God-slaughtering King

With a wave of Hong Chang's big hand, a colorful auspicious cloud flew out of his sleeve and turned into a ten thousand feet in the blink of an eye.

"Good treasure!"

Nanmen Feng's eyes shone, and he also had many treasures, but what he lacked was the treasure of flying by foot.

As elder Hong landed on the auspicious cloud, others flew up and down one after another, looking for an open space to sit down cross legged.

The speed of auspicious clouds is very fast, which is much faster than that of ordinary strong people in the heaven.

"There are still three days away from the God tomb. You can meditate and nourish your spirit."

Hong Changlao said.

Everyone nodded and entered the God tomb, which would really lose their lives. Judging from the number of disciples who returned from entering the God tomb in the past, it is lucky that 30% of these 5000 or 6000 people can return from entering the God tomb.

So everyone is excited and worried at the same time.

Nanmen Feng also felt the depressed atmosphere, but he had a lot of means to protect his life, but he didn't worry too much. At this time, what he thought in the sea of his forehead was his fiancee Bai Yimeng.

"I don't know if Yimeng has made a breakthrough."

The Maple Road in the South Gate gave a sound.

Looking at the mountains and rivers rapidly swept back below, nanmenfeng was a little bored, and others meditated one after another, but he couldn't sit down at ease. Bored, he had to write inscriptions casually.

I saw nine star inscriptions shining out.

For Nanmen maple, depicting the nine star inscription is too simple. It can be completed in a few breaths, and the real yuan consumed by depicting the nine star inscription is almost negligible.

With one mind and two purposes, the body absorbs the refined heaven and earth yuan force, which is enough to offset the true yuan consumed in depicting the nine star inscription.

At first, everyone was surprised at Nanmen Feng's behavior. As the day passed, everyone ignored Nanmen Feng.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

When a land of yellow sand appeared in front of us, everyone seemed to open their eyes with induction.

Nanmen Maple also stopped the action of depicting the inscription and looked forward. Under the boundless yellow sand, there were broken walls and even white bones.

Far away, Nanmen Feng and others saw that there were tens of thousands of people in the sky.

Everyone's mind suddenly tightened.

When the auspicious cloud fell, elder Hong Tong greeted the leaders of the sects.

Nanmen Feng hurriedly looked around, but found that there were no ethereal disciples of Xianzong, and the disciples of Tianzong did not come.

"Martial uncle Nanmen, here are the eight wasteland sect and the Yan sect in the southern region of Zhongzhou, there are the demon sect in the western region, and the other sects are small and medium-sized sects."

A man standing next to Nanmen Feng pointed to the opposite crowd and said.

Nanmen Feng nodded solemnly.

In the eight wasteland sect, Nanmen Feng has experienced the strength of the disciples of his sect, and his physical body is in a mess. Although Yanzong and the demon sect in the western regions have not competed, they can be ranked among the top ten sects in the Xuanwu mainland, so it is needless to say the strength of the disciples of his sect.

Not long after, Tianzong's people also came. They took a disc flying treasure. Nanmen Maple saw Chu Youran. They looked at each other and smiled. It was a greeting.

After half a cup of tea, two huge streamers came from the left and right of the horizon.

On the left is a huge sword. The body of the sword is full of light, and there are dense figures on it. It is the supreme sword sect. I see that each disciple of the supreme sword sect carries a divine sword behind him, just like the arrival of God.

The glow on the right shrouded him like an immortal coming down to earth. He was dignified. It was the people of the ethereal immortal sect who came.

Nanmen Maple saw Bai Yimeng standing in the crowd at a glance. Bai Yimeng also noticed him. They looked at each other and smiled, causing many ethereal Xianzong to look at Nanmen Maple with a cold flash in their eyes.

"Is he Yimeng's fiance?"

"It's really poor and weak."

Many male disciples of the ethereal immortal sect swept coldly at the South Gate maple.

In the ethereal Xianzong, Bai Yimeng is the first beauty. She exists like a fairy. How many gifted demons pursue her are ruthlessly rejected by her.

Now, seeing that a fairy who has always been regarded as a goddess has a fiance suddenly aroused the envy and killing intention of many people.

Hearing the undisguised ridicule of the people around, Bai Yimeng frowned slightly and was worried.

Hum

Not long after, the sky appeared a glow, followed by the distortion of space. Everyone looked up at the sky and saw a huge and boundless south gate floating in front of everyone.

Everyone was surprised to see this scene.

There are countless broken walls on the ground of the south gate. This picture just flashes by. What people see is not very real.

Before the reaction, the space in the sky was twisted into a rotating vortex, which was ten thousand feet in size.

"Ha ha, I'm the demon sect of the western regions first!"

With that, I saw thousands of disciples of the demon sect in the western regions fly out together and drill into the vortex.

"I'm also one step ahead of the eight wasteland sect."

"And I, Yanzong."

One door after another flew into the vortex.

"Let's go too."

Hong Changlao said, the Shenzong disciples flew out together, and the South Gate Maple also flew up, but he turned his head and looked at Bai Yimeng not far away.

The latter nodded heavily.

After entering the vortex, Nanmen Maple felt a pulling force and hurried to run the cultivation to resist. This pulling force can tear the ordinary three peaks of the congenital golden elixir into pieces.

"No wonder only the strong above rongtianjing come in."

The Maple Road in the South Gate gave a sound.

Poof!

Following Nanmen Feng, he felt his feet on the ground, and the sound of things falling to the ground came from time to time.

When Nanmen Feng calmed down, he found that many disciples around him fell seven meat and eight vegetables, with a pale face.

"The number is less than half."

After staying steady, Nanmen Feng glanced and found that there were only nearly a thousand Shenzong disciples around, including many other sect disciples.

They gather together and guard against each other.

"All martial brothers, now the two elders are separated from us when transmitting. In my opinion, senior brother Gao Cheng will lead the team for the time being."

A young man said loudly.

"Elder martial brother Gao Cheng is the seven strong man in Huatian territory. He leads the team. I agree."

"Yes, senior brother Gao Cheng will lead the team."

They spoke one after another. No one objected. They followed a slightly obese middle-aged man out. After a few words, they proposed that they go deep together. They agreed.

"Martial uncle Nanmen, why don't you go?"

Just as they were about to leave, someone found Nanmen Feng standing still and asked in surprise.

"You go, I'll act alone."

Nanmen Feng said.

This remark immediately aroused the sneer of many Shenzong disciples. There are dangers everywhere in the Shenzhong. If there is no teamwork, it will become a dead soul in a short time.

"Martial uncle Nanmen really has a personality."

"Forget it, don't wait for him. Let's go."

"Yes, there is a supreme elder at the door. No one cares about your life or death in this God tomb."

Everyone sneered and left one after another. Where would they care about the life and death of Nanmen Feng.

Other sects had already left, and now only Nanmen Feng stood alone. However, what depressed Nanmen Feng was that he had not seen the people of the ethereal Xianzong for a long time.

"It seems that Yimeng has been transmitted to other places."

Nanmen Maple's heart sank.

The God tomb is too big, not much different from the Xuanwu continent, and there are many crises in it. It's very difficult to find Bai Yimeng.

After waiting for a while, Nanmen Feng thought about it before leaving. Of course, the direction he left was not the direction of Shenzong disciples.

There are desolate places everywhere. The cold wind swept through the sand dunes. It is unspeakably desolate and bleak. There is a breath of vicissitudes and decay filled the whole world.

The sky is also dark gray, giving people a feeling of depression.

In a mountain forest, Nanmen Maple walked carefully. On his shoulder, the small mink looked around nervously with a pair of big eyes.

On both sides of the South Gate maple, there are two second-class white wolves.

Looking at the woods in the mountain forest, they are bare, without a leaf, and the trunk is gray, without a breath of life.

This piece of mountain forest is very big. Nanmen Maple feels that it has walked hundreds of miles and there is no end.

唦唦唦唦!

At this time, there was a sudden rustling sound in front of him. The South Gate Maple looked suddenly tight. Looking up, he saw a wolf shaped monster with a gray body and a size of about ten feet staring at him coldly.

Strangely, the wolf demon's eyes are blood red and have no pupils!

"The sixth grade of xuanjie."

Nanmen Feng breathed a sigh of relief. The wolf demon rushed over in an instant. Without Nanmen Feng's hands, a white wolf beside him also rushed over, and the sharp claw directly cut the wolf demon's head.

Gray black blood flowed out, and the wolf demon couldn't die anymore.

"It's real life, but it's a little different."

The South Gate Maple whispered. It was obvious that the wolf demon had been in the God tomb for a long time and had changed.

"I just don't know if I can control it."

The maple in the South Gate whispered, and his eyes glittered with fine awn. If he could control it, he could gradually expand and create an army of monsters.

In that case, it would not be as timid as it is now.

Bang bang!

Not long after walking, nanmenfeng heard the sound of someone fighting, and his mind moved and quietly lurked in the past.

Two men in black robes were playing hard. It seemed that they were the same sect, and there was a cave beside them.

Nanmen Feng suddenly realized that they obviously found the cave, and then they had a big fight.

Their accomplishments are not very high. One Rongtian is four fold, and the other Rongtian is five fold.

The men in the four levels of rongtianjing were obviously suppressed everywhere. If they were not protected by treasures, they would have been injured by another person. Even so, they would be difficult to support for too long.

Sure enough, after the five men in rongtianjing clenched their teeth and made the strongest blow, they smashed each other's life-saving things, and the magic soldiers instantly cut into each other's heart.

"Younger martial brother Zhang, who let you and I find this cave at the same time? Blame it if you want to compete with me."

After putting away the storage ring, the five strong man in Rongtian territory looked around and was about to enter the cave when he suddenly saw a man coming with two white wolves.

"Melt the sky?"

When the man saw the cultivation of Nanmen Feng, he immediately sneered. As for the two second-class white wolves, he didn't pay attention to them. His body flashed and killed them directly.

The maple face in the south gate was cold, and the Ruyi stick was cut out directly.

Boom!

The man was directly smashed by a powerful force and vomited blood. He didn't expect that a boy with a heavy heaven in front of him should have such terrible power.

The White Wolf went up and killed the other party. Nanmen Feng put away the other party's storage ring and bent his fingers. Two flames fell on their bodies and soon burned to ashes.

Nanmen Feng walked towards the cave.