A white old man wearing a green robe, riding a goat the size of an elephant, crossed a distance of hundreds of miles and rushed to the entrance of the Tomb of the Dead God first.
The origin of this old man is very astonishing. He is the leader of a saint family. He is four hundred years old and is also a famous presence in the Eastern Region.
"boom!"
However, the old valve master was attacked by a strange force at the entrance. He failed to break in and was instead knocked backwards.
Seeing this scene, the monks who wanted to break into the Tomb of the Dead God stopped one after another.
"what happened?"
"The power of the Tomb of the God of Death is not used to suppress the undead so that they cannot escape. Now, why is it reversed... Living creatures cannot break in."
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Zhang Ruochen and Han Xue also stopped and hid not far from the entrance to the Tomb of the God of Death.
Zhang Ruochen stared at the old man riding a lark, and quickly guessed the man's identity, and whispered: "This man should be the head of the Tao Sheng clan.
"The Tao Sheng Clan is one of the more than ten saint sects in the Falling God Mountain Range, with a history of thousands of years. Such a big event in the Falling God Mountain Range must have alarmed them. The leader of the Tao Sheng Clan,
It’s not surprising that he appears here.”
Han Xue asked: "Master, the head of the Tao Sheng clan, what are you doing here?"
"This place, called Tomb of the God of Death, is a medieval ruins. In the past, this place was an extremely dangerous forbidden place. Once you break in, you can't escape."
"But now, most of the undead in the Tomb of the God of Death have come outside to attack the Liangyi Sect. Therefore, the danger level of the Tomb of the God of Death has also been reduced.
"It must be because there are extraordinary treasures in the Tomb of the God of Death that these people are attracted here."
"It is said that the old lord of the Taosheng clan only has a few years left to live. It is probably because the end of his life is approaching, so he has to come to the Tomb of the God of Death to look for opportunities to extend his life," Zhang Ruochen analyzed.
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The body of the old master of the Taosheng clan exuded an incomparable surge of holy energy, and the white hair on his head seemed to have turned into thousands of blades, swaying rapidly in the air, making the sound of breaking wind like swords.
"I have lived for four hundred and seventeen years. I have cultivated as an ordinary person and become a saint. I don't believe that I can't break through the prison of the ghost king. The ghost kings in the Tomb of the God of Death, the more they don't want outsiders to break in, the more obvious it is.
, there must be a magic medicine to bring the dead back to life."
The old head of the Tao Sheng clan widened his holy eyes, summoned the rules of the holy way, and slapped the void with his palm.
Just in front of the old master of the Taosheng clan, a black light curtain appeared, connecting the sky and the earth, blocking him out.
At the position of his palm, the black light curtain sunk in, forming a rapidly rotating vortex.
"The magic medicine that brings the dead back to life?"
Hearing the words of the old master of the Taosheng clan, Zhang Ruochen showed a surprised expression.
In the Kunlun world, there have always been legends of "resurrection medicine" and "immortality medicine". However, even in the Middle Ages, when the gods were still there, these two medicines were rare and only appeared occasionally.
.Moreover, every time it appears, it is just a rumor, and no one has actually seen it.
How did the old head of the Tao Sheng clan know that the Tomb of the Dead God contained a magic medicine that could bring the dead back to life?
At this moment, a graceful figure took advantage of the chaos and rushed under the black light curtain, took a step forward, crossed over, and disappeared.
Immediately, dozens of figures stepped across the black light curtain and rushed into the Tomb of the God of Death.
One of them spread the news: "When attacked by a saint, the ghost king's imprisonment will become weaker, and monks below the saint can break in."
Upon hearing this news, the Semi-Saints and Fish-Dragon Realm monks who were hiding in the darkness used their body skills and headed straight towards the black light curtain.
Zhang Ruochen and Han Xue naturally crossed the black light curtain immediately and entered the interior of the Tomb of the God of Death.
Behind him, there was a shrill scream, and the sound spread throughout the world.
On the ground, the originally dark soil was about to turn into blood red. Zhang Ruochen looked back and saw that the old head of the Taosheng clan was suppressed to the ground by the beautiful ghost king in a blood red robe.
The beautiful ghost king's eyes were cold and devoid of any humanity. She inserted five slender fingers directly into the head of the old master of the Taosheng clan and pulled out a holy soul.
The old head of the Taosheng clan finally fell, and his body fell limply to the ground.
"Chichi!"
The beautiful Ghost King put her hands together and used the will-o'-the-wisp to refine the holy soul into a snow-white elixir. She held the elixir between her two slender fingers and swallowed it into her mouth.
Every movement she makes is extremely elegant and full of beauty.
"A powerful lord actually fell like this, and even his holy soul was taken away."
Zhang Ruochen only felt numbness on his scalp and his heart was beating continuously.
That was a saint, an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years. He was many times more powerful than Zhang Ruochen. He died unexpectedly before he even entered the Tomb of the God of Death. How could he not make people feel frightened?
Suddenly, the beautiful ghost king turned around and stared in the direction of the Tomb of the God of Death. A pair of pupils shot out two sword-like light shuttles, hitting Zhang Ruochen and another direction respectively.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen felt an extremely dangerous feeling, and all the hairs on his body stood up. He immediately used Han Xue to move through space and dodge away.
"Bang!"
Another light shuttle hit an undead vampire half-saint, shattering it into a ball of blood mist.
Zhang Ruochen rushed to the side of the blood mist, used the Ruyi Treasure Vase to collect a ball of semi-holy light into the bottle, and then rushed towards the depths of the Tomb of the Dead God.
Because there was a layer of imprisonment by the Ghost King, the Beauty Ghost King did not experience spatial fluctuations.
However, a soft moan came out of her mouth, obviously she did not expect that a young human being could actually dodge her attack.
"Haochuan is impermanent." The beautiful ghost king said.
Immediately, a black ghost energy rushed out from the undead army, condensed into a human body, dressed in a black robe, riding a huge crocodile-like soul beast, and appeared in front of the beautiful ghost king.
"Meet the Ghost King."
Haochuan Wuchang jumped off the soul beast's back and knelt on one knee in front of the beautiful Ghost King.
The beautiful ghost king said: "You lead the ten impermanences and rush back to the underworld immediately. You must wipe out all the humans and wild beasts that broke in before."
"Take orders."
Haochuan Wu Chang returned to the soul beast's back, and then selected ten Wu Chang, rushed into the Tomb of the God of Death, and went to hunt down Zhang Ruochen and others.
The golden-armored lion beast attacked again and continued to fight with the beautiful ghost king. The aftermath of their battle swept hundreds of miles around.
At the same time, some monks hiding nearby took the opportunity to rush into the Tomb of the God of Death.
Entering the Tomb of the God of Death, it was not peaceful. There was still a steady stream of undead armies rushing out from inside. When they saw living creatures, they immediately attacked.
One of the Yin soldiers attacked Zhang Ruochen and Han Xue.
"The Tribulation of the Dragon."
Zhang Ruochen gathered the power of his palms, dozens of lightning bolts shot out from his palms, and struck out the sixth palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, shattering the souls of a large number of Yin soldiers into pieces.
"Wow!"
Han Xue also mobilized the Void Sword, slashed with the sword, and released a large amount of sword energy, destroying all the remaining Yin soldiers.
Not far from the two of them, a young man in his twenties, standing next to a tombstone, was also besieged by a group of undead.
This young man had a rather sallow complexion and was tall and thin. He was wearing a yellow robe and a cloak on his head. He faced the siege of hundreds of undead without changing his expression.
"Burning Hell."
The young man held a yellow talisman between his two fingers and hit the ground. Immediately, the talisman exploded and turned into a sea of fire with a diameter of dozens of feet.
In an instant, all those undead souls were burned into ghost mist.
Han Xue blinked, stared at the young man, and said, "What an amazing paper."
"It's not paper, it's a charm."
Zhang Ruochen added: "In the Eastern Territory, there are very few monks who practice Talisman. However, there are some ancient tribes in the Central Territory who are very proficient in Talisman. Some of the most powerful people are called Talisman Masters."
The young man's ears moved, as if he heard the conversation between Zhang Ruochen and Han Xue, and he stared at the two of them, showing a defensive look.
Immediately, he quickly retreated and distanced himself from Zhang Ruochen and Han Xue.
"Wow!"
An icy cold wind blew rapidly from the direction behind him, causing sand and rocks to fly in the Tomb of the Dead God.
"All creatures that break into the Tomb of the Dead God will be killed without mercy." A gloomy voice came from the dark wind.
Zhang Ruochen looked back and saw a man in black robes who had condensed a substantial ghost body, sitting on the back of a huge soul beast, heading straight towards him and Han Xue.
The soul beast's body is dozens of meters long, like a big black lizard, with two blood-red eyeballs, and it can run faster than many half-saints.
The man in black robe is Haochuan Wuchang sent by the beautiful ghost king.
Just behind Haochuan Wuchang, there were ten other Wuchangs. They did not chase behind Zhang Ruochen and Han Xue, but rushed to ten other directions to hunt down the others.
"Run away."
Zhang Ruochen's face darkened, and he immediately grabbed Han Xue's wrist, activated the power of the Meteor Invisibility Cloak, and fled forward.
Today, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation is comparable to that of a peak second-level semi-saint, and his own speed is already astonishingly fast.
The Meteor Invisibility Cloak can double his speed. Therefore, in terms of speed alone, even a seventh-level semi-saint may not be able to catch up with Zhang Ruochen.
The young man from before was also chased by Haochuan Wuchang.
He immediately took out two cyan talismans and stuck them on his legs.
"Wind and Fire are infinite."
Immediately, a strong wind and fire energy emitted from between his legs, condensing into two cyan flame vortices, like stepping on a wind and fire wheel, turning into a cyan stream of light and rushing out.
The young man's speed is actually not inferior to Zhang Ruochen's.