his heart sank violently, "This guy is not going to leave us all here, right?" This sudden thought made Shan Xin's heart thump and beat faster, and then he shook his head again, feeling ridiculous about his idea. Suddenly, Shan Xin's pupils shrank suddenly, and his gaze fell on the corpse that made his heart tremble.

Behind the vast peaks of the mountains, blue waves surged in, crashing against the reef with a deafening roar of collapse and earth. The splashing waves reflect the sunlight and reflect the blinding light. An isolated island that stands out from the crowd on the blue sea.

As far as the eye can see, the island looks like a huge stone platform, and the sun shines on it, as if it is covered with a layer of glittering broken silver. An ancient altar sits in the middle of the island, boxy, with stone swords stored around it. Several huge demon beast corpses were piled up around the altar, and there was a faint terrifying majesty that permeated it. The hideous bones shimmered with a metallic sheen, and some lines appeared on them.

Dozens of figures stood in front of the ancient altar, and an incomparably powerful aura permeated it. According to the style of its robe, it can be divided into Chixu Palace, Miluo Palace, Lingxiao Sect, and Wuliang Sect······ However, the style of these robes is completely different from the robes of Mu Hao and others, and most of their sleeves are embroidered with eye-catching gold ribbons.

"The Immortal Tomb has disappeared, I don't know how many disciples of my Chixu Palace have been able to walk out of the peak of the Immortal Tomb this time, and whose hands is this Immortal Tomb inheritance!", under the warm sun, a thin middle-aged man pursed his lips slightly, and his gaze swept slightly over the others, and then fell on a middle-aged man who was also wearing a robe of the Red Void Palace: "Zhan Tai, how many of the disciples of the Chixu Palace can survive this time?"

The man known as Zhan Tai slowly opened his slightly closed eyes, and a smile flashed on his resolute face: "The two elders couldn't guess it, how could I guess it, but what I'm sure of is that my Zhan Taiyu Nizi will definitely walk out of the Immortal Tomb Peak safe and sound!", mentioning Zhan Taiyu, the coldness in the man's eyes faded a lot, revealing a little doting.

"There is a free bodyguard who laughs at Cangtian, where can Zhan Taiyu's little girl hurt, but as the so-called jade is not cut, the young eagle can only spread its wings to the sky after the baptism of blood!", a gentle smile also appeared on the face of the middle-aged man who spoke out before.

"Zhan Tai Na Nizi is not as good as the second elder's precious grandson Wang Lei. Entering the Immortal Tomb Peaks this time is just for her to see blood!", the man known as Zhan Tai looked at the corner of his eyes without a trace, a few meters away, the middle-aged man with a cold expression, the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "But what makes me a little surprised is that Mu Hao will actually enter the Immortal Tomb Peak, there are groups of demon beasts in the Immortal Tomb Peak, if there is no one to protect him, with the strength of the third layer of Jindan, I am afraid that it will be nine deaths!"

The man known as the Second Elder also had a playful smile on his face: "The strength of the third layer of Jindan has stepped into the peak of the Immortal Tomb Group and competed for the inheritance of the Immortal Tomb. Tsk, this courage is no less than his old son Hao Mutian, sure enough, the tiger father has no dog!". The playful laughter was tinged with a hint of sarcasm, which made the rest of the major forces smile and look at the grim middle-aged man with amusement.

This middle-aged man with a cold expression, dressed in black clothes like ink, has a straight body, a waist as straight as a gun, and has the potential to support the starry sky, and his ink-like sword eyebrows are fierce.

"Zhan Taiyu, Wang Da!", the surging sea breeze seemed to be still at this moment, and the low voice was like a hellish wind, suddenly rising, with monstrous killing intent, towards the two middle-aged people who made a sound.

Zhan Taiyu, the former is Zhan Taiyu's father, and the latter is Wang Lei's grandfather.

The corners of Zhan Taiyu's mouth were cold, and the chill in his eyes gradually condensed on this man's body. Wang Dapi smiled and said, "Elder Nan, the so-called Ji people have their own natural appearance. As the son of Hao Mutian, even if his cultivation is a little poor, I believe that Hao Mutian's spirit in the sky will also bless his only flesh and blood, and let him walk out of the peak and valley of this immortal tomb!"

"Do you want to continue talking nonsense?", a powerful and incomparable coercion swept over the man, like a storm. Wang Da shrugged his shoulders helplessly, turned around quickly, and the corner of his eye swept over Zhan Taiyu's eyes, and there was a smile in both of them.

The people of the other forces also pursed their lips and smiled, and there was a playful abuse in their eyes when they looked at the man, although the former's expression was as cold as ever. But these people can feel the uneasiness and worry hidden under those deep eyes, this is still the same as in the past - Nandou?

Nandou, the central powerhouse that covers the sky, with a flick of his fingers? A series of eyes with different emotions gathered on the demonic altar, and the blood light that permeated it rendered the sunlight cold. Faintly, a huge gate slowly appeared, standing on the altar, and the bones of the demon beast seemed to be rejuvenated at this moment, and the deafening beast roar sounded in the bones without warning. A loud bang echoed, crashing into the raging deep blue waters, setting off a terrifying wave.

A gaze as deep as a black hole stared at the mouth of the peaks and valleys of the immortal tombs that were gradually becoming like substance, and the man, Nandou's thin and cold cheeks were rarely flushed with a touch of worry, "Big brother, bless!"

The sound of the sky crashing on the shore hovered in the sky, and under the sun, Nandou, Wang Da, Zhan Taiyu and others did not move at all. The silence around was terrifying, and everyone's eyes did not move, expecting the familiar figure to walk out of the mouth of the peak valley of the immortal tombs and step on the altar. And at the other end of the peak and valley mouth of the immortal tombs, it is also terrible to be silent, the bright sun is in the sky, and the bright sunlight renders the sky, a poetic beauty that cannot be described in words.

The autumn sun can always dispel the cold, but standing on the dead leaves, bathed in the autumn sun, Shan Xin has a feeling of being in an ice cellar. His gaze almost stopped in a dull way, on the corpse that made his heart pound faster. The scarlet blood, like a sharp blade, was inserted into Shan Xin's heart, making Shan Xin break out in a cold sweat.

"Senior Brother Shan Xin!", several disciples of Miluo Palace saw that Shan Xin was like being under a spell, like a stone statue without moving, and couldn't help but push Shan Xin's shoulder.

"Tick!", cold sweat ran down his cheeks and fell on his shirt, Shan Xin's throat rolled slightly, and an inexplicable chill came out of his back. Almost at this moment, Shan Xin's face turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost, he turned around suddenly, and staggered towards the road he came. But he had only taken a few steps, but Mu Hao's calm voice fluttered out like a breeze, "As long as you take one more step forward, the end will be the same as them!"

The calm voice made Shan Xin's body tremble suddenly, and his feet seemed to be tied with lead, and he didn't dare to lift them up again. Such a strange scene made the faces of the disciples of the other major forces change slightly. Almost at the same time, these people looked in the direction that Shan Xin had hoped before. Their eyes were also glazed, and after half a sound, gasps sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and the trembling breathing sound carried an incredible panic, and a shocked look quietly appeared on the faces of these people.

"Mu Hao, we have no grievances with you, and we have never participated in the grievances between you and Miluo Palace!", gritting his teeth slightly, Shan Xin turned around with difficulty, and stared at Mu Hao, who was standing in the sunlight and was like an immortal. Suppressing the panic in his heart, Shan Xin pretended to be calm and said, "Even if Chu Ruolong and the others lead the crowd to hunt down and kill you, we will not join in and avenge the dead Senior Brother Ye and his fellow disciples!"

"I hope you can let us go, step into the mouth of the peak of the Immortal Tombs, let us leave this damn Immortal Tomb Peaks, and in return, we can hand over some of the heaven and earth spiritual materials and even treasures obtained in the Immortal Tombs Peaks to you!", Shan Xin stared at Mu Hao motionlessly, as if he wanted to see something on Mu Hao's evil handsome face, and the other disciples of the major forces also spoke out: "Yes, as long as I leave the Immortal Tomb Peaks safe and sound, we are willing to hand over some treasures and even magic skills!"

The short silence was instantly overwhelmed by the uproar, and the disciples of the major forces looked a little excited. "Let's talk about it when we get to the gathering!", slightly closing his eyes, Mu Hao could feel the gazes cast around him, with anticipation and begging in them, pursed his lips slightly, and said lightly: "Wait a minute, there are still six people!"

Shen Yue stood aside and yawned lazily, with a light smile on her delicate pretty face. Lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Mu Hao, the evil handsome face was smiling, and the calmness revealed inadvertently made people a little addicted.

The faces of Shan Xin and the others were uncertain, looking at the peaks and valleys of the immortal tombs close at hand, and their eyes were full of unwillingness. However, the emaciated blood-colored figure in front of them made them dare not take more than half a step, and the noise also dissipated, and everyone frowned slightly.

A short silence can always bring inexplicable oppression to people, and an extremely oppressive atmosphere permeates everyone's hearts, just after dozens of minutes. The six vigorous figures swept out of the treetops like a spirit monkey, swept over the steep mountains and rocks like a rainbow, and rushed towards Mu Hao and others.