Sword Master Ling Tian

This turned out to be the lizard demon king who could transform into form, and it seemed that he was wise!

It knew that it was not Ling Tian's opponent, so it didn't protect Sha Luo Hua anymore, and chose to escape directly.

"Humph!"

Xiaoying snorted and was about to chase, but the next moment, a black shadow suddenly rushed out of the desert.

The black shadow was a black ball with thousands of pitch-black vines. Those vines were like sharp shots that would catch up with the figure like electricity. The next moment, a scream came.

The figure wielded thousands of tentacles, handed over into a net, and directly dragged the lizard down from mid-air, killing thousands of tentacles through the heart.

Seeing Xiao Hei transform into a human form, although his appearance is still inhuman and ghostly, the vines on his body are still creeping, and it looks a bit horrible.

But Ling Tian still appreciated Xiao Hei's consciousness.

After receiving the cyclone that Xiao Hei handed over, Ling Tian smiled and said: "How is it, what did you find?"

"The ruins, no more, above, under the desert."

Xiao Hei said intermittently, "It's the tomb."

"tomb?"

Ling Tian raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that after walking for so long, Lao Hou finally got his guess right.

Prison Yanyan said earlier that this place was full of silence, which resembled the atmosphere of an ancient tomb, but along the way, Ling Tian saw only the relics of the sect, and he didn't feel like a tomb.

But now, after Xiao Hei's confirmation, Ling Tian also had to be surprised.

Could this space be bigger than Yunzhou, could it really be the cemetery of a certain mighty person?

And all the sects, warriors, and even monsters here were sacrificed for this mighty one?

"Oh, Ling Tian, ​​you don't care about the tombs or tombs. Since Xiao Hei has found it all, we will rush over. The wind and sand here are too much, so annoying."

At this moment, Tao Yaoyao got out of Taoyuan, took a look at Xiao Ying next to Ling Tian, ​​and said.

"Well, Xiao Hei, you lead the way, we enter from outside the tomb."

Xiao Hei snorted directly into the desert, while Ling Tian and others also followed closely behind, and quickly disappeared in the sand.

On the edge of the mainland's core, a filthy marshland was filled with blood, and the corpses of many imperial clan warriors fell to the ground, lifeless.

Most of those corpses were mutilated and scattered in a sparse manner, with very brutal methods. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people very uncomfortable.

In the center of this marshland, there is a very strange grass, surrounded by blood. If you look closely, you will find that the blood is like a dragon, shrouded in the grass, very surprised.

Dracaena!

This is Dracaena, it is a rare treasure of heaven and earth. Once in the outside world, it will attract the strong from all sides to compete. It can be met but not sought.

But at the moment, there are more than a dozen warriors from various teams, looking at the dracaena, but they are motionless. On the contrary, the look was horrified, shivering, and the hand holding the weapon was trembling.

Just because there was a person standing beside the dracaena.

The man was dark red, with a half **** red visor on his face, expressionless, cold eyes, falling on the dracaena, there was no fluctuation at all.

He held a sword in his right hand, the blade was cold, and there was blood on the tip of the sword, dripping drop by drop.

This person is Yunzhou Hou Shizi, Yun Yang!

Before entering the royal hunt, Yun Yang had already reached the top 20 in the battle list, ranked 19th, and ranked in the top three in the Kunwu Academy, behind Lin Feifan and Lin Zhuoran, but was in Before Ling Tian in 20th place.

No one knows what kind of means Yun Yang used to break into the top 20 of the battle list, but his strength is beyond doubt.

And now in this swamp on the edge of the desert, some new people finally understand the tyrannical and **** nature of this son.

In this filthy swamp, there are several groups of royal clan warriors who are fighting for this dracaena.

But it was completely unexpected that Yun Yang suddenly rushed in during the chaotic battle. Kill at the sight of people, regardless of team.

Killing one person with a single sword, in the blink of an eye, dozens of people died under his sword, without a whole body!

The rest of the people were frightened on the spot and didn't dare to move anymore, so they could only look at this person shiveringly.

"Early son of Yunyang, we dare not fight with you with this dracaena, can you let us live?"

"Yun Yang, you, as the first son of a prince, the enchanting Tianjiao, do you not have the same knowledge as us?"

"We really don't know that this dracaena was taken by Young Master Yun."

"Spare us!"

Under this stalemate, it was too torturous, and the remaining warriors of the team finally couldn't stand it and asked for mercy.

Yun Yang suddenly grinned, and Gu Jing Bubo's eyes suddenly flashed cold, and sneered: "Don't say I won't give you a way to survive, give you three breathing times, and you can survive if you can escape my sight."

"run!"

After hearing this, the rest of the people didn't dare to wait any longer and turned around and ran away.

Yun Yang looked at this group of warriors running wild, with a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, which was rather strange.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

However, in the next moment, a bell rang from Yun Yang's body. The bell was quite strange, and it spread in an instant.

When the three breaths were over, the smile on his face suddenly solidified, and his expression became extremely cold. The sword power all over his body was shining with thick blood, and the ice-cold sword intent, piercing the bones and devouring the heart. He was actually like a sea of ​​killing intent, perfectly integrated into the sword, and it was terrifying.

boom!

The ringing sound was like a tide rolling out, and in the blink of an eye, it engulfed everyone who had run for a kilometer.

"What's the matter, I can't move..."

"Damn it, what the **** is going on, my legs don't listen."

"Damn it, Yun Yang, you turned your back!!"

Those warriors are fixed in their bodies, confined in place, and a cloud of blood mist is shrouded in their body, as if they are suppressed in place. The moment these warriors were enveloped, the blood evil attacked like a poisonous snake on the souls of the people, and a group of people suddenly fell into the abyss, cold all over, sinking into it, and their vision was hazy.

If Ling Tian was there, he would be surprised at a blood-colored bell floating above Yun Yang's head.

This turned out to be a treasure that one party also possesses the role of imprisonment.

And it looks like a Tier 4 Lingbao!

Sure enough, this Yun Yang was prepared for a long time, and being able to reach the top 20 in the battle list so quickly should not only benefit from his combat power, but also this powerful spirit treasure!

A terrifying chill suddenly raged on Yun Yang, and countless **** sword lights were like blood falling on the river water, ruthlessly strangling those who were trapped in it.

Puff! Puff!

Suddenly screamed and wailed. This marshland is like purgatory on earth, with broken limbs and corpses, which is shocking.

When Yun Yang received his sword and returned to its sheath, no one stood, and a drop of blood was covered in all directions, and the blood mist rose up, making Yun Yang look like Shura in a sea of ​​blood, terrifying!