Way of Heaven - 75. Chapter 75 Melee (recommendation ticket)

Whoosh whoosh!

The sound of breaking through the air echoed in this endless darkness, breaking the peace of the ancient ruins for hundreds of millions of years.

Those warriors had fierce eyes, full of desire and greed, and tried their best to urge the true essence in the body or drive the flying spirit weapon to the floating islands in front of them.

And headed by the six sacred grounds are controlling their respective treasures, throwing away the major forces and casual cultivators behind them.

Boom boom boom!

Lin Jiang, Tu Yan and others stood on top of the spirit weapon, their gazes were like electricity, and their bodies released abundance of righteous energy, bloody evil energy, evil demon energy, and monstrous monster energy.

Although they are far away, the powerful true essence still turns into martial arts to attack other holy places. They want to stop the opponent's speed and buy time for themselves. For a while, this area is like a dance of demons.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Lin Jiang and others rushed into the range of the floating islands. Numerous large and small islands moved slowly, and the dilapidated and devastated Immortal Palace Temple was clearly visible.

There are more vigorous vines and sacred trees growing on it, covering the ruins of the ancient period, and the aura of the palace that remains in a corner of the palace, the horror atmosphere still survives for hundreds of thousands of years.

Lin Jiang and the others ignored these floating islands, which had no big chance at first sight, and steadily rushed towards the nine islands in the center.

Along the way, many holy land disciples who were brought to experience took the initiative to fly out of the spirit weapon, disappearing among the islands, looking for the inheritance of treasures left over from the ancient times.

On the inscription spirit boat of Zhenwu Holy Land, a series of high-level inscription formations light up, protecting the entire spirit boat from being broken by the attacks of the other five profound pill realm experts.

Gu Xin, an expert in the Profound Pill Realm of Zhenwu Holy Land with his hands on his back, stood proudly on the bow of the ship. The horrible mood of the sword all over his body turned into a golden divine sword to kill and kill the other five people, but his eyes were on the spirit boat. A young man sitting cross-legged inside.

The young man was about twenty-four or five years old. He was very energetic and felt like a sharp sword was out of its sheath. He had a three-foot long sword on his knees.

With his indifferent eyes, Gu Bo watched the raging terrorist attacks outside the Lingzhou without any surprise, as if the attack that could severely hurt Yuantai Sixth and Seventh Martial Artists was just illusory.

No one within three feet of the man dared to approach him, and the rest of the Zhenwu Holy Land disciples on the inscription spirit boat looked at him with both fear and admiration.

Gu Xin smiled and said gently to the young man: "One sword, this ancient relic is vast and boundless, and there are many floating islands with ancient treasures and inheritance. As the chief brother of the holy land, it is better to lead the disciples. Go and get some experience?"

Chen Yijian's indifferent eyes finally changed when he heard Gu Xin's negotiating tone.

He looked at the dilapidated island that was slowly moving outside, as well as the few arrogances who walked out of the other five holy places, and a war spirit emerged from him, "Okay."

Chen Yijian's figure moved, and the eyes of the disciples around him flickered. He had already appeared outside the spirit boat, and those disciples had not seen his movements clearly.

Gu Xin raised his brows when he saw the disciples who were standing still, and said in a stern tone: "Why are you staying where you are, why don't you keep up with your big brother!"

"Yes!" Hearing Gu Xin's words, the disciples hurriedly used their physical skills to keep up with the infantry of the big brother Chen Yijian, and went to the floating island to see if they could obtain some weapons, heritage and elixir left over from the ancient times.

Gu Xin looked at the other disciples, shook his head, and sighed: "When will these disciples be like Yijian, let me rest assured."

An old man on the side laughed and said: "Elder Gu, Yijian is the most outstanding tianjiao of my Zhenwu Holy Land for thousands of years. How can other disciples compare with him."

"Yes, Yijian reached the Yuantai Triple Stage at a young age, and his combat power was even comparable to that of the Yuantai Stage Seven Martial Artists. Among the younger generation of the entire continent, those five were on par with Yijian. "…

Gu Xin listened to the words of the elders and sighed in his heart. This Chen Yijian is not only the son of the head teacher, but his talent is so high that his peers are envied and jealous. If not surprisingly, the next head teacher must be him.

Shaking his head and cutting off the distracting thoughts, Gu Xin said solemnly to everyone: "Well, the top priority is to rush to the island that attracts rectangular slabs to get the ancient heritage and bring it back to the holy land. The elders help me! "

"Okay!" the elders of Zhenwu Holy Land responded, and the true essence in the body continuously poured into the inscribed spirit boat under their feet.

Suddenly, the Lingzhou shuddered, and then violently accelerated, and swept towards the nine islands in the center at a speed a few minutes faster.

When the other five people saw this, they also called the Holy Land elders to cast their true essence together, and followed them.

…

Countless warriors rushed to the floating islands, and those with strong cultivation base glanced at those floating islands with a small area and few palaces. The figure continued to fly forward without any pause. What they wanted was the more precious treasures and inheritance behind;

And those warriors who can reach the Divine Sea Realm and are qualified to enter the ancient relics know that they are not capable of competing with the real strong for powerful opportunities, so they rushed into it after passing an island that seemed to have some chance. Get some treasures yourself.

Except for the small islands that don't even have a palace, thousands of warriors flooded into hundreds of floating islands that might hide their chances.

People continue to find traces of artistic conception left over from the ancient times in the ruins of Tianlingvines, as well as some fragments of spiritual artifacts with broken spirituality and no aura.

Some people even found the corpse of a mutilated ancient creature in the depths of a half-collapsed mountain-like island. Only a foot bone, a hand bone and half of the body were left, and its head did not know where it was buried.

After hundreds of millions of years, the corpse still exudes an aura that can destroy ordinary Divine Sea Realm martial artists, and even the bones of the ancient creatures shone with scarlet golden light.

"The corpses of the creatures from the ancient times, the hand bones and foot bones are as hard as the fifth-order spiritual tools!" A place where a rock collapsed on that mountain-shaped island, a Yuantai warrior resisted the breath left by the corpse. , Dug it out of the ruins, his eyes are full of unbelievable.

A black light passed by the side of the island, it seemed to have discovered the aura from the corpse of this ancient creature, and flew back again.

A man with a sickly pale complexion and his devilish energy constantly changing into the shape of a fierce ghost stared at the corpse, then condescendingly looked at the warrior who had obtained the corpse, and said with a grinning smile.

"Hand over the corpse of this ancient creature, and my son will spare your life."

Hearing the words of the sick man, the warrior's eyes burned with anger, "Your cultivation is no more than Yuantai dual stage like me, what right do you have to spare my life?"

The sick man smiled, a cruel look flashed in his eyes, and said: "My son kindly spared you, but you didn't let go of the corpse in your hands and rolled away. Okay, okay, then you will save your life!"

As soon as the voice fell, the sick man's devilish energy was violently tossing, turning into a black python, swallowing snake letters, and rushing towards the warrior.

The warrior was shocked, the breath of death enveloped his heart, and he hurriedly used his martial skills to kill the black flood, but it didn't have any effect.

A scream sounded, and a large amount of blood flowed from the black python's ferocious mouth. It was obvious that the latter was swallowed by one of the mouths. As for the corpse of the ancient creature, it had already fallen into the hands of the sick man.

The two have the same cultivation level, but their strengths are very different!

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The examples of the sick man and the warrior are constantly being staged throughout the ancient relics. Countless warriors are frantically exploring floating islands, looking for opportunities left by the ancient times.

Once the treasures left over from the ancient times are obtained, every warrior is ecstatic, but the next moment he will be bombarded by the martial arts of the warriors seen around him, wanting to compete for the treasure.

Every island is caught in a frantic melee!

ps: Seeking a recommendation ticket at the end of the chapter.