The Ancient Era of Douluo Continent

Long Tiangong, who was on his way, naturally noticed the signal fireworks and rushed over at full speed without thinking.

"General Ma, you and I have no intention of participating in the fight. Why don't we just let it go and let Feng Jiazhi and Na Mo Yangquan fight on their own to win or lose." A family head reacted and said.

"Hahaha, is it possible that you don't dare to fight us?" the man known as General Ma sneered.

"What do you think? We have four or five yellow-level experts here, but what about your side..."

At this time, General Ma hesitated, because there were only two or three yellow-level experts on their side. If they really fought, they would probably suffer a lot.

Seeing this, the head of the family continued to encourage: "They went to the tomb of the Xuan-level powerhouse this time, and they may not have died in it accidentally. Why should we continue to work for them here? Why don't we stay aside? Watch the show quietly! What do you think of General Ma?"

"Okay! Then let's stay here and watch the two of them fight." After that, he took the initiative to lead the men and horses to the camp for hunting.

Seeing this, the family team over there also cautiously set up camp.

"Master Liu, wouldn't it be unkind for us to do this?" Several families gathered around and said to the person who had spoken earlier.

"Hehehe, we don't have a share in this treasure land anyway, why are we working so hard? Just a formality will be enough, wait for ten or twenty days, and then we will leave. If they haven't come out yet, it proves that they have already He was buried in the tomb." The head of the family said indifferently.

These family heads also seemed to realize something, so they stopped asking any more questions and stepped back to rest.

The two figures were chasing each other one after another, but the figure behind was obviously unable to catch up with the person in front, so they had to keep a distance.

"Damn it! These freeloaders actually let this old dog like Mo Yangquan come over!" Feng Jiazhi cursed secretly.

Then, he activated his body skills again and rushed forward quickly.

As long as he enters the Xuan-level tomb faster than Mo Yangquan, then the inheritance must be his, and no one can take it away!

When Mo Yangquan noticed that Feng Jiazhi was slowly distancing himself from him in front of him, his face darkened, his heart sank, and he said, "You think I have no means? I will fight you!"

Then, a golden talisman appeared on his hand.

"bass!"

"call out!"

His speed suddenly increased.

It is only a few feet away from Feng Jiazhi.

"Damn Feng Jiazhi, let me waste a valuable talisman, you deserve to die!!!"

Seeing Mo Yangquan so close to him, Feng Jiazhi was shocked and said, "Damn it, Mo Yangquan is still hiding this trump card. It seems I have to expose some of my tricks!" "

Just as Feng Jiazhi was thinking about using his cards, a beam of white light - a white stream of light - came quickly from the other direction, quickly surpassing Feng Jiazhi and setting in the dead forest. disappears below the end.

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"Ah! Hu who dares to rob me, Feng Jiazhi, on the way, I will make your whole family unable to reincarnate forever! Not allowed to enter reincarnation!! Life is worse than death!!!" Feng Jiazhi roared.

Then, he waved his hand, and a crimson elixir and two golden talismans were summoned.

I saw him swallow the elixir into his mouth and put the talisman on it. Feng Jiazhi's whole body swelled up, and a violent aura came out of his body.

"Boom!"

There was a loud sound, and he quickly rushed through the dead woods and came to a swamp with thick and sticky swamp gas.

At this time, there was a whirlpool spinning in the swamp not far away. This should be the entrance to the Xuan-level tomb.

Although Feng Jiazhi was in a violent state now, his mind was still quite clear. Without thinking much, he dived into the vortex and chased the white light just now...

At this time, Mo Yangquan was still in a state of extreme shock.

He looked ahead in shock, because Feng Jiazhi's explosion just now was so shocking, and he felt guilty.

I am definitely no match for Feng Jiazhi!

He was too hesitant.

Although he is very powerful and has several cards hidden in his chassis, Mo Yangquan has been the Lord of White Bird City for so many years and should have gained a lot of benefits. If they really want to fight, they will probably end up with both sides losing. , and even lost his life in it.

But now that he has offended Feng Jiazhi, he has no choice but to shoot. If Feng Jiazhi really becomes a Xuan-level powerhouse in the future, then his family will be in danger!

"Hmph! Never mind, I'm not the only one dealing with that Feng Jiazhi anyway." Mo Yangquan thought about the white light that flew out just now, and made up his mind to kill Feng Jiazhi!

Even if it's not for the inheritance of that Xuan-level powerhouse, you still have to think about the family behind you.

So, Mo Yangquan made up his mind and chased after him.

"Is this really the passage leading to the Xuan-level tomb?" Long Tiangong was the white light that appeared earlier. At this moment, he was flying downward towards the whirlpool passage on the swamp.

But after flying for a while, there was still no exit...

Finally, a magic circle barrier appeared not far in front of Long Tiangong, but the power of this magic circle barrier appeared and disappeared, floating erratically, and it seemed that it might collapse at any time.

Long Tian Gong didn't do anything useless, he spotted the moment when the power of the magic circle disappeared and slipped away.

It wasn't that he didn't dare to destroy the magic circle because it wasn't powerful enough, but because the magic circle was a barrier to the swamp gas and mud outside, so Long Tian Gong didn't want to destroy it.

After all, this formation is only at the level of a yellow-level formation, and has no pressure at all against the Xuan-level Longtian Technique.

After passing through the barrier, Long Tianggong came to a dark and damp passage. On the wall inside, there was an oil lamp at regular intervals, but it seemed that the fuel had burned out and it was no longer lit.

Long Tian Gong waved his hand, and a spiritual energy mixed with Xuan-level power flew rapidly in the passage. Soon, the oil lamp in the passage was relit by Long Tian Gong.

Long Tiangong smiled with satisfaction and strode forward.

After walking for a while, Long Tiangong noticed that something seemed to be following him behind her. She immediately turned around to look, but found nothing, only an empty passage with lights on.

"That's not right. With my current level of nerve sensitivity, it's impossible for me to sense something wrong?!" Long Tiangong said depressedly.

He still clearly felt that feeling, that thing was behind him.

Long Tian Gong turned his head and looked back again, but still found nothing.

Therefore, Long Tian Gong simply ignored this and drove the spiritual energy around him to move forward vigilantly.

After a while, Long Tiangong noticed that there seemed to be more and more things following behind him. His back felt chilly, and he also noticed that this passage had no end!

At this time, Long Tian Gong finally understood that he might have fallen into a certain maze or a certain formation.

The things following behind me are probably coming with bad intentions!

Sure enough, the tomb of a Xuan-level expert is not such an easy place to break into.

"What kind of monster dares to show off your tricks in front of my eyes? If you don't reveal yourself as soon as possible, I will make your souls fly to pieces!" Long Tian Gong shouted violently.

"Giggle, giggle... I didn't expect to catch a little guy with Xuan level cultivation!" A cold and strange female voice came from behind Long Tian Gong.

This voice sounded extremely miserable. Long Tiangong turned around decisively and wanted to punch back, but was knocked unsteady by a strong wind that hit his face.

"This aura...could it be a ghost cultivator?!"

At this moment, Long Tiangong was shocked!

He did not expect that he would encounter such a rare thing as a ghost cultivator. He had only heard of it in a scroll in the sect that recorded the cultivation methods of practitioners from all walks of life in the flower world a hundred years ago...