Mad Martial War Emperor

Wu Ji Shenzun never thought of dying in the hands of an unfathomable mystery ghost, his body gradually twisted, shivering, his face terrified, and fell into the black blood mist.

Ye Qinghan squinted at the poisonous puppet in the depths. With a big wave of his hand, he mobilized World Strength to separate the poisonous puppets. It was full of bonbons, thorns and black trees, all of which were unborn creatures, and the wild ghost was standing. On the mountainside, his face is more horrible than Wu Jishen, but it can be clearly seen that he is an individual, only to be attacked by poison qi will it become like this!

Ye Qinghan looked at the ghost, his arm was broken and he did n’t even bleed, and his clothes were rotten, but the waistband made him pump shrank, because the change color and appearance were corroded by the poisonous pupa, it was impossible to determine, but it seemed a bit familiar a feeling of.

The ghost seems to be looking at Ye Qinghan, his eyes are cold and cruel.

The poison qi overlaps quickly, covering the ghosts.

Ye Qinghan waved his hand again, separating the drug lords, but the wild ghost disappeared.

Hu hu hu!

Ye Qinghan’s breathing changed a bit, and his appearance returned to his original appearance. Like a giant, he stretched out his hand and held Dijie Sword, no longer controlling Wu Jishen, he turned and rushed away in the direction of the great desert.

shua ~ shua ~ shua ~!

Ye Qinghan walked along the ancient trees on the mountain, and met the deity and mad monarchs and the alien powerhouse in the desert outside the place where the aliens gathered, but it was peaceful and nodded.

Master Kui Hu was excited, as if he had seen his ancestors.

“Young Master! Welcome Young Master!” Master Kui Hu knelt on one knee, put a stone sword in his hands, and brought it to Avatar.

Ye Qinghan Avatar silently took the stone sword, and then threw Wu Jishen’s weapon to Gu Qingyu, and this time he added another weapon.

“I’ll go to Zhongjun Mountain,” Ye Qinghan Avatar said flatly.

The deity is nodded. After so long, it’s time to visit Yan Ao.

“Let’s go with Huang Peng.” The deity waved out the Huang Peng in the Great Monument.

Huang Peng was excited at 10000 points at the moment, and it was not so difficult to kill two Realm Masters at once.

Ye Qinghan didn’t want to fight against Huang Peng. It seemed easy to kill 2 Realm Masters this time, but he didn’t know that there were too many factors.

First, here and now, there are only 2 Realm Masters, and the enemy is scattered.

The 2 and 6 Demons are too jealous and afraid of the lord, and they are scared by the lord’s name. In addition, he alone has no courage to face the lord alone, and so many people are holding siege with pseudo-spheres. There are also 2 Great Perfection powerhouses holding the boundary device, and then entangled by star-vines.

As for the Supreme Emperor Wu Ji, Ye Qinghan himself could not have imagined that he would die in the poisonous urn. That wild ghost sharp claw pierced the defense, pierced the internal organs, poison qi was overbearing, and instantly blocked the whole body, even the soul. Can’t run away, died so miserably, maybe the Will of Heavens.

But when the other 4 Realm Masters come back, they will be different. They are so brave. I am afraid it is not so laborious to kill them. Then they can kill them with Avatar.

Ye Qinghan Avatar shook the head with a bitter smile, turned the time and space with a wasteland and quickly disappeared.

Zhongjun Mountain, towering and heavy, with a mighty spirit swinging to the four sides, the mountains are undulating, as if a giant dragon is looking up, the center of a mountain is the highest, and the rest of the mountains are all around, such as 4 birds towards the phoenix and 10000 dragon worship.

The foot of the mountain is like a large basin. There is a mountain in the center of the basin, but there is no rainwater. As for the specific reason, it must be because Ling Yan moved his hands and feet here, and the proud tomb was buried here.

This place seems to be a natural Eight Divinatory Array. Every mountain and every ancient tree is very regularly distributed.

A grave is located in the center of the basin, next to the foot of the mountain. The tombstone is not high, only about 2 people tall, and the head of the grave is even shorter. If you don’t pay attention, you really can’t find this place is a grave.

The grave was all around with thorns and weeds, and it seemed that no one had visited for many years.

Half a month later, Ye Qinghan and Huang Peng appeared in the Zhongjun Mountain Basin. He flashed down, descended from a small mountain top, and landed in front of the tombstone. The tombstone had been wrapped in thorns and was very desolate.

The tombstone is engraved with 4 large characters of ‘Tomb of Yan’ao, and there is a row of small words below. Take a closer look. It actually engraved the achievements of Yan’ao’s life, countless battles, countless battle results, one after another, except Ling Yan, really few people can remember the glorious life of Yan Ao!

Hey……

Ye Qinghan and Huang Peng sighed at the same time, sighing arrogantly, sighing Ling Yan, the heroes loved each other, but had to kill each other.

“Yan proud second brother, the boss came to see you!” Huang Peng kneeled in front of the tombstone, pulling out the thorns and weeds one by one with both hands, clearing the tombstone, and his mood was very low.

Ye Qinghan stared at the tombstone with a pout, waved the thorns away from all around, and looked around, but couldn’t see anything that could puzzle him.

“Don’t worry, you will let go, I will open the grave, post-mortem!” Ye Qinghan said firmly.

Huang Peng startedled, turned to look at Ye Qinghan, and said quickly, “Boss, isn’t it good to disturb the second brother now?”

“No, I want to see his body with my own eyes.” Ye Qinghan shook the head, looking down at the stone tablet, World Strength diffused, erasing the nearby Formula and rune, uprooting the stone tablet, and the stone on the grave shattered , Exposed a pair of bronze coffins, I do not know how many years have been sealed, was isolated by the Formation, has not been destroyed.

Hua!

Ye Qinghan reached out to take out the bronze coffin, took a deep breath, and was very nervous. He retracted the coffin, first backed away, and the smell was gone.

Huang Peng 2 lost his eyes, looked at the coffin, and walked nervously towards the coffin.

Ye Qinghan’s eyes stared into the coffin. Divine glow flashed in his eyes, approaching step by step, his heart was almost jumping out.

“Impossible! Ling Yan can’t even distinguish between living and dead!” Ye Qinghan lowered his voice and yelled, facing a trace of pain and sadness, and a trace of fluke and anticipation, very contradictory.

Hey!

Huang Peng saw the contents of the coffin, took a few steps back, and was shocked.

“Where is the body of the second brother?” Huang Peng murmured.

There was only one bloody garment in the coffin and nothing else! Yan Ao’s body was not inside at all.

“Ling Yan can’t deceive me. He absolutely buried Yan Ao here, but what about Yan Ao?” Ye Qinghan peered at the bronze coffin, and his five fingers pierced the bronze, his eyes flashed cold light.

“Boss, is the second brother still alive? Ah? Hahahaha … Doesn’t the corpse mean that he is still alive?” Huang Peng asked excitedly, like a ten-year-old child, full of expectations.

Ye Qinghan didn’t have any joy, even pain.

Huang Peng froze, looking at Ye Qinghan’s face, and frowned and asked, “Boss, Yan Ao, the second brother is not dead, shouldn’t you be happy?”

Ye Qinghan smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the blood cloak, and took off a waist patch from the waist of the blood cloak, which looks a little like the waist patch of the wild ghost man. If the wild ghost man is really proud, you can imagine, so How many years has he suffered?