Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Everywhere? Plus the relics opened at the core of the secret place, there will be no less than 20. Blood bat, you send orders. Your highness must get more than 10 transmission tokens before you can have some confidence in successfully obtaining that thing."

Blood red, long hair, even more enchanting brilliance in the pupils of young people.

"Yes, blood bat. But..." a trace of doubt flashed on the face of the figure in the blood robe.

"You are your Highness's brother. If you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly." the blood red young man with long hair, that is, his Highness the devil in the mouth of the blood bat, showed a trace of family affection on his face.

The blood bat looked upright, bowed his head and said, "no, your highness, the devil, your subordinates just don't know one thing. You only need one transmission order to enter the underground dragon tomb? Why did your highness get ten? This time, the Tianlong secret territory was opened, and each of the seven holy places and four countries of Shinto sent an elite team. I'm afraid it's very difficult to get ten transmission orders..."

"Besides... As your highness, I'm afraid you can't be aboveboard and compete with Shinto forces for the son of good luck?"

"Ha ha..." when he heard the blood bat's words, the devil laughed. "Do you think our sect has devoted itself to layout for many years in order to be a meaningless name? What son of Qi is just a false name. What's the use of our sect's rise again?"

"Why do we work so hard?" the blood bat was puzzled.

"We are looking for something that has been lost for tens of thousands of years... As for what it is, your highness can't tell you yet. As long as we get that thing, the rise of benzong is just around the corner... And..."

The devil's highness flicked his finger, and a circle of transparent spiritual shock was sent out. After sensing that there was no abnormality around, he flashed a sinister red light in his eyes and whispered, "For this matter, the patriarch has been operating for many years and has buried many foreshadows in many holy places and national forces. This time, many people will enter the Tianlong secret territory. Your highness wants you to contact someone..."

"Who? What's his name? Which faction does he belong to?" the blood bat bowed and asked.

"I don't know which faction he belongs to, let alone what his name is. When you see this sign, you will understand."

His Highness the devil quietly kneaded a hand and suddenly turned a pattern in front of the blood bat.

The pattern was very vague at the beginning, but it gradually became clear, forming a round figure, vaguely like a petal

Suddenly, the figure broke and disappeared.

"Do you see clearly?" his highness asked.

"Clear."

The blood bat nodded with surprise.

"Well, go." His Highness the devil closed his bloody eyes slowly.

"Yes, your highness!"

The blood bat bowed back, withdrew for a few feet, and suddenly jumped into the air. His body turned into a huge blood bat. After his wings vibrated, he disappeared into the sky

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Soon we got close to the location of the temple, which was a huge hall with a radius of several miles. However, it was built for a long time, the four sides were very dilapidated, there was dust everywhere, and there were signs of collapse in some places.

At the entrance of the temple, there is a high platform, in which a strange astrolabe pattern emits a dreamy light.

On one side of the high platform, there are seven light columns that can't reach the top at a glance. They intersect with the chart pattern below to form a huge cyclone.

It seems to communicate with another world, with waves of obscure waves shining around with the light.

The three stopped in front of the high platform. Zhen Wan was more cautious in his eyes and said, "Ye Feng, Miss Tang, this cyclone should be a channel to enter ancient ruins. Maybe the three of us should be separated temporarily."

"Why?" Ye Feng asked strangely.

"It is recorded in ancient books that only by passing the test can we enter the ancient ruins, and everyone must complete the test independently. The cyclone here will send us in separately. But it doesn't matter. As long as we can pass the test, we can meet inside." Zhen Wan explained.

"How's it going? Are you coming in?"

"Of course!"

Ye Feng shook Tang chuxue's hand. The latter also nodded firmly,.

Since we have come to the entrance of ancient relics, how can we not seize such an opportunity?

Every time the underground dragon tomb is opened, there will not be many people entering. Only those who get the transmission order are qualified. Whether they can enter the underground dragon tomb is very important for competing for the "son of Qi luck".

"Go in. I'll go first!"

With these words, Zhen Wan quickly swept towards the cyclone, and his figure lost its trace in an instant.

"Chuxue, don't care if you can get benefits. Everything should focus on saving yourself." Ye Feng looked at Tang chuxue a little heavy and said.

"Don't worry, I won't be rash." Tang chuxue nodded calmly, smiled suddenly and said, "I'm not as unbearable as you think..."

Seeing this, Ye Feng was slightly relieved. After looking at Tang chuxue, he moved and plunged into the cyclone

Ye Feng's eyes were bright and dark, the light was shining, and he felt a little dizzy. When he completely stabilized, he had found himself in a strange place.

This is a small space. The two sides are like cages, but the middle is covered with a layer of gray fog. The field of vision is only a few feet.

Ye Feng stood in place and realized it with his spiritual power. There was a strange fluctuation of vitality in the gray fog. Even his spiritual power could not reach far.

"What the hell is this?"

He thought that the test was to kill monsters, but at present, it seems that this is not the case.

In that case, it must have another role in the gray fog that can suppress the vision of divine consciousness.

The spirit is fully stimulated, and Ye Feng carefully observes the surroundings.

The front, back, left and right are hazy, just like being in the cloud mountain and fog sea. Even if he tries his best to stimulate his spiritual power, he doesn't feel anything.

This strange feeling of being in an unknown area and seeing nothing clearly made Ye Feng feel a strong sense of crisis.

Moreover, it is obvious that the transmission array is very mysterious, which transmits each martial artist into an independent space. As Zhen Wan said, the assessment in ancient relics can only be completed independently. To pass the assessment, you must completely rely on your own ability.

In that case, you can't stay here. It will only waste time.

As he watched carefully, he walked slowly towards the.

The gray fog sea in front of us is rolling, and the fluctuation of vitality is becoming more and more prosperous.

Just as Ye Feng set foot in a certain range, suddenly, there was a palpitating roar, the fog sea rolled, and all the gray fog condensed into a tall demon puppet in an instant, fighting towards Ye Feng