"Next time we meet, you and I will be merciless, and I won't miss any opportunity again!"

Scarlet-Blooded Shenjiang didn't stay long. The moment the battle ended, he quickly turned around and flew away.

Chic to the extreme, pretentious to the extreme!

Jiang Ning was so excited to see it.

It's all the fault of Wang Tianbao at the back, otherwise he could have appeared domineeringly, instantly suppressed those inexplicable foreign monks, and made a splash!

Looking back at this moment, there are at least dozens of talented people gathered here.

There is also a hidden realm, which obviously does not come through the door of life and death!

As for the other trash monks, there are even more, as numerous as ants!

There are at least tens of thousands of monks gathered around this saint's tomb alone!

"I didn't take advantage of the numerous opportunities, but I came to snatch the saint's tomb that I like!"

"Are you very talented?"

Jiang Ning gritted his teeth. He had seen the miserable situation of Chen Jienan and his gang below.

If I had arrived about half an hour later, I'm afraid all my brothers would have died!

Although it’s just a matter of a few Yang-Returning Pills.

But the fear of dying cannot be eliminated by the Huanyang Pill!

At this moment, the brothers and sisters below all looked frightened for the rest of their lives. They had obviously suffered all the torture between life and death!

"Want to leave?"

Seeing that some of the prodigies from outside the region were turning around and about to run away, Jiang Ning snorted coldly and slapped the Qiankun bag with his palm.

Immediately, all 80,000 Yin zombie puppets were released, and they were like heavenly soldiers and generals, instantly surrounding the entire Saint's Tomb!

With the power of his spiritual thoughts, he can mobilize up to 10,000 heads at a time.

But who said he can only mobilize it?

"Blood slave, keep an eye on these ungrateful people for me!"

A blood essence coffin was casually released from the ring. As the coffin lid opened, a bright red Yin corpse appeared. It was the blood slave who had been refined by the new sacrifice of the Black Cave Ming - Ji Shi!

But compared to before, Ji Shi now has a head again.

This head is made of special materials and is indestructible. I have to say that Heikoku Mingzun’s craftsmanship is really good. The head he created is almost the same as Ji Shi’s original appearance!

Today's blood slave is not only his slave, but also the corpse king among all the Inferi puppets!

With the appearance of the blood slaves, the 80,000 Yin corpse puppets that had just been released seemed to have gained spiritual intelligence, like real living people. They released infinite pressure in an instant, causing many of the surrounding cultivators from outside the territory to lose their strength.

Yes, he was shocked and bleeding from all his orifices!

"The person who hurt me still wants to leave?"

Jiang Ning glanced coldly at the tens of thousands of monks, then turned around and fell downwards.

Raising his hand, he released countless pill bottles, most of which were Yang-Returning Pills. He directly used the Yang-Returning Pills to heal his injuries. Only his brothers could enjoy such a luxury!

Not only the Yang Return Pill, but also the loss of other treasures such as the sure-kill talisman, he also replenished.

After all the brothers were settled, watching them sit down and recover from their injuries, and releasing ten Taoist puppets to protect them, Jiang Ning nodded with relief, and then looked towards the entrance of the tomb.

He had already seen that Murong Ning'er was trapped in the restriction!

"What a death penalty in the Holy Sepulchre!"

When Jiang Ning touched this layer of restriction, his fingers felt like they were being burned, and the sense of ominous curse in the blood in his body was instantly strengthened!

This is not a restriction to protect the saint's tomb, but more like a layer of restriction used to suppress and imprison.

And this ban is only the outermost layer. Going further into the tomb, there will definitely be more and stronger death bans!

"It seems that the dead ghost is right. This place is indeed used to imprison the last mad saint in ancient times!"

"These restrictions are to ensure that the mad saint dies here and prevent him from gaining freedom and causing trouble to the people!"

"There must be his bones in the grave! You did a great job!"

Jiang Ning glanced appreciatively at Murong Ning'er inside the confinement.

At this moment, this woman was literally bursting into tears.

There is a feeling of excitement of being reunited with myself after a disaster.

"How strange!"

Jiang Ning nodded towards Murong Ning'er to reassure her, and then carefully studied this layer of restrictions.

Inside this layer of restriction, a huge tearing force was coming out, as if it wanted to suck him in!

"I have a feeling that as long as I go in, you can be released!"

Jiang Ning frowned slightly. This feeling was very real, as if this saint's tomb was selecting a successor!

Murong Ning'er's qualifications are considered the strongest among Chen Jienan's group.

After all, he has trained me personally!

So as soon as the tomb came up, Murong Ning'er was sucked into it.

But now that he is here, the tomb immediately changes its target and wants to drag him in!

But you are just a mad saint's tomb, how can you have the courage to choose me?

I, Jiang Ning, have always chosen others!

"Stay back!"

Jiang Ning said something to Murong Ning'er, then quickly accumulated the spiritual energy in his body, took out the Ancient Dragon Abyss Sword directly from the Divine Sea World, and struck the restriction with one sword.

However, even with the impact of the eight ancient dragon king souls, this layer of restrictions only shook slightly and could not be broken!

As for using Sister Sword Spirit's sword intent... forget it, I'm afraid it might accidentally injure Murong Ning'er inside.

"Forget it, let's have a competition among saints!"

Jiang Ning took a deep breath, suddenly raised the bird's leg in his hand, and smashed it against the restriction with a loud bang.

This time, the restriction shattered with a click, and the saint's breath collided, and the bird's legs were slightly better!

Murong Ning'er inside regained her freedom and immediately rushed towards him and threw herself into his arms.

"I said, follow me and nothing will happen to you!"

Jiang Ning snorted confidently, stared at the darkness deeper at the entrance to the tomb, and turned to look at the foreign monks who couldn't leave.

This time, Wang Tianbao was honest and stopped outside the Inferi puppets. He seemed to be waiting for him to finish his business. At the same time, he also looked at the Inferi puppets curiously. It seemed that he could control so many puppets.

Very surprised!

what is this?

The Lord of the Black Cave has said that with the strength of the blood slaves, it is no problem to mobilize millions of Inferi at once!

"Whoever bullied my brother, get out!"

Jiang Ning held Murong Ning'er in her arms and looked at the monks with murderous eyes.

What a bold bunch, not even mentioning that they dare to steal the saint's tomb from Jiang Shaozu.

He also beat his brothers into this miserable state!

Fortunately, Murong Ning'er was sucked into the saint's tomb. If she was outside the restriction, wouldn't she have been seriously injured and dying?

How heartbroken does that make me feel?

"Are your hands okay? Just fine. These little hands are going to be useless. Who will give me a massage in the future?"

Jiang Ning rubbed Murong Ning'er's jade hands with lingering fear, and with a cry, she grabbed the bird's legs and pointed at the monks.

"Do you want me to say it a second time? If I catch you out, it won't be as simple as death!"

The crowd was restless.

Almost everyone watched him and Wang Tianbao fighting while coming.

At this time, most of the monks were already afraid, and many were ready to run away.
Chapter completed!