Chapter 737

Long Yang and others are trying to cultivate while waiting for the people in the God of war hall to throw themselves into the net.

"Here we are."

When the people of the war temple came down from 30000 miles of weak water, the ninth pole was discovered at the first time.

"How many people have come?"

Long Yang asked.

"Six."

"One martial Saint from level 4 to level 9."

Jiuji Dao.

"The Ninth level martial saints are here."

"It seems that the temple of the God of war is determined to win this time."

The faces of Mingji and Mingshi Laozu were dignified.

"Little guy, you and 'nine' deal with level Four wusheng."

"All palace masters, deal with level 5 martial saint."

"I deal with level 6 wusheng."

"Which of you three wants to deal with the Ninth level martial saint?"

Long Yang said, looking at Jiuji, Mingji and Mingshi asked.

"I've taken a lot of divine pills in recent months. My saint's cultivation will soon be restored to the Ninth level martial saint. My saint will deal with the Ninth level martial saint."

The ancestor of the dead.

"Give me the eighth level martial saint."

Mingji knew that this was not the time to be impulsive, so she didn't compete with the ancestor of Mingshi to deal with the Ninth level martial saint.

Both of them chose their opponents, and the remaining level 7 wusheng was naturally left to Jiuji.

"Remember, this is not the time to be impulsive. We must do as we rehearsed earlier. If the senior martial Saint finds out and catches on, don't try to be brave and lead them to Minglao them as soon as possible."

Long Yang seriously reminded the Dragon finch "Nine" and the ten masters of the Ming Palace.

"Yes."

They are also well aware of the stakes and dare not be careless at all.

"Well, they'll be here soon. Take your place."

Long Yang said, firing several array flags in his hands and sinking into the void and underground. The ancient ghost hall site was immediately shrouded by the rolling ghost Qi, with dark winds and ghost Qi.

Everyone shot at their own guard.

Six figures broke through the air and appeared in front of jiutoushi mountain.

All these people are as powerful as the abyss and the sea, and their bodies are vaguely flashing with the brilliance of the holy moon, which is inviolable by all evils.

"Jiang Shengzun, Wang Shenghuang, as long as you pass this nine headed lion mountain, you will be the specific location of the ancient Ming Temple."

The seven level martial Saint glanced at the nine headed lion mountain in front of him and spoke respectfully to the nine level martial saint and the eight level martial saint.

"Wei Chi Bo, how much do you know about the ancient Ming Temple?"

Jiang Baimu, the Ninth level martial saint, saw that the nine headed lion mountain in front of him was not simple and dangerous, not to mention the ancient Ming hall.

"In the whole Wanwu continent, except for the nether heaven, I dare say that no one knows the ancient nether hall better than me."

"It's not my boasting. I've been studying ancient arrays and prohibitions for tens of thousands of years. Even ancient arrays and prohibitions are curious. Even if the ancient hell hall hasn't been damaged, it can't help me, not to mention it's just an old hall with serious damage."

Wei Chi Bo stroked his beard with some pride.

"Nevertheless, we can't be careless."

"As the saying goes, hell is easy to see, and kids are difficult to deal with."

"Our God of war Temple sent five low-level martial saints to find the ghost Prajna flower. As a result, the dead died and the missing disappeared. Even if there were no powerful ghost corpses in the ancient ghost Temple site, there must be many powerful ghosts."

Level 9 wusheng Jiang Baimu road.

"What Jiang Shengzun said is very true."

Yuchi Bo and others spoke in unison.

Jiang Baimu, the Ninth level martial saint, said nothing more. One of them dodged into jiutoushi mountain, and others followed closely.

Soon, the figure of the six martial saints appeared in front of the ancient Ming Temple site.

"There was a trace and smell of fighting here not long ago, but the dark Qi was heavy. After almost half a year, it was difficult for the holy master to tell who left it."

Jiang Baimu, the Ninth level martial saint, stood there with his hands on his back, looking at the rolling dark Qi in front of him, and his face was a little dignified.

"This is the ancient nether hall. So many people died in those years. The longer the time, the stronger the nether Qi will naturally be. It has a great impact on the soul power of martial artists. Ordinary martial saints should be afraid."

"Jiang Shengzun can see the traces of fighting here half a year ago at once. We are ashamed of ourselves."

Yuchi Bodao.

"Well, there's no need to compliment the holy master. Let's go into the ruins of the main hall of the ancient nether temple. You lead the way ahead."

Jiang Baimu, the Ninth level martial saint, glanced at Yuchi Bo and said.

"Yes."

Wei Chi Bo immediately led the way ahead.

Wang Liang, the eighth level martial saint, kept an unfathomable look. At this time, after listening to Wei Chi Bo's words, he couldn't help glancing at him, but his eyes were also unpredictable.

The other three intermediate martial saints looked at Wei Chi Bo, envious and jealous.

Roar!

Yuchi Bo's front foot just stepped into the rolling dark Qi, and his back leg didn't have time to reach in. A fierce roar came from the depths of the dark Qi, followed by the sound of thousands of troops fighting.

"Yin soldiers and Yin horses."

When the dark Qi rolled, thousands of Yin soldiers and horses rushed out and killed the six martial saints.

"Lei Yan's anger."

The level-6 martial saint, who had been standing respectfully behind Jiang Baimu with a double mace on his back, took the first step and shouted. As soon as his holy power appeared, it affected the laws of heaven and earth, countless Thunder Dragon like burning lights suddenly fell in the air, extinguished all Yin soldiers and Yin horses, and then stood respectfully back behind Jiang Baimu.

"It is worthy of being called the Dragon mace of the first generation in the Tianlong holy land with the strongest dragon martial arts. The application of the law of thunder attribute has reached the point of perfection."

Yuchi Bopi laughed at the meat but not the tunnel.

"Yuchi Shenghuang made fun of him."

Level 6 wusheng dragon mace lowered its posture.

What else did Wei Chi Sheng want to say? When he felt Jiang Baimu's eyes, he couldn't help but report to his heart. He quickly swallowed what he had said and led the way in front of him.

"Well, what's the smell?"

When the six martial saints carefully walked in the dark air for a long time and were about to approach the ruins of the main hall of the ancient Ming hall, a gust of Yin wind only came, accompanied by a faint sweet and refreshing smell.

"On the left side of the main hall, there is a brilliant flash."

The Ninth level martial Saint Jiang Baimu looked along the smell and vaguely saw that a strange color was transmitted from the valley in the distance.

"Eh, the splendor seems to perceive our existence and hide."

Level 8 Martial Saint Wang Liang just saw the splendor and disappeared.

"Could it be the ghost Prajna flower?"

Wei Chi Bo suppressed his inner excitement and looked at Jiang Baimu road.

The spirit of heaven and earth like the ghost Prajna flower has no less wisdom than human beings. In particular, it has a keen sense of danger. Once it is aware of the approaching danger, it will escape or hide.

"Wei chibo, lead the way."

Wang Liang, the eighth level martial saint, could no longer maintain his unfathomable appearance as an expert, urging Wei Chi.

He would have rushed out if he hadn't worried about ancient prohibitions and Jiang Baimu.

"Such a spirit of heaven and earth will escape at any time. If we go in the same direction, we are afraid that it will escape. We must go separately."

"I have carefully observed that the array and prohibition of the ancient ghost Temple site are seriously damaged. Even if there is any danger, we can easily solve it with our cultivation. There is no need to be tied up at all."

Yuchi Bo deliberately spoke the two very loudly.

"Just as Wei chibo said, let's go separately."

Jiang Baimu, the Ninth level martial saint, looked at Wei Chi Bo with distrust. His eyes were cold and said.

Others no longer dare to stay and choose a direction.

"Ghost Prajna flower."

When the six martial saints separated, they all saw a brilliant flash in front of them. They were all complacent and thought they had taken shit luck.

"Ha ha, no matter how old and treacherous you are, you will still be fooled by the Dragon genius."

In the dark, the leaders of the ten Ming palaces and others clearly saw the every move of the six martial saints.

Each of these people has lived for at least tens of thousands of years. In such ancient sites, there is the temptation of ghost Prajna flower, which will not be easily separated, lest the ghost Prajna flower fall into the hands of others.

Long Yang had already recognized this point. He used his magic skills to turn out the smell of the ghost Prajna flower and its brilliance, which suddenly disrupted the plan of the six martial saints.

Sometimes, experience is easier to be used by others.

Because they believe too much in their own experience, they are easily led by others and are complacent.

Only the six martial saints walk separately, and Long Yang can kill each other.

Seeing the ghost Prajna flower appearing in front of him, the level-4 martial Saint immediately abandoned all the risk factors and rushed over as quickly as possible. He didn't want to bump into the gate of hell.

Boom!

Without warning, he was trapped in a cage of heaven and earth.

"This is an ancient array and prohibition. Why am I so unlucky."

The level-4 martial Saint thought he had accidentally stepped on the ancient array and prohibition left in the ancient nether hall, and complained endlessly.

"I think you're unlucky, too."

Suddenly, two strange lights flashed in the array, showing a young man and a divine bird.

"Long Yang!"

The fourth level martial saint was surprised when he saw the young man.

It can be said that no one in the temple of the God of war doesn't know long Yang. Even if he hasn't seen a real person, he has also seen a virtual shadow.

"This genius is called 'nine', and Long Yang is my God."

"Nine" shook his head.

"Don't talk nonsense to him. Kill him so as not to create complications."

The Dragon finch warned.

"Ha ha, you two martial masters dare to kill me."

While the level-4 martial saint was talking, his thought moved, and his terrible soul turned into a tangible sword to kill one person and one bird.

Boom!

Who knows, before the soul Dao mang killed one person and one bird, he was bounced back by a powerful force and almost hurt himself.

"Fuck him."

One person and one bird spoke in the same voice and played the formula of the Taoist array. The dark and mysterious wind blew out, the sky thunder and purple Yan roared down, and the earth fire sands emerged.

"Ah!"

The level-4 martial saint was about to break through the air in a panic, but he was badly hit back, spitting blood, and it was really difficult to fly.

"Taste the taste of a thousand arrows through the heart."

The Dragon sparrow and the "Nine" fell into the well desperately, shot wildly at the saint's arrow, and shot the fourth level martial Saint into a hedgehog.