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"Command?" Hong Ling chuckled, took a step, and directly reached for a wave. Whoa! A fine quicksand gushed from his fingertips towards the entrance of the rosefinch nest, and instantly formed a thick stone wall on it, which covered it perfectly.

"I remember, you seem to be the so-called little Lord of the beast palace. Your name is Wumeng, right? I thought your brain should not be so stupid. I didn't expect you to be an idiot He looked up at the young man who was talking, ignoring the angry eyes of others.

"Bold, how dare to be rude to the little Lord. You can't die! " A monk in the beast palace was angry at the moment, and a violent Qi burst out of his body. He directly locked in Hongling with his strong divine sense, and his killing intention almost condensed into substance.

"If he had some upbringing, I would not. But when is it your turn to speak? Your master hasn't spoken yet. What's your strength in jumping up and down? " Hongling snorted coldly, and waved a stream of quicksand towards the friar.

Hiss! A bright blade shot out of Wumeng's hand, directly smashing the quicksand that Hongling waved. He looked at the stone wall that sealed the entrance of the mausoleum, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes. Immediately, the young master of the beast Palace said in a deep voice, "don't pay attention to him. Break the stone wall first. He's here anyway, and he's not far from death! "

"Yes, little Lord. My subordinate will break the stone wall. Please wait a moment The friar bowed to Wumeng, turned and looked at Hongling. His eyes were full of disdain.

"Ah, innocent boy! Think a stone wall can stop me? Don't say it's a stone wall. Even if it's a steel wall, it won't stop us! " The monk of the beast palace snorted coldly and punched hard at the stone wall. The tyrannical force of the law of heaven poured out from his fist and thundered at the stone wall of Hongling.

Boom! The whole mausoleum shook, but the stone wall was not shaken. However, many buildings around the entrance of the mausoleum were directly shattered by the powerful air wave, which instantly aroused a thick layer of fog. Many Tianjiao standing in front of the entrance, some shocked looking at the stone wall, flashing a trace of dignified color in the eyes.

Hongling, the incomparable son of the Qing Dynasty, threw out a quicksand at random, which blocked the entrance of the tomb directly. What's more, the stone wall formed by quicksand is very strong, even the friars in Tianming emperor's realm can't break it. In this way, if other people want to enter it, they must use more powerful force to get through the channel.

However, this entrance is not the private property of the beast palace and the royal family of the great Chu. When Wu Meng and Hong Ling do this, are they not afraid to cause public anger? It should be noted that all the monks here are immortal demons who have survived through the pass. Even in the fairyland, they are also outstanding. Do these two guys want to be enemies with them?

"It seems that the monks of the beast Palace are not so good! Even a stone wall condensed by my son can't be broken. Do you want to order Tianjiao of Da Chu? If it is a toad yawning, what a big voice Hong Ling sneered and looked at the monk of the ten thousand beast palace whose face was red, and said with a face of ridicule.

"You The monk of the beast palace glared at Hong Ling, almost spewing fire from his eyes. He was about to attack when umon stood up, put his hand on his shoulder and pulled him behind him.

"Interesting, no one dares to disobey my will for a long time! Hongling, the matchless son of the world, first disobeyed me and sealed the entrance of the mausoleum, and now he dares to despise me! I have to say, you are so brave Wumeng slowly stood up and walked slowly towards Hongling. Others are still walking slowly, but in their hands there is a layer of blood red streamer.

These halos, like blood blooming in the water, slowly interweave into a scarlet ghost head knife. With the movement of the black knife, it becomes stronger and stronger. Boom! A powerful force of ghost fairyland and destiny exploded in this area, blowing people's clothes and robes and making hunting sound.

"You're right. I've always been brave. So, how are you staying? Kill me or be killed by me? " The young man sneered and his face remained unchanged. As soon as this speech was said, the Qi engine on Wumeng's body suddenly soared, and turned into a powerful tide, which swept over him.

Ignoring Wumeng's anger, Hongling's whole body rippled with a layer of law ripples, which resolved the impact of the celestial Pride's Qi. His robe was still drooping, not affected by the external air. Seeing that the master of the beast palace was coming towards him, he threw himself into the air. Hum! In his hands, the boy condensed his dark gold sword and took a step forward again.

Boom! An air of terror, which was not inferior to that of Wumeng, was instantly filled with heaven and earth. Hong Ling quietly looked at the young master of the beast palace, and his whole body began to be surrounded by a huge sense of sword. For him, although Tianjiao of the fairyland is still powerful, he has no qualification to kill him.

For a while, there were dozens of divine senses falling on Hongling and Wumeng in this void, and they were wantonly searching for their upper limit of strength. These Tianjiao are not in a hurry to enter the Zhuque mausoleum, but are very interested in looking at the confrontation between the two people.

"It's interesting. One is the matchless son of the great Chu empire in the lower world, and the other is the young master of the beast palace in the fairyland. Now both of them are in a holy land. I don't know which one is stronger or weaker! " Sima Jin and others are quietly looking at Hongling and Wumeng at the moment, constantly comparing their strength with their own."I don't know if Wumeng can kill this rebellious lower world Tianjiao. After all, he represents the face of our fairyland!" A monk looks at Wumeng and Hongling with a look of expectation. To be fair, they hope that the young master of the beast palace will win, but they don't want him to win too easily. It would be great if they could both lose.

Hum! The clear sound of sword singing reverberates between the heaven and the earth, crushing all the God consciousness that comes to the body directly. Hongling took the sword in his hand and held the sword forward to Wumeng. He has just broken many Tianjiao's divinity explorations with the intention of sword just now, in order to frighten others. He must be careful when fighting with masters like the master of beast palace. Therefore, he had to warn others before the war to prevent them from secretly attacking.

"Well? We have broken our divine sense with the sword! Is this matchless son of a generation already so powerful? " Yin Shuya frowned at the moment, and her face was very ugly. After Hongling stepped into the holy land, her strength was so strong. So, are the several companions around him who have also stepped into the holy land also have such strong power?

"The matchless son Hongling, I only have one knife! After a knife, if you can still stand, my beast palace will let you lead into the tomb. Do you dare to gamble with me Wumeng stares at Hongling, and his eyes are full of pride. Even if these wastes of Chu entered the holy land, they were still vulnerable in his eyes.

"Gambling? Why do you think that people from other forces will really let Tianjiao of Da Chu enter the mausoleum first? " Hong Ling smiles and doesn't put Wu Meng's pride in his eyes.

"It's very simple, because of the large number of people coming here this time! Moreover, if they don't accept it, then I can help you to settle the problem! The premise is, do you have the strength to take my knife? " Wu Meng's knife was slightly across his chest. He looked at the blade with both eyes and said coldly to Hongling.

"In that case, let's do it! I hope your knife is as strong as your voice Hongling slowly put down the long sword in his hand. In his palm, there were huge laws of the ten Heavenly regions, which were constantly pouring into it. He carries the power of his own field with a long sword, and constantly infuses the great sword spirit into it, pushing the edge of the God of sorrow to the peak.

Hum! On the blood knife in Wumeng's hand, there was a huge blood. Like the tide of the sea, the sword's intention constantly poured into the blade from the emptiness of his whole body, and slowly awakened the blood. Oh! A tyrannical dragon roared out of the blood with a seeping anger.

Brush! Wumeng raised his hand and raised his knife and chopped down at Hongling. A fierce bloody sword Qi was thrown out of the long knife and condensed into a bloody dragon in the void, which was pounding at the youth. The mighty Qi machine, behind this blood Jiao, forms a gloomy sky curtain. It rolls the law of heaven and earth, and runs down against the matchless son of the world who holds the sword.

"This is the inheriting Sabre technique of the beast palace, the broken dragon blood Sabre!" Sima Jin beside the nine red at the moment staring at the huge blood Jiao in the void, the whole person was surprised. Even if he encounters such terrible Sabre Qi, he can only choose to stay away from the edge. Because, if this dragon blood saber doesn't come out, it will be cut off!

"Hum! This Wumeng is good at calculating. Hit a little monk in the lower world with the secret Sabre technique of beast palace. I'm afraid even we don't dare to make a hard connection. He clearly figured out that the matchless son was rebellious and would not dodge and choose to resist. Once Hong Ling was seriously damaged, he could enter the mausoleum with the right rate. This man's mind is really deep! "

Jianziji Hengfeng of Tianjian gate is staring at Wumeng at the moment, and his face is very ugly. They, the great forces in the fairyland, have never been able to get along well. Now this Wumeng wants to win the first place in the mausoleum by such a mean means. It's really disgusting!

Hongling didn't pay attention to the falling sword, but poured the power of her own field into the God of sorrow, and brought its edge to the extreme. He pulled his long sword gently and drew a half moon shaped sword arc in the void, and suddenly threw out a dark golden sword spirit.

Hiss! The fierce sword spirit, under the blessing of his ghost fairyland destiny law, instantly burst out the tyrannical power. What's more, it seems to be influenced by the young people's mind that the sword spirit is also changing at the moment. It quickly condensed into a dark gold five clawed golden dragon, roaring toward the blood dragon in the void.

Ang!

The resounding sound of the dragon's chant reverberates between heaven and earth. As soon as it appears, it will crush the roar of the blood dragon directly. At the moment, the huge dragon swept through the sky, and there was a huge dark golden thunder all over the body, which directly shattered the whole void. The bright star river emerges from the broken void, continuously sprinkles the soft star awn, melts into the Golden Dragon whole body's thunder, causes its prestige to be more prosperous.

In people's perception, there are only blood dragons and golden dragons roaring endlessly in the void between heaven and earth. Both of them are wantonly releasing the magnificent heavenly power, crushing all people's perception directly. Under the gaze of dozens of Tianjiao, they collide with each other fiercely, and burst out a terrifying momentum in an instant.

Boom! The sky and the earth are covered by a dark red haze, which makes people see unreal. Even those original swimming rules are now shattered by life. Most of Tianjiao only heard the roar of the angry dragon in the dusk, and then the whole world was suddenly clear."Let's go!" Hongling put away the sad sword, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said to the four people behind him. With a wave of his hand, he directly removed the stone wall that sealed the entrance of the mausoleum, and walked toward the entrance with Su Yu and others. On the earth, Wumeng still stood, slightly trembling.

"Stop, who let you go!" A friar of Tianjian gate suddenly opened his mouth and said to Tianjiao of the big Chu group. He took the sword and hurled a sword toward Hongling, and a trace of anger flashed through his eyes. He didn't know which one was better or worse than the sword spirit and the sword awn just now, but these lower world Tianjiao just walked away. Didn't he pay attention to them?

Hum! Suddenly, there was a sword Qi between heaven and earth, which directly destroyed Tianjiao. However, the sword Qi still shooting towards Hongling is distorted by the law of time and space, and is still in the void. The five men did not turn back, but still walked towards the entrance of the main tomb. When they disappeared at the entrance of the tomb, the restrained sword Qi was released.

Brush! As soon as the sword Qi broke away from the shackles of the law of time and space, it quickly appeared in front of the monk who was split and flying. In this man's frightened eyes, directly cut it into two paragraphs. Pooh! Thick plasma, from the broken two half of the corpse gushed out, the earth to the halo dyed a brilliant blood flower.

Wumeng, who was originally proud of standing, suddenly shook and half knelt on the ground. He was leaning on a bloody knife, and his expression was somewhat ferocious, and a penetrating sword mark burst through his chest. The scarlet blood gushed out of the scar of his sword, and wet the robe on his chest. Poof! This immortal world Tianjiao suddenly spat out a mouthful of dead blood, and his face became very pale.

"Nine red. See? How many swords did Wumeng use to escape from that sword? " Sima Jin turned around and asked Jiuchi, who was a little gloomy.

"It seems like two knives, but it doesn't seem to be!" Jiuchi shakes his head as if he is not sure.

"Two knives? Hum, you still underestimate that sword spirit! You should double it on the basis of two knives! " Sima Jin shook his head and didn't agree with Jiuchi.

When this was said, many of the present Tianjiao were silent. Even Ji Hengfeng of tianjianmen and Yin Shuya of Weiyang palace were silent at the moment. But everyone could see a trace of fear in their gloomy faces. But Wumeng at the moment is ignoring the eyes of the people, quickly breathing.

"The matchless son Hongling! What a good opponent The demon of the beast palace was shocked at the moment, and suddenly laughed. There was thick and fishy blood oozing out between the lips and teeth.

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