Tang Xuanming looked calm and did not speak. The importance of Kunpeng's magic was beyond the imagination of all Butian Pavilion disciples.
The turmoil that Kunpeng's magic could cause after its birth is beyond anyone's imagination.
All the monsters and monsters will appear, and even the big shots in the upper world will come down to compete for this unimaginable opportunity.
Sure enough, after passing through the Poseidon barrier, only a few hours later, another terrifying barrier appeared in front of everyone.
The poisoned prodigy who was in the ocean only felt that the sea water was constantly turbulent, and the calm sea bottom suddenly boiled, and the sounds of countless fighting and iron horses could be heard.
The sound of countless horses' hooves sounded like the most exciting drums on the battlefield.
Everyone looked up and saw only a big black horse riding on the waves. The endless sea seemed not to be water, but a huge war drum, rumbling with the horse's hooves.
On the back of the tall black horse is a headless knight. The headless knight is wearing a black armor and holding a golden sword. His overwhelming power makes the entire sea rumble.
One after another, the geniuses who had successfully overcome countless obstacles to reach here were discovered by him. Amidst the rumble of horse hooves, the golden war sword in the headless horseman's hand was raised high, piercing the chest of one of the geniuses, causing blood to splash high.
The golden war sword struck, and half of the sky was shattered. A small boat the size of a palm was scratched, and shattered into fragments that filled the sky with a loud roar. Hundreds of geniuses fell out of it.
That is Sumerana's mustard method.
"Run away, run away quickly, that is the immortal holy soul left on the battlefield after the death of the ancient saint. It has incredible power in this battlefield, and no one is its opponent."
A genius screamed in despair, and was swept away by the golden light, causing a rain of blood to spread all over the sky.
Ta-ta!
Ta-ta!
The rumble of horse hoofs sounded, and Tang Xuanming felt a chill in his heart. The rumble of horse hoofs was heard above his head.
Tencent Ming felt chills all over his body, and more than a dozen geniuses around him were holding back their breaths at the same time, with their hearts beating wildly.
The golden sword in the headless saint's hand was pointing diagonally at the sea. Before it fell, the terrifying evil aura made a group of people go blank.
Click!
Under the horrified gazes of a group of geniuses, a crack appeared on the ancient black tortoise's shell.
Tang Xuanming's heart was filled with confusion, and his heart was beating violently under the crisis.
Peng dong!
Peng dong!
Peng dong!
In Tang Xuanming's eyes, everything in front of him seemed to slow down.
In his heart, a pale yellow light shone, covering more than a dozen geniuses and the entire tortoise shell.
The power from the bloodline of the dragon clan, the innate magical power that was once awakened - the divine object is self-obstructed.
Zhi~
The golden Zhan Ge rubs against the sea surface. The soft water-like surface of the sea is as hard as a magic weapon at this moment. The friction with the Zhan Ge makes the sound of gold and iron clashing.
A group of people listened to the terrifying friction sound as if they were waiting for the judgment of death. Under the lock of Zhan Ge, everyone was unable to move.
boom!
Zhan Ge suddenly raised his hand, and the golden light covered everyone's eyes.
In an instant, a shrill bloody light rose.
puff!
A piece of hollowed-out animal skin was cut in half. The figure in the center of the animal skin was evenly divided into two pieces, and the internal organs and intestines were spilled all over the floor.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
Among the ancient black turtles, a group of geniuses gasped for air. At that moment, they thought they were dead, but for some reason the headless saint changed his target at the last moment.
"Fortunately, another force came in."
Although they knew that they shouldn't have such a mentality at this moment, a group of geniuses were still happy.
Only Shi Hao took another look at Tang Xuanming and noticed what was strange just now.
The headless saint has clearly locked the ancient black turtle, and his murderous intent has bloomed. Shi Hao used his experience in fighting countless ancient relics to conclude that the next blow will be a fatal blow. As a result, the headless saint
But he turned around and left.
"Walk!"
Before Shi Hao could appreciate the key, Tang Xuanming patted the turtle shell and quickly passed through the battlefield.
Tang Xuanming was unfazed and could still remain calm in such a critical moment. He glanced at the ever-changing red line, and the energy from his body poured desperately into the tortoise shell under his feet. He escaped for hundreds of miles before he stopped.
A group of geniuses all have lingering fears.
"There are too many strong men in the sea, right?"
"With so many strong men gathered in the sea, is Kunpeng's magic really so attractive?"
Each of them felt sad, and under Tang Xuanming's protection, none of them was fatally injured.
But they have seen powerful holy places one after another, and even the creatures in the sacred mountains have fallen under the terrifying attacks of creatures, and the sea has been dyed red with blood.
This cruel scene deeply stimulated them. There is still a chance to survive the scene in Baidu Mountain. At least there is hope, but there seems to be no light here, and only death is waiting for everyone.
"We have already encountered so many demonic lands and lost so many geniuses before we even reached Kunpeng's lair. Can we really reach Kunpeng's lair?"
A beautiful woman asked herself, full of doubts. Her name was Ruoxue, she was a top genius specially recruited from the wilderness by Butian Pavilion, but she fell into self-doubt at this moment.
"We will definitely reach the real Kunpeng lair. There is nothing we can't do."
Tang Xuanming's eyes were dark and his words were firm and powerful.
"There are not so many terrible tests in Kunpeng's lair. It's just that the rules of the Ten Ancient Evils are too strong. The birth of its lair will lead to the emergence of all battlefield ruins in the North Sea. If you want to reach Kunpeng's lair, you must go through these."
Tang Xuanming's heart was not at peace. After experiencing several terrible killings in succession, his heart was also beating.
But he was destined not to give up on the ancient ten evil treasures. It was extremely difficult to obtain the Kunpeng treasure in the wilderness. However, compared to the difficulty of obtaining the ten evil treasures in the upper world, he would rather choose to escape death in the wilderness.
With his current level of cultivation, Huangyu can still take a risk. If he were in the upper realm, he wouldn't even be qualified to mention the Ten Evil Treasures.
The ancient black turtle glowed, leading a group of people to ride the wind and waves, breaking through many obstacles. After walking for two days and two nights, Tang Xuanming finally gradually approached the end point on the map, which represented the location of Kunpeng's lair.
Before they really got close, a blue seabird descended from the sky and shouted loudly: "Master Jiao has an order that no living creature is allowed to approach Kunpeng's nest. As a marine creature, do you need me to warn you about this?"
Tang Xuanming remained silent and silently turned around. After sinking hundreds of miles to the bottom of the sea, he chose another direction.
Before they even surfaced, they heard another loud shout: "The Lord Sea Demon has issued an order that no one is allowed to approach Kunpeng's lair."