Battle Dragon Lingshen

Chapter 158 Small World

In the following time, as more and more fighters came here, Aoyunlong continued to summon his companions, Tianzun Dizun was a little red, Lei Huohuang and Lei Zhenyue... The original alliance formed, more than 300 people, now only gathered 88 people.

As for the others, some haven't arrived yet, and some are afraid of bad luck.

The melee has expanded to a scale of more than 1 people. In order to pass the iron bridge safely, the strong fight hard, entangle each other, and fight endlessly. Brilliant, fierce and wild, sweeping across the four directions, in the sweat and blood, every living life was killed.

In order to enter the tomb of King Wu, everyone is desperate.

Tianzun said solemnly: "The situation in front of us is getting more and more chaotic. Everyone understands in their hearts that every powerful man of Dharma is almost guarding a junior. If he wants to cross this iron bridge, it is not a big problem. A lot of time has been wasted. Let's start Let's act, remember that the formation should not be chaotic, everyone should not be too scattered, pay attention to cooperation, and pass the iron bridge as soon as possible, all right, let's go!"

The ghost gate of the underworld and the Haori royal family have already headed for the next difficulty, and there are still many forces following closely behind. More than [-] powerful warriors have passed the iron bridge.

Tianzun protects Yidianhong, Earthzun protects Aoyunlong, and there are other alliance powerhouses around them, cooperating with each other, hunting and killing warriors one by one. The warriors they killed first let the younger generation pass the iron bridge, and then they themselves.

After fighting hard for more than two hours, 88 warriors were killed, and the remaining 70 passed through safely. It is inevitable that there will be accidents in the fight. It is luck that so many people broke out of the encirclement.

Tianzun and the others did not rush on their way, they retreated to the side, took pills to heal their injuries, and raced against the clock. Almost all the warriors who passed the iron bridge were seriously injured and their vitality was seriously injured.

Ao Yunlong's injuries are not serious, he is carrying a divine art, and he is recovering quickly. He has completed his performance in half an hour and has returned to his peak state. Looking around, the scuffle on the other side of the bridge continues. There are battles under the ground and in the air, and everyone is desperate... Hey, all of this is caused by human desires, Ao Yunlong is not a saint, he also has desires, he also has expectations and desires for the tomb of King Wu.

Three hours later, Tianzun and others had almost adjusted their breathing, and started on the road. Ao Yunlong followed the large group and left in a hurry.

On the other side of the bridge, it has become a Shura field. There is blood everywhere, and there are many broken hands and arms. There are still people rushing across the iron bridge... After a day and a night of fighting, almost 8000 people finally passed through and entered the next checkpoint.

Sword Tomb, a place where millions of swords are buried, sword spirits cross, sword spirits pass through the sky, and a river of swords sweeps across one side; this pass is dangerous, only more than 3000 people passed safely, and Aoyunlong's team shrank by more than half, leaving only 28 people.

After the Sword Tomb, every warrior has the feeling of surviving after a catastrophe.

Tianzun and the others formed a circle, everyone was scarred and healed with kung fu, Lei Ying's face was pale, his left arm was crippled, and the bleeding had stopped, looking around, he said in a deep voice: "The tomb of King Wu is too dangerous, too many people have been buried in it So, do we have to move on? Is it worth it? If the next level is more dangerous, how many people will survive?"

Up to now, with more and more comrades dying tragically, many people are beating their hearts. Not only Lei Ying thinks so, everyone is silent and lost in thought. Fighting for the tomb of King Wu until now, so many people have died. This journey is extremely difficult. not easy.

However, there is too much unwillingness in everyone's heart.

Lei Lang looked at Lei Ying, and sighed: "It doesn't matter whether it's worth it or not, Huo Huang patriarch Lei Ying is entrusting you."

Lei Ying's expression changed, and he said nervously: "Brother..."

Lei Lang waved his hand, and said firmly: "Even if I die, I will try my best. Even if I don't have the opportunity and inheritance of King Wu's tomb, I still have to fight."

Lei Huohuang said solemnly: "Lei Lang, are you serious?"

Lei Lang's face was solemn, and he said seriously: "Of course, I, Lei Lang, a man of seven feet, will be intimidated by these barriers?"

Lei Huohuang couldn't help laughing, and said with satisfaction: "Okay, you are indeed the young master of the Leiting Sect, and you are unwilling to admit defeat in your bones, okay, don't worry, with me, Lei Huohuang, Lei Ying will live."

Lei Lang turned his head, looked at Lei Zhenyue, and asked, "Old Ancestor..."

Lei Zhenyue raised his thick eyebrows, and said as it should: "You are the young master of the Thunder Sect, the future hope of the sect, I haven't been so passionate with my old bones for a long time, it is not the privilege of young people to work hard, even if I die, I will protect you!" You are considerate."

Lei Lang was moved by it, his eyes were a little red, and thousands of words merged into one sentence, "Thank you!"

Qingluan and Suzaku discussed secretly, and Qingluan announced that Mingyue Tower would withdraw; Lingdan Pavilion suffered a heavy loss this time, so it also announced its withdrawal, and would not go deep into the tomb of King Wu.

Undoubtedly, Yidianhong didn't plan to quit, so it goes without saying that Aoyunlong, Tianzun and Dizun looked at each other in blank dismay, and decided to follow without refuting.

There were 28 people, and only 12 people finally decided to go deeper... The fighting and killing along the way made many people lose their fighting spirit, and many people decided to give up.

In addition to the underworld ghost gate and the Haori royal family, there are still about twenty other forces that have not given up, and the masters are no more than a thousand.

After half a day of cultivation, Tianzun and others continued to move forward. When Yidianhong left, she couldn't help but look at Jinfeng, with a touch of tenderness and reluctance in her eyes; this parting may be yin and yang, maybe... who can tell .

In the 12-person team, there are six masters in the Faxiang Realm, and the rest are all strong in the Spirit Realm, with the exception of Ao Yunlong.

A group of people moved fast like lightning, and the coldness and dampness in the air became more and more obvious, and they continued to go deep into the ground. After half an hour, when they tried their best to pass through a layer of brilliant light curtain and entered a new world. World - weightless space.

The entire space is filled with terrifying and mysterious power. This place is unprecedentedly large, with a radius of tens of thousands of feet, numerous palaces, countless pavilions, grand scale, rigorous layout, and brilliant colors, like a palace in the sky. With a sacred atmosphere, solemn and majestic, the momentum is vigorous.

Out of control space, all buildings are suspended in the air, bound by thick iron chains, and fixed in position. It is worth mentioning that there is a huge green lotus under each palace.

This is a tomb, it is even more majestic than the palace compound. When Ao Yunlong and others came here, everyone took a deep breath, they were so shocked by the scene in front of them that they were speechless.

The weightless space, the fairyland-like place, everything in front of me is so unbelievable that it is hard to accept for a while.

In addition to Ao Yunlong and others, the forces of hell and ghosts have already arrived. They explored all around and were deeply shocked by what they saw. The Yin-Yang judge woke up from the shock. .

"Could this be the legendary small world?" Judge Yin exclaimed, with a look of disbelief.

"Well, it's indeed a small world. The mysterious energy that confines and maintains this space is the power of the world." Judge Yang said with his brows tightly furrowed, his expression shocked.

"To condense such a huge small world, I'm afraid Lord Yan Luo doesn't have the ability."

"That's right, this is no longer something ordinary Martial Kings can do. I'm afraid Qinglian Martial King is much more powerful than we imagined."

"I never imagined that a small Haori Dynasty could produce such an astonishing martial arts talent. If he is still alive, I don't know what kind of style he will be."

"King Wu deserves to be King Wu. Our Wuzong has been cultivating for so many years, even if we die, it is impossible to become King Wu. If we can get Qinglian's inheritance and fortune, we may be able to take that step."

"Can we really?"

"If you don't try, how will you know? The reason why Lord Yan Luo sent us here is already very obvious. Don't disappoint your expectations of us."

"Okay, I'll listen to you, those people from the Haori Dynasty have been pestering them all the time, it's really annoying."

"Don't worry, they won't be jumping for long, have you forgotten the secret weapon Lord Yan Luo asked me to bring?"

"Eight Parts of Reincarnation!"

(End of this chapter)