Rebirth of the willow tree, creating the strongest tribe in the ages

Chapter 639: Hand over the person and we will leave
Looking at it, like agate and glass, the golden boundary wall is vast and boundless, connecting the sky and the earth, stretching to the end of the universe, traversing under Qing Ming, blocking the path of all the Burial Kings.

Fairyland!

Compared with the Burial Domain, the area of ​​the Immortal Domain is many times larger, and the colors are colorful and blazing to the extreme, which is a bit blinding. It is like countless suns melting together. From the naked eye, it is even more spectacular, far from it. It is comparable to the Burial Realm and Foreign Realm.

The next two realms are just semi-finished products catalyzed by the ancient artifacts of origin. The Immortal realm is the only realm that relies solely on its own normal evolution step by step to reach the level of the main realm.

Endless years have passed through it, and the heavy feeling of precipitation can be explained clearly in not one sentence, but two sentences. It is no exaggeration to say that every grain of sand is filled with unimaginable history, how can it be compared with others.

Of course, whether it is a foreign land or a burial realm, the Immortal Realm is definitely a land full of unknowns.

Because it has never been explored in depth, it is impossible to explore in depth.

But as the main domain and the large domain, although they have never had in-depth exchanges, they are still quite clear about the strength gap between them.

This is a kind of perception of heaven and earth.

Because once a new King Realm is born, the laws of order between heaven and earth will inevitably fluctuate.

However, it is precisely because of the heaven-defying effect of the ancient artifacts that among the three realms, although the Immortal Realm has the largest area, the deepest foundation, and the oldest time of formation, if it is really comparable to the peak existence, the three realms are actually not much different.

Countless stars vibrated under the king's power, like water drops on a spring plate.

But now that everyone is on the same level, there is no need to swallow their anger.

The old burial king slowly walked out of the gray funeral aura, and every step he took seemed to be stepping on the hearts of thousands of living beings, with a full sense of oppression.

The three are completely different and can be easily felt.

The voice of Old Burial King Huo Heng reverberated in the void, carrying unquestionable majesty and resounding throughout the sea of ​​​​stars in an instant.

The Immortal King flows with immortal blood.

"Pressure the formation!"

"Om-"

If the difference in combat power between the two sides is too big, it's not that they can't bear it. After all, whoever is stronger is justified.

That powerful aura seemed to wrap up the entire Burial Domain, making people feel an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Immortal blood flows in the body of the Immortal King.

As for the burial of the king, it is the burial of blood.

At that time, all king-level creatures will feel it. It is impossible to know who it is specifically, but they can roughly feel which domain the other person was born in.

It is precisely because of this that all the buried kings dared to come and put pressure on him.

As one of the top three most powerful beings in the Burial Domain, Huoheng Burial King has not made a move for tens of millions of years, but his momentum is still there, majestic and fierce. His power surges like a tsunami, instantly covering the space of countless light years. All dyed in a gray color.

Almost at the same time, as Huo Heng buried the king's voice, there was a sudden violent tremor in the void.

Immediately afterwards, huge burial mounds sprung up from the sea of ​​​​stars like bamboo shoots after rain, taking root in the starry sky, standing in front of the fairyland boundary wall in some strange pattern, and there was something indescribable in the vague. A murmur sounded.

These grave mounds that suddenly appeared were extremely large, with convex tops, towering higher than the surrounding stars. The soil on the tombs took on a dark gray color, making them appear extremely heavy and depressing. On top of it, the wet mud keeps rolling, like twisting giant pythons, entangled with each other, intertwined, weird and terrifying.

This is not over yet.

The next moment, among these tombs, there were huge black altars rushing out from the top of the tombs.

The altar is ancient and mysterious.

It exuded a mysterious and powerful aura. The moment it appeared, the temperature in the entire outer starry sky dropped by an unknown number of degrees in an instant. It was bone-chilling, the cold wind howled, and countless stars froze into ice.

As these dozens of altars appeared, an indescribable majestic force suddenly overturned from the altars. Black clouds rolled, and gray aura rushed towards the face, falling like a curtain of rain, covering the entire void. .

In an instant, the surrounding scene became extremely terrifying, as if we were in a doomsday world.

Countless small universes quickly collapsed under the erosion of the funerary qi, turning into areas of dead dust. Those once dazzling stars now lost their luster and became dim.

The terror of the pressure is like tearing apart the thick and dark night, making the entire universe tremble.

At this moment, even though they were separated by the boundary wall, the creatures in the fairyland felt an indescribable oppression and panic.

Soon, there was movement in the Immortal Realm.

With the dull sound of drums.

Three figures swept out from the fairyland and rushed towards the altar.

There were two men and one woman.

They are all very young, with good looks, and seem to have just finished their crowns, especially the man in green shirt who is the leader, he is handsome and handsome, with a natural appearance, his facial features are as if they were carefully carved, and he exudes the power of a supreme Immortal King.

Although he looks very young, he is definitely an old monster who has lived for who knows how many years.

The man was tall and straight, wearing a blue robe, and the hem of his clothes swayed gently in the wind as he stepped forward, seemingly slow but actually fast!
The other party crossed the altar and looked directly at Huo Heng, Burial King, and others: "Fellow Burial Kings, what does this mean? Is it possible that your Burial Domain wants to start a war with my Immortal Domain?"

The man's expression was slightly cold, and he was a little confused behind his words.

Shouldn't the Tomb Clan take the initiative to avoid the world and stay away from all disputes? Why are they taking the initiative to stir up disputes now?
"Not really"

King Burial Huo Heng shook his head. They came here mainly to intimidate the Lord of Willow Village, so there was no need to look at the other Immortal Kings coldly. At this level, everyone was their peers, so they responded a few words.

"We are just here to look for one person. As long as you hand him over, we will leave." Burial King Huo Heng said calmly, his voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, with an unquestionable majesty.

"Make friends?" The man in green shirt's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was even more surprised.

The Immortal Realm and the Burial Realm can't be reached by eight poles. There are no rivers between them, and there are no channels to each other. Who are these funeral warriors looking for in his Immortal Realm?

The most important thing is, which hero can offend so many Burial Kings in one go? Not everyone can do this. Furthermore, to what extent do you have to be offended to make a group of buried kings who hide away from the world make an exception and "show themselves"?
But as kings, this group of buried kings can never aimlessly and deliberately seek trouble. They are different from the group of creatures in foreign lands.

Furthermore, if the other party really makes a mistake and wants to attack the Immortal Realm, they have to consider the consequences!
At that moment, the man in green shirt frowned slightly and asked directly: "I wonder who you fellow Taoists are looking for? Maybe I can convey it on your behalf."

"The Lord of Willow Village." Hearing this, Huo Heng, the Burial King, slowly spat out four words, his eyes like daggers.

(End of this chapter)