The eighteen ancient clans are more than half less than the ancient clans competing for hegemony in ancient times.
But now it’s quite a lot.
Even the weakest of the eighteen ancient clans is much stronger than the top first-class forces. After all, their heritage is too deep.
If this force could be united, it would definitely be extremely terrifying.
I'm afraid the four major forces also have to be careful.
This idea shocked Chen Ling himself.
All ancient tribes unite?
Don't even think about it.
Haven't you seen that in ancient times, there were wars to the point where some ancient tribes were completely wiped out?
Chen Ling covered up his distracting thoughts and silently looked at these ancient tribes who were coming.
Especially the Yaoxuan tribe.
He had never had any contact with the Yaoxuan Clan, and there were nine people from the other party.
This sight made him secretly frightened.
Among them, there were four people who he felt were extremely dangerous.
"I'm afraid these four people are almost at the 90% realm level."
Qu Yuan was extremely horrified.
"Damn it, the Yaoxuan Clan really spent a lot of money this time. Two of them are not from the Neiwei Palace at all, they should be from within the clan." Fang Ming suddenly cursed in a low voice: "That's enough.
There are four 90% areas, so we are in big trouble now."
Chen Ling was silent.
The key is that if the two tribes don't deal with each other, it will be very difficult.
In the following time, ancient tribes appeared one after another.
They were all riding surprising treasures or powerful ancient beasts.
Any one of them can cause a huge sensation when exposed to the outside world.
Those ancient beasts that have been reduced to vehicles are even more capable of dominating one side.
The Thunder Clan, the Netherworld Ghost Clan, the Fire Clan, the Demon Eye Clan, the Giant Saint Clan...
It was an eye-opener for Chen Ling.
This kind of lineup is even grander than the last time in the Seven-day Leaf Territory.
"Huh? Giant Saint Clan."
Chen Ling's complexion changed slightly.
Everyone in the giant saint clan was unfamiliar, but from one of them, he felt an aura that was very familiar to the Holy Word.
The secret art of sacred patterns.
Chen Ling's pupils shrank and he secretly took a breath.
In addition to the Holy Word, there are actually people who have also cultivated the secret art of the Holy Pattern.
This giant saint clan is too hidden.
Be careful.
Chen Ling remembered the monk deeply.
The latter seemed to be aware of it and suddenly glanced at Qu Yuan.
Sheng Ling frowned: "Why does that guy from Fang feel a little weird?"
"Fang's family? Are you talking about that guy who doesn't have Fang's aura?"
"Hey, why does it look familiar?"
"Wait for me."
The person next to him frowned and quickly took out a scroll. On the scroll was a portrait that was exactly the same as Chen Ling's.
"It's him."
Shengling's pupils shrank: "Is it him who caused Shengyan to suffer a big loss and almost destroyed a holy mark?"
"That's right."
"I didn't expect this guy to come to participate in the inner guard trial." Another person said with a cold look in his eyes.
"Enter the ancient realm and find an opportunity to kill him." Shengling looked deeply at Chen Ling and said indifferently.
"The Swallowing Spirit Tribe is coming."
A low cry sounded.
Chen Ling heard the sound and looked over.
The Swallowing Spirit Tribe is also a very familiar ancient tribe.
At first glance, his expression suddenly became extremely strange.
Among them was an extremely familiar old friend.
Su Yin.
The guy whose bloodline he almost completely cut off came unexpectedly.
Su Yin followed behind the group of swallowing spirits.
He suddenly looked up, his whole body trembling, and his eyes filled with endless resentment: "Chen Ling."
"What? Chen Ling? That guy? He's here too?"
"It is indeed him."
"Su Yin, is this guy?"
The young man headed by the Swallowing Spirit Clan stared at Chen Ling and said quietly.
"good."
Su Yin's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"Very good, it looks like about 70%. After entering, find an opportunity to kill him." The young man said indifferently. In his eyes, only 70% of the field is like an ant.
Su Yin nodded heavily, filled with hatred in his heart.
It's all because of this guy, otherwise how could I enter the Blood Abyss Ancient Realm?
Only by entering the ancient realm of Blood Abyss and being irrigated by blood can he have a chance to fully recover and even surpass his previous level.
Chen Ling, now that you are here, don't even think about getting out alive.
I want you to die.
Su Yin's face became ferocious and twisted, and he smiled at Chen Ling without concealing it.
Chen Ling's face was expressionless.
Su Yin now actually has the aura of 70% of the field.
It seems that returning to the clan also cost a lot of treasures.
But it's only 70%, but he still doesn't take it seriously.
"What? You also have a grudge against that guy from the Spirit-Devouring Clan?" Fang Ming looked at Chen Ling with a strange expression.
Chen Ling nodded and said, "I once devoured his bloodline and almost crippled him. I didn't expect him to recover."
Fang Ming's eyes lit up.
Even the bloodline of the Swallowing Spirit Clan can be destroyed, which shows how powerful Chen Ling's bloodline is.
But soon, Chen Ling's expression changed slightly.
He felt two weak murderous intentions.
The giant saint clan and the spirit-swallowing clan.
Oh shit.
Chen Ling couldn't help but curse secretly.
Obviously, he has already been known to both tribes.
In this situation, once you enter the ancient realm, once you encounter them, in addition to the Yaoxuan clan and the Netherworld ghost clan, there are two more opponents.
Chen Ling grinded his teeth secretly, hoping not to be so unlucky.
He looked at the dozen or so ancient clans around him.
The strength of some ancient clans' inner guards is superior to that of the six major ancient clans.
No ancient clan would dare to underestimate the inner guard trial.
"There is one family left."
Chen Ling glanced at it and found that eighteen branches had appeared before he knew it.
"Sword Ruins." Fang Ming said calmly.
"Sword Ruins."
Chen Ling murmured and couldn't help but think of Huangfu Yun.
boom!
A shocking sword intent suddenly tore through the sky, and a thick and boundless sword light fell from the void.
The sword intent became more and more terrifying, covering the world and making people's scalp numb.
Even the powerful monarchs had serious expressions on their faces.
Sword Ruins is now the undisputed number one among the ancient clans.
"Huangfu Yun, he is actually here too."
Chen Ling's pupils shrank. Above the sword shadow, the first person behind the leader of the powerful monarch was Huangfu Yun.
Carrying an ancient sword on his back, his face expressionless.
Chen Ling didn't expect to meet two acquaintances during this internal guard trial.
Su Yin and Huangfu Yun.
He had a guess that Su Yin came here to have a chance.
Huangfu Yun probably did it for the sake of experience and to become stronger.
Some people have to come, while others come to pursue greater challenges.
Su Yin and Huangfu Yun demonstrated these two aspects very clearly.
"To be able to stand at the front, this guy has the strength now..." Chen Ling looked at Huangfu Yun and swallowed secretly. (To be continued)