Ancient Martial God

"Little brother, there is no need to be like this. Just tell me your conditions. As long as they are not too excessive, we will definitely agree." The sloppy old man Mo Yin said with a smile.

Yongye snorted coldly and said nothing more.

"The first condition is to release the clan leader Sheng Wuyuan first." Xiao Yun said in a deep voice.

"This is simple, just bring people here." The sloppy old man gestured to Gu Jian behind him, and Gu Jian nodded and asked people to bring Sheng Wuyuan over.

They take Sheng Wuyuan with them at all times just to use it to force Xiao Yun and others.

Soon, Sheng Wuyuan was brought over.

When he saw Sheng Wuyuan's appearance, Sheng Wufan's eyes turned red, Sheng Yunzi gritted his teeth, and Xiao Yun's face darkened.

Not a single piece of skin or flesh on Sheng Wuyuan's body was healthy, and even his bones were broken a lot, which shows how much torture Sheng Wuyuan endured during this period.

Sheng Wuyuan was pushed over.

"Brother!" Sheng Wufan shouted.

"Don't worry, I won't die yet." Sheng Wuyuan said with a forced grin. Although he can't die yet, it's hard to say what will happen next.

"Little brother, we have let this man go." The sloppy old man said to Xiao Yun.

"The second condition is to release Jin Hu and return the inheritance of the Tingting clan and the things left by Jin Hu's master to them," Xiao Yun said.

"This condition... I can agree to it, but I can't let it go now. I have to wait until I get out. As for the things, it's the same."

The sloppy old man suppressed his smile and said, "Also, these are the two conditions. We can't mention them any more. It won't make any sense to mention them any more."

Xiao Yun was not disappointed, because he had expected that the sloppy old man would not agree. After all, if the inheritance of the Di Ting clan fell into Di Ting's hands, it would be equivalent to making Di Ting stronger. If Xiao Yun were the sloppy old man, I will never do that.

As for Jin Hu, how could the sloppy old man be willing to let go of such a powerful slave? When there was danger, he could even let Jin Hu resist the danger.

Di Ting stood aside and stared at Jin Hu. It didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. Xiao Yun had the final say in everything.

"Let your people open the way ahead." Xiao Yun said to the sloppy old man.

"Don't you have a way to dispel those miasmas?" Gu Jian said in a deep voice.

If Xiao Yun can walk in this miasma, he must have some ability. Maybe he has a treasure in his hand that can expel the miasma.

"I don't have the ability to take so many people. Either leave or stay here." Xiao Yun looked indifferent.

Gu Jian's face turned gloomy.

You must know that the cost of cultivating a miasma poison martial arts cultivator is not ordinary. It will take a long time for Dongdian to cultivate these three thousand miasma poison martial arts cultivators, and the cost is even more astonishing.

If it weren't for the safe path this time, Gu Jian wouldn't have been able to bring out the Three Thousand Miasma Poison martial cultivators.

Xiao Yun could obviously drive away the miasma, but he was unwilling to do so. He obviously wanted to consume the miasma poisonous martial arts in their East Palace.

Gu Jian knew that Xiao Yun did it on purpose, but he couldn't do anything about Xiao Yun, which made him feel extremely unhappy.

"Wait for me. After I find a safe path, I will kill you first when I enter." Gu Jian felt a strong murderous intention in his heart.

Subsequently, Gu Jian sent out Miasma Poison martial cultivators to clear the way ahead.

Gu Jian's heart was bleeding as he watched the miasma poison martial cultivators fall to the ground one by one. He had consumed more than 500 miasma poison martial cultivators before finding Xiao Yun and others.

I originally thought that there would be no need to consume it, but in the end I had to continue to use these miasma poison martial arts.

Xiao Yuncai didn't bother to care about Gu Jian's mood. The reason why he and others were found was because of these miasma poisonous martial arts cultivators.

These miasma poison martial cultivators themselves have been infected by the poison for many years and have long lost consciousness. They are like puppets and only know how to obey simple orders.

They can no longer be called alive, so more of these miasma poisonous martial arts cultivators will die, which will only bring benefits to Xiao Yun but no harm.

After all, without the miasma martial arts cultivator, the sloppy old man and others would have no way to enter the miasma area.

"After we find a safe path and enter the ruins of the ancient gods, they will definitely not let us live." Xiao Yun sent a message to Di.

"I will do my best to protect you." Di Ting replied.

Xiao Yun looked at Di Ting with some surprise, because this was not like Di Ting's style. According to Di Ting's temper, he would definitely kill the sloppy old man with all his strength.

"Old ghost, I know you are eavesdropping." Diting said suddenly.

Xiao Yun couldn't help but look at the sloppy old man.

The sloppy old man smiled slightly shyly, as if he had been caught.

Suddenly, Xiao Yun understood why Di Ting had not communicated with him. This sloppy old man had a special ability to eavesdrop.

Xiao Yun stopped talking, and Di Ting also kept silent.

The sloppy old man glanced at Sheng Wufan and the others, and then smiled meaningfully.

Xiao Yun and others continued to move forward under the guidance of the Miasma Martial Arts cultivator.

Soon, Xiao Yun discovered the entrance to the safe path, because there were marks left by Ling Zhentian's parents. People who had not seen the jade slips would not be able to identify the marks.

Xiao Yun looked at the Miasma Poison martial arts cultivators and saw that there were still more than a thousand in number.

"Keep moving forward." Xiao Yun said.

"Not found yet?"

Gu Jian's expression became even more grim. He originally expected to lose about one thousand Miasma Poison martial arts cultivators, but now he lost two thousand.

"No." Xiao Yun said.

Gu Jian had no choice but to let Miasma Poison martial cultivator continue to open the way.

After walking all the way, there were still about 500 people. Xiao Yun stopped and said to Gu Jian: "Go back."

"Go back? Are you kidding us?" Gu Jian suddenly became angry and was about to attack Xiao Yun as he spoke, but was blocked by Jin Hu.

It was Jin Hu controlled by the sloppy old man who blocked him.

"You did it on purpose, right?" The sloppy old man looked at Xiao Yun.

"The ruins of the Ancient God are extremely dangerous. To ensure safety, I can only confirm carefully." Xiao Yun said casually.

"You obviously did it on purpose..." Gu Jian said angrily.

"Okay." The sloppy old man interrupted Gu Jian, frowned and said, "Don't waste time, find the way first."

Gu Jian glared at Xiao Yun fiercely.

Afterwards, the group returned to the previous place, and in the end there were only about thirty Miasma Poison martial cultivators left.

"Enter from here." Xiao Yun pointed to the entrance and said.

"You go first." Gu Jian said in a deep voice.

Xiao Yun was about to step in, but was stopped by the sloppy old man, "Wait a moment, let those miasma poison martial arts explore the way in front, you are in the middle, and we will follow at the end."

Gu Jian reacted instantly. He was so angry just now that the sloppy old man's approach was the right thing to do.

Miasma Martial Arts cultivator was arranged to lead the way in front, while Xiao Yun and others were in the middle, and the sloppy old man and others followed behind. A large group of people followed this road into the ruins of the ancient god.

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A handsome-looking but evil-looking young man appeared in the miasma. Looking at the miasma poisonous martial arts cultivators on the ground, he couldn't help but smile.

"Although the cultivation level is not high, the advantage is that there are enough numbers. The eighth heaven is better, there are cultivation resources everywhere, and there are so many gods..." Lao Hanfeng licked his lips on the stem, and his body suddenly turned into a The blood mist, and then he quickly swallowed it.

The Miasma poisonous martial cultivators lying on the ground were not completely dead. They still had their last breath left, but their death was not far away.

One by one, the miasmatic martial arts cultivators were being swallowed up, and the aura of Brando Hanfeng became stronger and stronger.

One Miasma Poison martial arts cultivator is nothing, but the combined power of three thousand Miasma Poison martial cultivators is extremely huge.

Continuously devouring it, Lao Hanfeng's aura climbed crazily.

"It's so happy, so happy..."

Lao Hanfeng laughed evilly, and suddenly his smile disappeared, replaced by a look of surprise. His nose couldn't help but twitch a few times, and then his expression became extremely complicated, "It turned out to be Xiao Yun's breath... How did it get there? I can meet you everywhere..."