This is like a ruin poured by countless remnants of the broken wall towering like a mountain, standing on the desolate and vast earth, between heaven and earth is filled with heavy sadness and fierce murder, in the ancient burial dragon bureau, all things can be buried.

"Zhongji Zhao is not injured. ”

Lu Xia erected a stone monument in front of the earthen pit, and then slowly pushed out the dust, burying a dry skeleton covered with cracks, and a trace of sadness swayed in the wind, and in the mist, there seemed to be a touch of bitterness.

"Pushing the Qianqiu battle is incomparable, only I Zhao is not injured!" Lu Xia's eyes were even more melancholy, and he walked forward in a whisper, even Zhao Wuxian, who is incomparable in combat power, and the kings among the saints have fallen here, who else will there be? Many of those strong people who disappeared in history actually fell in such a desolate place, what kind of place is this?

These strong men are all strong and powerful, with strong combat power, but they fell here, and even the bones were exposed between heaven and earth, after countless years of brilliance and wind, this is the humiliation of the strong, but also the sorrow of the strong.

In this eternal burial of the dragon, they could not even return the bones to heaven and earth, and every person who wrote their name in blood seemed to have scribbled it on their deathbed, did they know that this would happen? Are they afraid that when the dust buries the corpse, no one can know who they are?

"You can still fight, and swear to stain the sky with holy blood!"

This is the blood-colored handwriting that Lu Xia has seen the most, all with deep obsession and incomparable fighting intent, why are these people fighting? They do not regret even after a hundred deaths, and dare to dye the fairy sky with their blood, which makes Lu Xia deeply admire, such a united righteousness, such a fighting spirit that will not retreat, makes his expression more solemn and stunned.

He believed that there were more corpses and bones around him, but he couldn't see them, and he couldn't bury them one by one, the way of heaven was lacking, and Lu Xia couldn't be perfect, so he could only try his best to do what he saw and do what he wanted in his heart, and that was enough.

Along the way, Lu Xia's heart had infinite emotion, so many strong people have fallen, is this Ten Thousand Ancient Burial Dragon Bureau really to kill immortals? Doesn't it say that there are no immortals in the world?

After walking for hundreds of zhang, suddenly, the sound of a tidal surge came, and blood-colored light surged out endlessly from the whirlpool in the void, sweeping in all directions, as if with an evil power, wanting to crush a qiē vitality.

"This ...... This is the burial dragon tide!"

Lu Xia's calm expression changed suddenly, and there was a sense of horror in his eyes that climbed up, and almost as soon as the sound of the tide surging, his figure turned into an afterimage like lightning, and rushed towards the top of the ruins poured by the broken wall of the wreckage.

On the top of the ruins, there is a dilapidated but unbroken palace standing, in the desolate and ruined space, like a fairy hall, covered by mist.

And the burial dragon tide is the great dragon imprisoned by the ancient burial dragon bureau, with its powerful killing machine in a certain period of time forcibly forced out of the destruction tide, that is the killing machine of the dragon vein, but also the killing machine of the ancient burial dragon bureau, its tide swept between heaven and earth, can kill a qiē has a living thing, this is the reason why this place is desolate and dead for millions of miles, and the reason why the vitality is extinct.

At this time, between the vast heaven and earth, it seemed that only Lu Xia was left alive, and when the sound of the tide sounded, a terrifying killing machine completely locked him.

Lu Xia's soul trembled, this killing machine can crush the heavens and the earth, how can he bear it lightly with his cultivation, so he spurted out a mouthful of blood at the moment he swept out, and the killing machine lasted for a long time, and the blood light was pervasive, like a tide surging.

And if Lu Xia wanted to escape in such a shocking murderous opportunity, he could only enter the dilapidated palace at the top of the ruins, because when the tide was surging, he found that the palace was immovable, and the terrifying power locked all directions, the blood light retreated, and the tide dissipated.

"Although I don't know who is at the mercy of my fate, but at this time, I carry your will, and no one can kill me!" Lu Xia, who was galloping, spoke softly, and at the moment when he said that sentence, the wind and clouds surged between heaven and earth, the galaxy trembled, and an earth-shattering thunder pierced the sky and rumbled.

This thunder reverberate, like the wrath of the sky, shaking the four directions, and the blood light in the burial dragon tide was even worse, like a round of blood sun rising, illuminating the four sides of the heaven and earth, Lu Xia was still fifty zhang away from the top of the ruins.

The blood was like a tide, like a river of blood passing through the sky, surging over, with a killing intent that crushed a qiē, exuding a terrifying murderous aura, and rolled towards Lu Xia.

Forty zhang ...... Thirty zhang ...... Twenty zhang ......

Lu Xia's face was solemn, his body was like electricity, and he turned into countless afterimages, and swept towards the top of the ruins at a shocking speed, but the blood-colored tide was close.

At the same time, countless black shadows appeared in the blood-colored tide in all directions, like the howl of ten thousand ghosts reverberating in the space, the fierce aura was earth-shattering, those black shadows were several feet high, but the long hair was hiding the true face, and only the cold and empty eyes could be seen flashing with the ghost qi of the forest, as if they were about to devour a qiē.

"It's still ten zhang ......" Lu Xia's face changed miserably, his cold hair stood on end, his back was cold, the terrifying killing machine was just around the corner, and his body seemed to bear the pain of ten thousand swords being cut.

But there was a look of calm and madness in his eyes, and then he gritted his teeth and stretched out his hands.

"There is nothing in the original, where is the dust, the hand is now, the hand is the future, the hand can give birth to all things, and the hand is nothing!"

Lu Xia's left hand turned up to the sky, the palm of his right hand was downward, the palm was opposite, and in an instant, an indescribable power suddenly appeared, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, the wind and clouds swept away, and in his opposite palm, chaos surged, slowly rotating, exuding the energy that could collapse the heavens and the earth.

Then he slowly spun his hands and pushed them out!

Shocking!

Nothingness and reality alternate with each other, the present and the future are entangled with each other, the holy light is ten thousand ways, the majestic energy fluctuations push thousands of miles, the force suppresses the turbulence and the void, the indescribable power rolls the sky, there is a rumbling explosion, the whole space is trembling, in the violent roar, the surging blood-colored tide suddenly struck, and then crushed with more ferocious power and speed, and the void is crumbling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was also this meal that bought enough time for Lu Xia, although it was only for a moment, but with Lu Xia's speed, it was enough to leap into the dilapidated palace.

Heaven and earth roared, the dilapidated palace locked the sky, the blood-colored tide rolled the void, but it was impossible to move forward, in the dilapidated palace, Lu Xia did not notice that on the bronze door that was slammed open by him, a blood-colored "emperor" word was imprinted on it, like blood dyed, exuding the breath of surrender of the heavens, like a wisp of qi can collapse millions of miles of galaxy, terrifying.