Chapter 1783： Will of the Tomb

Chapter 1783 The Will of the Heavenly Tomb

Zhang Yu casually obliterated a king of the ten thousand-level realm while the wind was calm. This scene caused an unprecedented psychological impact on a group of powerful people in the thousand-level and hundred-level realm!

For a time, everyone was shocked beyond measure, and their brains lost their ability to think.

After a long time, they slowly came back to their senses, and it happened that Zhang Yu turned his eyes over at this time.

Feeling Zhang Yu's gaze, everyone's body couldn't help shaking, and cold sweat flowed down unconsciously.

"Okay, the disobedient ones have been resolved, how about you, are you willing to do things for me?" Zhang Yu asked with a smile.

The -sounding very gentle voice entered the ears of everyone, but it was like a whisper of a demon, causing their bodies to tremble even more.

"May...will." Everyone answered tremblingly, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Hundred-level, thousand-level, and even ten-thousand-level levels, in the face of more powerful existences, are no different from ants.

In the presence of beings more powerful than them, they will also feel afraid, terrified, and tremble.

Their pride and majesty can only exist in front of those who are weaker than them.

Hearing their answers, Zhang Yu nodded very satisfied: "Very good, it seems that you are all reasonable. It also saves me a lot of time."

As usual, Zhang Yu asked them some questions about the Tomb of Heaven and Hunmeng, but the result was the same as before, and he didn't get any useful information.

After confirming that they did not hide any secrets, Zhang Yu sent them to the wilderness, and then continued to pay attention to the situation on the side of the tomb.

At this time, Zhang Lu was already very close to the core of the Celestial Tomb, and the spirit of the dead tomb was rampant around him. Although Zhang Lu's life was not threatened for the time being, it also had a certain impact on Zhang Lu's combat power. The closer he got to the Celestial Tomb. At the core, he needs to spend more energy to resist the aura of the dead tomb, otherwise, before those heavenly tomb puppets or the will of the heavenly tomb can take action, he will be infected by the aura of the dead tomb first.

After a peaceful journey, Zhang Lu clearly felt that the aura of the dead tomb was raging, and its power reached an extremely astonishing level.

In order to resist the aura of the dead tomb, Zhang Lu had to reduce the speed of his advance, and at the same time, the consumption speed of the power of the fog was also increased exponentially.

Unknowingly, the power of the Qi of the Dead Tombs around Zhang Lu rose a step again, and the whole world was filled with the Qi of the Dead Tombs. Every foot and inch was everywhere. The spirit of the tomb of death is nothing else.

"Hu...hu..." Zhang Lu's pressure rose to an unprecedented level, the whole person was like carrying a big mountain, the strong defensive barrier, trembling slightly, and the gas of the dead tomb pulled and confronted each other.

Here, every time Zhang Lu took a step forward, it was like a mortal climbing over a mountain, and his head was covered with sweat before he knew it.

"I feel it faintly." Zhang Lu took heavy steps, his eyes fixed on the front, "The will of the tomb is not far away!"

Although his vision and perception were disturbed by the energy of the dead tomb, Zhang Lu had a keen intuition, and the will of the heavenly tomb was ahead.

In his heart, there was an inexplicable heart palpitation, and the hairs on his body stood up, as if he was being stared at by something terrifying.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhang Lu suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on the super-large ancestral temple looming in the aura of the dead tomb in front of him. The feeling of heart palpitations was even stronger, and there was even a feeling of extreme danger. :"arrive!"

The core of the tomb of the sky has finally arrived!

The legendary will of the heavenly tomb, that mysterious existence, is finally about to unveil your mystery!

Although the hairs standing up all over his body seem to indicate the danger ahead, although the erosion of the tomb of death almost overwhelms Zhang Lu, and although the whole person seems to be greatly suppressed, Zhang Lu's face does not show the slightest He slowly raised the soles of his feet and walked towards the ancient and huge ancestral temple, step by step, heavy but firm.

Under huge pressure, every time Zhang Yu took a step, it was like carrying a big mountain, and every step he took, it caused the ground to shake.

The closer he got to the ancestral temple, the stronger the aura of the dead tomb, and the more terrifying the erosive power, but as Zhang Lu approached, his vision became clearer.

The outline of the mysterious ancestral temple gradually became clear.

An incomparably huge ancestral temple that seems to have no boundaries, stands in the center of the heavenly tomb!

The aura of the dead tombs in the ancestral temple is raging like a storm. If you compare the energy of the dead tombs with the power of Hunmeng, then the energy of the tombs of the dead in the ancestral temple can even catch up with the power of Hunmeng in the forbidden area. This is definitely not the case. It's an exaggeration, but the spirit of the dead tomb is really so terrifying.

Outside the ancestral temple, Zhang Lu slowly stopped, he had reached the limit, and it would be very difficult to take a step forward.

He even suspected that as long as he dared to step into the ancestral temple, he would instantly be swallowed up by the roaring and raging aura of the dead tomb, and become a puppet of the heavenly tomb.

"Is this the limit?" Zhang Lu was a little unwilling.

He is only three or five steps away from the temple gate of the ancestral temple. As long as he takes a few steps forward and pushes open the temple gate, he will be able to reach the very core of the heavenly tomb, where the mysterious will resides!

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Lu tried to release his thoughts to perceive the situation inside the ancestral temple, but the aura of the dead tombs in the ancestral temple was raging like a flood. As soon as his thoughts passed through the temple gate, they were crushed by the shock, and there was no way he could do anything. Perceive the situation, even the grass and trees, can't perceive it.

Withdrew his thoughts, Zhang Lu raised his head slightly, looked around the outside of the ancestral temple, and could vaguely see some traces of damage.

Although those places have been repaired, the repaired places are obviously different from the original buildings. It is not the difference in material or appearance, but the difference in the precipitation of the years. A different sense of age.

Chaos in the prehistoric world.

Zhang Yu was also a little unwilling to see this scene.

had already arrived at the entrance of the ancestral temple, and was just about to give up. It was really unwilling.

But the aura of the dead tomb is really too terrifying, he can't really let Zhang Lu die and forcefully enter the ancestral temple to find out.

"Forget it, come back." Zhang Yu was silent for a while, and said to Zhang Lu: "Next time I have the opportunity, I will meet the will of the tomb for a while."

Although Zhang Lu was unwilling, but he had no iron, he insisted on entering the ancestral temple to find out. He replied by voice transmission: "I originally wanted to bring back a few more kings of the ten thousand realm, but it's a pity." Except for Suihan's one The puppet team, he never encountered the puppet team again. There must be a thousand-level puppet in the ancestral temple in front of him, but he himself has reached the limit, and there is no way to move forward.

Just when Zhang Lu constructed a teleportation wormhole, when he was about to leave, the front door of the ancestral temple suddenly opened automatically, and the sound of neat footsteps echoed in the quiet ancestral temple, making people inexplicably frightened.

"click, click, click..."

I saw one after another celestial tomb puppets slowly walked out of the temple gate, one hundred, thousand, ten thousand, and above, every level of heavenly tomb puppets, the most numerous is the hundred. The second is the thousand-level realm, and even the ten-thousand-level realm is quite large, and the number is gradually increasing.

In just a few dozen breaths, more than 30,000 tomb puppets were neatly arranged in front of Zhang Lu.

More than 28,000 100-level realm, more than 3,000 thousand-level realm, and... more than 300 ten thousand-level realm kings!

The terrifying battle is unprecedented!

Put it anywhere, such a lineup can cause an unprecedented impact!

There are more than 30,000 nine-star muddy controlers, and all of them are nine-star muddy controlers at the 100th level and above. It is estimated that anyone who sees it will be shocked on the spot.

Zhang Yu thought that the kings of the ten thousand layers of the sky were enough, and there were dozens of them, but compared with the kings of the ten thousand layers in the tomb, they were not worth mentioning at all, not to mention the more than three million The king of the heavy realm, just the more than 30,000 kings of the hundred and thousand realms, is estimated to be enough to pose a big threat to Hunmengtian.

"It would be great if we could bring all these people to the world of Dantian." Zhang Yu was a little envious.

Compared with his 800,000 clones, the number of puppets in the Heavenly Tomb is far from enough, but their overall cultivation is far superior to Zhang Yu's clones, and only Zhang Lu can compare with those kings of the Myriad Realm.

Zhang Lu also narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the neatly arranged Heavenly Tomb puppets. After the initial shock, he quickly regained his composure. While guessing what the group of Heavenly Tomb puppets were doing, he was thinking Is there any way to bring all these puppets to the Dantian world?

If other people saw this scene, they would be so scared that their feet would go soft and their heads would not be able to think, but Zhang Lu was different, he was thinking about how to get these puppets from the heavenly tomb away.

In his eyes, these celestial tomb puppets are not some terrible enemies, but a group of treasures!

"Don't you want to see me?" Just as Zhang Lu was thinking about it, a very strange voice sounded: "When you got to the door, why did you back off again?"

Zhang Lu raised his head and saw inside the temple gate, a human-shaped aura of the tomb of death, like a human being, slowly walked out, and that strange sound was exactly the aura of the tomb of death.

The qi of the dead tomb has been condensed to the extreme, reaching the point of materialization. The qi of the dead tomb in the entire heavenly tomb adds up, it seems that it is not as good as it. Qi, just like the Hunmeng tree, but the Hunmeng tree absorbs the power of Hunmeng, and releases the power of Hunmeng which is more condensed.

It is the source of the Qi of the Dead Grave!

The entire celestial tomb, and even the countless large tombs in the entire Hunmeng, all the energy of the dead tombs came from it!

It is... the will of the tomb!

I saw Heavenly Tomb's Will staring at Zhang Lu, looked at Zhang Lu for a moment, and then sighed with emotion: "Unexpectedly, in this fog, there are still people who can construct a hazy clone... Little guy, you are really beyond my expectations. It's a pity, It seems that you haven't gone through the last layer of transformation, you haven't reached the level of controlling Hun Meng, and the Hun Meng avatar constructed is not satisfactory."