"The second tomb has been opened."

Someone was shocked again, which made the atmosphere in the field even more tense. Everyone looked at the Second Tomb: "What is it, dark, like fog and lightning, evil."

A grimace floated out, and the two balls of eyes were like burning light fires that were unstable. The huge mouth changed and the breaking and reuniting. The speed was not fast, as if it was gathered by smoke, soft and floating without any threat.

"Muscism is poisonous!"

A man subconsciously reached out and patted it, shaking it apart, and a trace of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth. The next moment, strands of blood gushed out of his body uncontrollably, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a pool of mud.

This kind of change is extremely terrifying, making people feel tired: "It's a corpse obstacle for thousands of years!"

The gas emitted from the rotten body of a powerful person becomes a poisonous barrier after gathering. After going through eternity, it is even more evil and corpse barrier that is a thousand years old.

"Get back."

Xia Jiuyou didn't care about being angry with the Hell God of War, so he pulled Xia Ru'er and hid behind.

"roll."

Xiao Nan roared softly.

The soul of Emperor Wu stood proudly behind him, and he sprinkled thousands of mysterious energy to wipe out the ghost barrier energy that was hit, and protected the daughters of Concubine Luo in time.

This kind of obstacle energy causes the listener to hallucinate and falls into a state of madness, but he never expected that the person who directly poisoned the touch would turn into blood. This person's cultivation level is also at the Martial King realm.

After the poison barrier passes, the earth has turned into a black world of nirvana. Not only has it been unable to absorb vital energy, but it has continued to swallow people's vital energy.

"The realm of King Wu is simply the lowest-level existence in this kind of tomb. Only the realm of the Emperor is qualified to explore."

Many people are very bitter.

"They didn't even have the realm of King Wu. They had thought of entering it and fighting for the heavenly fate. It seemed that they were really blinded by the interests."

But there are also those who face difficulties, such as Hell Death and Dionysus. One of them stretched out his sleeves, and the eighteen divine gates behind him were like living creatures swallowing miasma.

"Only you wastes will be frightened by the Wannian corpse barrier."

The disdainful sarcasm of the god of death in hell resounded throughout the heaven and earth. The deity was united in the eighteen divine gates, just like the shadow cast by a Taoist mirror falling into the tomb.

People are so humiliated, but people are also powerless: "Hell God of Death traverses the Western Void Realm, a veritable giant. Even the Qiling, a fierce place that blocks the powerful Martial King Realm, is like walking on flat ground,"                                                                                                                                                                                                                             �

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"Why don't you drink the good times and beautiful scenery? Why don't you drink wine today? Don't let the years go empty as water."

"It's so drunk."

Listening to his messy roar, many people shook their heads repeatedly, but when they thought of him rushing to the corpse barrier, their hearts were heavy.

The God of Baccarat and the God of Hell both rushed through the ghost barrier and stepped into the second tomb. The sound of the sound was slight: "Xia Jiuyou, there is a kind of person entering the tomb. Don't let us look down on it. A waste who has lived for 30,000 years is still a half-emperor."

Xia Jiuyou is also a strong man of his generation, but he is indeed not enough to see him in front of them. He seems to be powerless to bear this humiliation.

People vaguely remembered their festivals. They once fought for the times. The times belonged to Xia Jiuyou, but the mountains and rivers were fighting, but now Xia Jiuyou is the weakest.

Seeing Xia Jiuyou's face as gloomy as it was about to seep out of water, everyone was a little confused: "Why didn't they choose to enter the first tomb, nor did they wait for the third tomb and the fourth tomb, or even the tombs behind, but only chose the second tomb?"

"Legendary: The seven ancient tombs correspond to the most powerful martial arts formation on the top of the Nine Heavens, with the unpredictable power of gods and ghosts, and the second tomb is the so-called Eyes."

Xia Jiuyou said softly.

But his tone was a little lonely. He had lived for 30,000 years and had his second life. Now his life is over. He is here to compete with these younger generations younger than him.

Especially the god of death and the god of wine, they are both his younger generations, but their charm and posture are no less than him, and they even suppress him to the death.

The next wave of the Yangtze River pushes the previous wave.

The humiliation turned into bitterness, and it was not enough to not accept old age. However, when the eyes touched the Qiling, hope arises: "Maybe the power in this tomb can help him cut out of the third life."

"Grandpa, don't go, it's dangerous inside."

Xia Ru'er subconsciously grabbed him, her expression sarcastic.

As the reincarnation of the Supreme God Dojo Fruit, her every move has the charm of gods that attracts everyone, like a treasure wheel of destiny with a vague flashing in her eyebrows and engraved with fierce words.

"I have no choice in my life."

Xia Jiuyou is like a sunset on the hills of the west. He knows his destiny and is about to burn into ashes. "This is the life of a warrior. Maybe it was once extremely brilliant, but it is still vicissitudes at the end of his life."

Many people sighed: "We must fight for that glimmer of hope."

Xia Jiuyou loosened his crutches, and the few strands of beards on his head danced in the wind. He stretched out his palms and only had nine fingers.

Straws of mysterious ancient magic patterns sublimated, coiled around the toes to wipe away wrinkles, and they were stepping towards the second tomb and rejuvenated with great vitality. The qi and blood waves were like dragons and elephants, breathing shaking the world.

This was not a third life, but a more tragic ultimate attempt, turning all the blood essence and accumulation into a rebirth.

Many people saw that the old skin sprinkled from his body not only contained a decayed light, but also a medicinal flower that was exhausted from the spiritual medicine.

Xia Jiuyou has accumulated a lot in recent years, but it has burned all of them today, just to kill the third generation from the Seven Tombs.

At this moment, there was both empathy and admiration for him so resolutely: "A warrior like them, if you can't see the eternal life, you will grow old. Can you try to have a glimmer of life like Xia Jiuyou?"

“I can never do this in the future.”

Xiao Nan also had a great feeling. He silently tightened his fingers, as if he had mastered the wheel of fate. No matter what fate I engraved on the wheel of destiny, I had the final say in my life.

He could not tolerate his miserable ending, nor could he accept that his confidante and old friends were killed by time.

"Reverseing the laws of heaven and earth is the way he wants to practice in this life."

It is far from enough to defeat the Nine Heavens Gods and Demons, and not many people as determined as him. There are many people in the field who paid the Lingwu Empire to enter the Seven Tombs to retreat.

A pretty young lord of the holy land kept his face open, fighting against the desire for immortality and the fear of death. At this moment, the shocking sword sound roared to the third tomb in the center of the seven ancient tombs.

"who!"

A purple dragon tore apart the third tomb, and it actually pried out countless cracks into the unparalleled hard tomb gate. With the crackling sound, the violent Milky Way rushed out, destroying all tangible objects.

Retreat! Many people were frightened. The heartstrings that had been tense since the opening of the First Tomb finally broke and could not withstand this feeling of pressure. Just like the retreat of an arrow from the string, Xia Jiuyou was also hit and his muscles were sore.

He shook his face, his face frightened and angry, and he barely stood firm on the ground, like a light linen with a stabilizing needle.

The Milky Way water was torn into two pieces by his body, but the remaining momentum continued to decline, but instead gathered into a more violent vortex, turning the rivers and seas, and actually occupying the sky of the Lingwu Empire, like an ancient painting that was about to be closed.

In this scroll, people were surprised to see that the whirlpool of the Milky Way was constantly diverting, forming more whirlpools, and a giant sword made of the Milky Way water was raised with a huge arch that was as shaped as the sky.

The Great Sword of the Heaven! People in the world tremble: "There are supreme laws in the world that can harness the power of heaven and earth. How big is the magic, how powerful is the magic power, how powerful is the magic of such a magic sword?"

Xia Jiuyou finally couldn't control his body and groaned in a frustration, retreating like lightning, shattering large pieces of gravel, and his body was as delicate as a refining, but his clothes were broken, revealing his naked body covered with sword marks.

He looked at the rising giant sword in horror: "He is only half-emperor's cultivation, but his realm has reached the Dacheng Martial Emperor. After the accumulation of 30,000 years of burning, he was actually unable to defeat this sword power."

"I'm so angry."

A touch of humiliation was deeply engraved on Xia Jiuyou's face that was transformed into a young age, like a sword that made him faint faint. His generation of imperial powerhouses were once the best in Tianyue and surpassed warriors of the same realm, but today they were repeatedly slapped in the face.

First, he mistakenly recognized Xiao Nan as an ordinary person and ordered him to kneel down as his teacher. He was ruthlessly showing off his powerful strength by the God of Baccarat and the God of Hell. He finally made up his mind to enter the seven ancient tombs and was killed by the sudden descending divine sword.

Xia Ru'er also looked shocked. She was on the body of the Divine Dao Fruit and had no response to the power of heaven and earth.

At this moment, I was secretly shocked. The sword was terrible, but there were even more terrifying things hidden behind the sword.

"According to the order of the Sword God, in charge of Zixu, all living creatures in Zixu should be respected from today."

The giant sword was still rising, but someone stepped out of the sword shape, with silver clothes as frost, three-foot green peaks hanging on the waist, and 1.9 meters tall. He turned out to be a young martial king who was flawless and flawless in his sword body.

He looks like he is only in his twenties, so Xiao Nan doesn’t have to be much bigger, and he is full of sword energy.

Standing here is like a magic sword incarnation, looking down on the world. The giant sword also communicated with him, gradually condensed, gathering countless three-foot silver swords, pointing to all living beings, and promoting the meaning of Dharma on his behalf.
Chapter completed!