The strongest cultivator in the heavens

Chapter 619
"What, is there something in the sandstorm?"

"what is this?"

Ye Fan and Pang Bo also looked over, but they didn't quite understand what Yang Wenhao said.

Hide back to the ancient bronze coffin?

Then if you really wait until the nine dragon corpses move, you don't know where the next stop will be.

And before Yang Wenhao could explain, suddenly, a voice resounded through the world.

"when……"

The bells are melodious, loud and solemn, like Huang Zhong Da Lu shaking,

An extremely bright golden light rushed from Wang Ziwen, his whole body was shrouded in gorgeous golden light, as if he was wearing a thick golden battle suit, it was extremely dazzling, like a golden divine fire burning.

The broken copper bell in Wang Ziwen's hands was trembling slightly, the grand sound came from it, and the bright golden light also came from it.

The people on the side quickly asked, "What happened?"

"It seems that something attacked me just now." Wang Ziwen said.

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help looking at Yang Wenhao again. Could it be that Yang Wenhao really saw something?
Yang Wenhao came out of the last Conggu Temple.

"Yang Wenhao, did you see something?" Liu Yunzhi asked.

Yang Wenhao glanced at Liu Yunzhi, and then said: "If we want to survive, we have to go back to the ancient bronze coffin, otherwise, staying here will only mean death."

Everyone looked at each other and felt the heavy tone in Yang Wenhao's words.

In fact, if you really want to live, you can live, but the problem is that Yang Wenhao wants to go to the Emperor Burial Star.

Because only by going to the Emperor Burial Star, can we have the opportunity to continue to break through, stay here?How is it possible to break through.

"Let's go, let's leave this ruin." Ye Fan first agreed with Yang Wenhao's words, and went straight to the five-color altar with a bronze lamp in his hand.

Seeing this situation, everyone followed, not wanting to stay longer.

At this time, a scream came.

It belonged to a male classmate, and he fell to the ground, facing the sky, and on his forehead, there was a blood hole as thick as a finger.

The blood hole directly penetrated the male classmate's eyebrows, pierced his brain, his eyes widened, and he couldn't die anymore.

At this moment, everyone else began to fear.

This is the first time they have encountered such a terrifying thing.

Everyone started running towards the five-color altar, they didn't want to die, they wanted to survive.

"help me!"

A voice came, and another female classmate fell, and the sandstorm was about to follow.

If she couldn't continue to get up and run, then her fate would be exactly the same as the one who died before.

Seeing this scene, Yang Wenhao gritted his teeth, turned his head and rushed towards the female classmate.

"Yang Wenhao!"

Ye Fan and Pang Bo yelled, they didn't understand why Yang Wenhao wanted to save that female classmate at this time.

"You retreat." Yang Wenhao said, and he himself directly entered the sandstorm.

That female classmate didn't expect that Yang Wenhao would come back to save her, but what's the use of Yang Wenhao's return, Yang Wenhao didn't have a fetish in his hands, he came empty-handed.

If it comes, it will only be that the two of them will die together.

Just when she was thinking this way, Yang Wenhao arrived at her side and carried him directly on his back. Then, at some point, a long sword appeared in Yang Wenhao's hand.

"go to hell!"

Yang Wenhao dragged the female classmate with one hand, then with a wave of his right hand, the sword flashed across the sandstorm, directly cutting the sandstorm in an area in front of him in half.

But the sandstorm was unscathed, but what Yang Wenhao chopped was not the sandstorm, but the things in the sandstorm.

And the female classmate was shocked when she saw this scene.

Is Yang Wenhao an ordinary person?
The sword that suddenly appeared, and the picture that can only be seen in TV dramas.

Yang Wenhao cut out nine swords in a row, directly beheading all those things around him. Fortunately, it was the scum of the crocodile ancestor, not the crocodile ancestor itself. If it was the crocodile ancestor himself, he might be in danger.

Although Yang Wenhao is powerful, he is only a monk in the tribulation period after all. Crocodile Zu is said to be a saint king. Even after being suppressed for so many years, his strength is still unfamiliar.

As a cultivator in the tribulation period, I'm afraid he can't fight with him.

After beheading the dirty things around him, Yang Wenhao ran away with his female classmate on his back.

Yang Wenhao took his female classmate and ran out at an extremely fast speed.

But they were already surrounded by sandstorms, and it seemed that they couldn't see the direction at all.

"Yang Wenhao, I'm sorry"

Suddenly, the female classmate behind burst into tears.

"Sun Xiang, is it necessary to cry?" Yang Wenhao couldn't help saying.

"I'm sorry, I got you into trouble." Sun Xiang cried: "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't come back to save me, and neither would we. 2"

"Okay, it's okay, it's just a sandstorm." Yang Wenhao said: "Compared to the things in the sandstorm, it's much more terrifying."

Yang Wenhao carried Sun Xiang on his back and headed straight in one direction. Here, his spiritual consciousness was not blocked, so he knew very well that the five-color altar was there, but what he hoped was that he could catch up.

Sun Xiang was carried on Yang Wenhao's back like this, and she didn't know what she was thinking, so she couldn't help hugging Yang Wenhao tightly with both hands.

And just when Sun Xiang thought that she and Yang Wenhao might die like this, Yang Wenhao led her to leap for life, and when she opened her eyes again, what she saw shocked her.

Five-color altar!

They actually came back, and arrived at the five-color altar safely.

And outside the five-color altar, there is still the sandstorm all over the sky, and those creatures who don't know what is hiding in the sandstorm.

The appearance of Yang Wenhao and Sun Xiang naturally attracted the attention of those who were still alive in the five-color altar.

Yang Wenhao put Sun Xiang down, Sun Xiang's face turned red, and his eyes kept on Yang Wenhao.

Sun Xiang is not bad-looking, although the makeup on her face is all over, but it reflects her essence, she can reach seven points, and she is still single.

But Yang Wenhao doesn't care about these things.

He put Sun Xiang down, then turned his gaze to Ye Fan and the others, and found that Pang Bo's face was flushed, as if he was very angry, and he was holding a male classmate in his hand.

Yang Wenhao stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"

Pang Bo said: "This damn guy, Ye Fan saved him just now, but he actually wanted to avenge his kindness and snatch the lamp from Ye Fan's hand, really damn it."

"Pangbo, we have been classmates for four years, why do we have to be like this, let go, let's talk about it." The people next to him tried to persuade them to fight.

Suddenly someone asked strangely: "Yang Wenhao, where did you get the sword in your hand?"

(End of this chapter)