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"I was defeated. The saint of Weiyang palace in the fairyland, the holy hand, turned out to be Yan Shuya, and lost to a confidant of matchless sons!" Someone gazed at Yan Shuya, who was half kneeling on the ground, and then looked at Su Yu, who was walking into the sad sword array. His face was full of admiration.

No matter Su Yu or Yin Shuya, both of them have the posture of being a country and a city. However, many fairyland Tianjiao is still optimistic about the virgin of Weiyang palace. After all, Weiyang palace in the fairyland is a big force of first class. Its unique Tianjiao, even in the fairyland, is also a very top demon. Unexpectedly, he was defeated by Su Yu today.

Yan Shuya sat on the ground with his hair covered and didn't know what he was talking to himself. At the moment, the monk of Weiyang palace suddenly shot out of his body and protected it with a huge Qi machine. Everyone knows that at the moment, the virgin of Weiyang palace has not a trace of war spirit. However, she is still the saint of Weiyang palace. Its own safety must not be lost.

In the sad God sword array, Su Yu takes off the Yan Huang emperor mirror and gives it to Hong Ling. But when she wanted to return the fragments of sanhuangwen together, the youth stopped her. Now, in this bloody day, there are dangers everywhere. If there is such a thing for self-defense, the safety of the girl will be guaranteed.

"Big brother Hongling, I didn't kill Yan Shuya. Would you blame me?" Su Yu looked at Hong Ling with some trepidation and asked.

"No, I didn't kill jianziji Hengfeng of Jianmen that day? We monks of Da Chu are only five of us who have come to this blood day. Therefore, we should try our best not to make enemies unless we have to! " Hong Ling patted her on the head and said with a smile.

Su Yu grinned and spat out powder tongue. The whole person was a little playful. Hongling hugs her at the moment and looks at the three people of Hongyou. These three guys, able to come to this blood day with their own strength, think that they must have had a great adventure before.

"Third brother, I have found elder sister Hongjin, but I don't know where he went. Do you have any news about him?" At the moment, Hong Ling opened his mouth and asked Hong you. His face was full of worry.

The strength of Tianjiao, who entered the ancient battlefield this time, has far exceeded expectations. Many people's real combat power has reached the level of destiny. And this situation is much more than what they expected only the holy land. As a result, it was almost impossible for the monks sent by the royal family of Chu to make a difference.

But if Hong Yuan, Hong Jin, Liancheng Yu, Zhihuo and Xia Yan did not get a chance encounter, they would hardly have done anything in this ancient battlefield. They may have strong talent to break the nine barriers of the world, but if their own strength can't compete with Tianjiao in the fairyland, I'm afraid these people may fall down.

"Don't worry, I joined Hong Yuan the second month after I entered the ancient battlefield. He is now waiting under the blood mulberry tree. As for where the others are now, I don't know! " Hong you said slowly, his face was not very good-looking.

He and Sun Jia Mo Yue, two of them, entered the blood day. Not long after, they were wounded by Tianjiao man of the fairyland. This makes him full of frustration, even if he has stepped into the first level of heaven and man holy land, but still feel frustrated.

Hearing this, Hong Ling nodded. He didn't worry about anyone else. Whether it's Qingyao or Xiayan, or even Liancheng jade or Zhihuo, they all have powerful magic weapons to protect themselves. Moreover, they all have the blood of their ancestors. Even if they are seriously injured and dying, as long as they do not die immediately, then they will surely survive.

"Brother Sanhuang, why are so many Tianjiao gathered in this bloody day?" Hongling looked at the friars around him with a dignified look in his eyes. In his perception, there are more than 100 people in Tianjiao. These people have a very strong fighting power.

Here, even the weakest group of people, their real combat power has reached the early stage of fairyland. And the most top group of people, the strength is wandering in the ghost fairyland. But in this bloody day, Hong Ling did not find anything else except this rolling palace complex. What on earth attracts people?

Hong you thought and thought about it. He took out a yellowing hide and handed it to him. On this scroll, some mysterious things are recorded in ancient seal script. Hong Ling couldn't understand it, but when it fell into Su Yu's eyes, the girl's face changed.

"This is the design of the mausoleum of the mythical animal vermilion bird!" Su Yu looked at the animal skin in Hong Ling's hand in surprise, and her tone was shaking.

"Zhuque mausoleum!" Hong Ling was stunned and gave it to Su Yu. Since the girl can understand it, I'll leave it to her. However, what is special about a tomb design?

Su Yu carefully interpreted the words on the design drawing, and his eyebrows were also slightly frowned. For a long time, she finally handed the scroll back to Hong Ling. Her eyes were full of shock. Her appearance, let a few people on one side look at each other, face full of expectation color.

"Brother Hongling, the design of the Zhuque mausoleum is actually the design of the palace in this bloody day. In other words, the blood days we see today, including the palaces we see, are actually mausoleums designed and built for a rosefinch beast buried in this rosefinch nest. "Su Yu paused, and then said, "there are many treasures left in this tomb. Maybe there is the remains of the rosefinch. However, the tomb was not built by the rosefinch people, and its designer and builder are unknown. What's more, they designed the mausoleum to let people steal the treasures, so they kept the design drawings! "

Not only Hong Ling was stunned, but also Hong you and Sun Jia Mo Yue felt incredible. In addition to burying the dead, each mausoleum has the function of anti-theft. The design of the mausoleum clearly runs counter to it. What is the purpose of the people who designed this tomb?

"So Tianjiao, who gathered here, actually came for the treasures in the rosefinch mausoleum?" Hongling looked at the surrounding Tianjiao in disbelief, and felt that he had a big head. With so many top demons, it is almost impossible to fight with them for the treasures in the tomb.

The great Chu royal family's experts are only five, and there is no way to occupy a place. Even though Hongling and Su Yu's power has surpassed most of Tianjiao, there are still people who can stop them. And the remaining three Hongyou, even if their strength is strong enough, can't hold up too many people. Therefore, it is almost impossible for them to have a chance in this blood day.

"Well? On these friars of the lower bound, there is a design drawing of the mausoleum of the rosefinch! " Hongling is about to give the design plan to Hong you again. Tianjiao of the fairyland suddenly says that his eyes are full of greed. In fact, not everyone who comes here has this blueprint. And when the strength is not top-notch Hongyou holding this thing in his hand, it attracted the covet of others.

"Little Lord, do we want to grab the design drawing?" A monk turned around at the moment and said to the monk beside him, without concealing his words.

As soon as he said this, Hong Ling and Su Yu slowly turned around and looked at the entrance of the palace complex. There, a group of people were sitting cross legged, and their bodies were emitting a violent breath. The number of these people is not very large, but only a dozen. But their accomplishments are completely at the level of ghost fairyland.

"In that case, go and get it. Remember, don't fall into the name of the beast palace A young man at the head suddenly opened his eyes and said to a monk beside him.

"Yes, little Lord, my subordinates pay attention to it!" The monk got the order, and at the moment he stepped forward towards Hongling and his party. He was not afraid of these guys from the lower world. Even though Hongling had the force that Ji Hengfeng was afraid of, he still didn't see enough in front of the beast palace.

Seeing that Su Yu wants to do it again, Hong Ling reaches out and stops her. It seems that he is too kind-hearted, so everyone wants to cut meat on their royal friars of big Chu. The white steam left in the ten sides of the sky will be extracted into 40% of the sky. The youth will slowly condense it at the fingertips, waiting for the other party to come.

"Boy, are you going to take out the design drawing of the mausoleum yourself, or should I help you?" At the moment, the monk was releasing a violent and incomparable breath, and promoted his cultivation to the extreme of ghost fairyland. Think of it, the monks in the beast Palace are really strong enough. However, no matter how strong it is, where is the strength of baby girl!

Hiss! A streamer of light flashed through the void, bringing up a breeze. At the moment, Hongling slowly put away his sword finger and looked at the monk who was still coming.

The youth of the beast palace is still marching forward gracefully with a sense of pride. The Tianjiao sent by his beast Palace this time is the most top existence. Although Hongling, the matchless son of the world, is powerful, it is difficult to defeat four hands with two fists. If he had not opened his eyes, he would have died here today.

However, just as the friar was about to speak again, he suddenly found that his Adam's Apple could not move. Not only that, but he also felt that his brain was becoming empty. Even his body became a little frivolous. He looked down at his chest, and his pupils were filled with horror.

I don't know when, the flesh and blood of his body was in the rapid weathering off. Even his clothes and robes, as well as the magic tools that he is proud of, are rapidly decaying at the moment. But he didn't feel any pain, as if everything seemed so relaxed. But it is this that makes him more and more afraid.

Bang! The monk suddenly half knelt on the ground, but his left foot was completely weathered, which made his center of gravity unstable and fell to the ground. Many Tianjiao at the moment looked at the monk who was afraid, and took a breath. People just saw that the matchless son of the world just pointed out a finger, and even gave a peerless monster a direct heavy blow. Besides, judging from the monk's condition, I'm afraid he won't live long.

"You want it, so you want us to give it to you?" Hongling took the design plan in her hand and locked her pupils. With a bang, she condensed a flame and burned it. He looked at the monk who had not yet died, and said coldly, "let the people who have more weight in the beast palace come here, or send some cats and dogs. What's the difference between sending them to death?"

After he said this, he turned his eyes to Tianjiao, the beast palace, sitting at the entrance of the palace complex. His face was full of sarcasm. These guys sent one of the weakest friars to try out. Maybe they didn't expect him to die here!Brush! A streamer flashed by, and the sound of boom left a terrible Sabre breath in the square. It was a bloody sword that broke through the air and directly destroyed the skull of the dying Friar and wiped it out on the spot. The monk of beast palace, who was called the little master by the friar, slowly took back his long sword at the moment. He looked at Hong Ling, did not make a sound, still closed his eyes to regulate his breath.

"Interestingly, even Wumeng, the young master of the beast palace, chose to be silent. This unparalleled son's power is really to the extreme Sima Jin looked at Hong Ling with a sneer on his face. In a while, the tomb will be opened. I hope that when the time comes, this matchless son of the world can continue to be rampant.

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