Peerless God of War

"Boom"

The huge golden gate opened and clusters of dazzling golden light shone out. The golden light fell on the people, making their spiritual power surging. In a short time, everyone noticed that their breath had become strong unconsciously.

"This..."

Everyone's eyes were frozen, and then there was a dazzling brilliance in their eyes. Their eyes were very hot. Although it is not clear what is in the hall, it is just some golden light, which will increase their spiritual power. There must be something wonderful in it.

"Rush."

Some martial arts practitioners couldn't bear the greed in their hearts. With a flash of their body, they rushed towards the slowly opened door.

"Those who break into the main hall are killed." a ruthless voice came, followed by a huge golden palm stretched out from the golden gate. The palm was hundreds of feet huge, and the space under the palm print trembled. It seemed to be the hand of an immortal God, with awesome majesty.

"Boom"

The palm fell, the world boiled, and those forward martial arts turned into blood fog in an instant.

Seeing this scene, everyone turned pale. It was the strong man of hundreds of forged souls. It was terrible that he was killed in an instant.

"The bearer of the keepsake enters." the voice came again, and a vague golden light should still emerge. Between them, the light and shadow palm waved gently, the light flowed, and the tokens flew back to the holder's hand again.

"Hey, hey, it seems that the life of the blood demon will be hard." Gu Feng grabbed the tokens of Tianyi clan and snake Terran clan in his hand, with a smile of schadenfreude on his face.

Beside the blood demon spirit, ten tokens were suspended. So many tokens attracted everyone's attention in an instant. There was a greedy and malicious light in those eyes.

The blood devil spirit's pale and cold face was also slightly changed. Of course, he could detect the eyes around him, with a trace of killing intention.

"You guys, I only need three tokens. As for the others, you can distribute them by yourself." the blood demon was not a fool. He noticed the surrounding crowd and picked out three of them. In the palm of his hand, he sent out the remaining three tokens.

"The blood demon spirit seems hard to deal with." Gu Feng frowned.

Shuiqianrou glanced at the ancient wind: "the geniuses of all ethnic groups are like human spirits when they enter here. Which is a fool. Even Huang Fu Ruoyun looks careless, but he is as smart and terrible."

Gu Feng smiled awkwardly and nodded. Although he has experienced life and death, his character is far more mature than his peers. However, compared with these talents born in large families and cultivated by major forces, they sometimes have to be hit.

"But then we have to be careful. The blood demon spirit is very smart. No matter who finally gets those tokens, he has to accept his favor, which is not a good thing for us." shuiqianrou said in a deep voice.

"HMM." Gu Feng nodded and seven tokens, but his power must be not weak when he finally competed for everything. It would not be a good thing if this man helped the blood demon spirit to fight them at that time.

When they talked about the ancient customs here, the war also broke out. Seven tokens made the war break out there. The figure jumped out and grabbed the token. However, before they were caught, hundreds of attacks fell, and those who shot were killed in an instant.

Such and such competition is really fierce. There is a spiritual riot. Martial arts collide in the air, and violent energy fluctuations spread. In a short time, nearly 100 people were killed.

"This is the snake people's token. You take it. You don't know what will happen when you go in, so it's safer for us to go in." Gu Feng handed the snake people's token to Shuiqian judo. This is not the old custom of selfishness, but there are too many dangers in the golden hall. There are two blood demons at home. It's difficult for others to fight with them, let alone compete for inheritance.

Some martial arts practitioners who already have tokens, except a few, have very strong cultivation skills. After those who want to rob their tokens are killed, no one comes near them anymore.

Holding the token, the men abandoned towards the golden gate. As soon as the light flashes, as soon as the earthquake ripples spread, their figure disappears.

"Go, we'll go in too." the ancient wind and shuiqianrou looked at each other and rushed into the golden gate.

The bright light beam disappeared without a trace in an instant. The ancient wind only felt that his eyes suddenly became dark, making him feel unreal.

Here is another world, silent, dark, even his heartbeat is listening gently everywhere. The ancient wind's divine sense was released, and his eyebrows could not help but wrinkle. There was nothing around him, and even the water qianrou disappeared.

"Is it separated?" this is not a good thing. Unknown areas are full of unknown dangers. Only when we are together can we support each other. That will be better. Now, everything depends on ourselves.

In the eyes of the ancient wind, the two Qi of life and death flow, and the dark space gradually becomes clear.

This is a huge channel. The material of the channel is extremely hard. The ancient wind tried it, but it is difficult to leave traces on it with his strength. Moreover, when he bombarded the channel, the lines on it would emit bursts of light, with a strong smell, which blocked his attack.

The ancient wind looked at those lines and his eyes twinkled. Once upon a time, there was a kind of extremely powerful people who could not cultivate spiritual power by nature, but had another terrible ability, that is, depicting inscription patterns. They are very similar to the spirit array masters. The inscriptions they depict have terrible power. Even if the soul power is strong enough, the inscriptions they depict can destroy the strong in Nirvana.

However, this powerful kind of people is like a flash in the pan. After a short period of brilliance, they disappear without a trace. Even the whole HuangXuan region no longer has any Ming patterns painted by the Ming pattern master. But what Gu Feng didn't expect was that he actually saw the legendary inscription here, and he had such terrible power.

The ancient wind's palm touched the inscriptions, and the palm touched the road. It was nothing special, but a moment later, he actually felt the spiritual power in his body riot, break out and rush towards the inscriptions.

"This......" Gu Feng's face changed and hurriedly retreated. But even so, there are still a lot of spiritual power turned into spiritual silk thread, which flew out along her and integrated into the inscription pattern.