Several monster beasts on the sea shrank their pupils, showing awe.
"Bloody horns."
The old man frowned and looked down at the bloody corner coldly.
"Master Shan." Xuejiao raised his head and exclaimed, trembling all over.
The most direct consequence of fighting here is losing the qualification to enter the Land of Ancient Corpses.
"Hmph, Blood Horn, you are so courageous that you dare to fight here. Do you want to lose the qualification to enter the Land of Ancient Corpses?" Lord Shan shouted coldly.
Hearing this, Xuejiao was slightly startled.
What does this mean?
Can I still enter the Land of Ancient Corpses?
The other monsters also looked at the old man suspiciously.
The old man passed by the beasts and said coldly: "When the human warrior enters this place, it is in compliance with the rules. Fighting is prohibited here. If anyone dares to do anything again, don't blame me for not giving your ancestors face."
After the words fell, he glanced at the beasts one by one with cold eyes, and suddenly disappeared in mid-air as the beasts' hearts trembled.
"What's going on?"
"You didn't expel the blood horn?"
"That guy is not dead." The green-tailed beast said calmly.
"He's not dead... Damn it, by the way, that guy is not dead, so Master Shan only warned and did not expel the Blood Horn."
"Hiss, that human being didn't die even under the bloody horns."
Wow...
The sea water swept away, Chen Ling looked pale and stepped out of the water.
"You're not dead..." The blood-horned purple-winged eagle's eyes were filled with purple fire, and a powerful murderous intention suddenly appeared on his broken body.
"What? You dare to take action? Do you really don't want to step into the land of ancient corpses?" Chen Ling sneered.
Down below, he heard the warning of the saint clearly.
Even if he gave Xuejiao ten more courage, he wouldn't dare to do it again.
"You..." Xue Jiao was trembling with anger and glared at Chen Ling bitterly, but he did not dare to take action.
The land of ancient corpses was won for him by his ancestors. If he loses the qualification to enter, not only will he lose all his people, but he will be skinned alive when he returns to his ancestors.
"Damn human, he's not dead, he's not dead..." The purple-winged eagle roared angrily in its heart, unwilling to accept it, but at the same time thankful, it was a complicated mixture.
"The Martial Emperor is at his peak, but he has such terrifying strength..." The purple-winged eagle calmed down, and its fear increased greatly.
"You wait for me, I will never let you go. The place of ancient corpses is the place where your bones are buried." For a long time, the purple-winged eagle stared at Chen Ling ferociously and said a harsh word, while dragging the broken body.
The body flew to a desert island.
Chen Ling took a deep breath and looked up at the horizon.
Several monsters were staring at him.
"A battle with the Blood-horned Purple-Winged Eagle should make these guys calm down a little bit." Chen Ling narrowed his eyes, feeling very afraid of these monsters.
The blood-horned purple-winged eagle was so powerful that even though he tried his best, he couldn't say he was 100% confident that he could defeat it.
Moreover, the holy talisman cannot be used in the land of ancient corpses, so he must be extremely careful.
When the time comes, I'm afraid there are probably not many of them who want to carve up him.
A chill flashed across Chen Ling's eyes as he swept up to a deserted island and settled on it.
"Hey, this guy's strength is pretty good. The Martial Emperor is at his peak, and he can actually push the Blood Horn to this point."
"When he reaches the land of ancient corpses, he won't survive more than two days."
"Two days? It's a bit much, isn't it?"
"A human being is so brave that he dares to come to a place like this without knowing whether to live or die. There are saints behind everyone. There is nothing to be afraid of when killing a human being in the land of ancient corpses."
"This human being can have such tyrannical strength, which is rare even in the human world. His bloodline is absolutely extraordinary. Kill him and swallow the power in his body, hehe."
Several monster beasts gathered together and chuckled sinisterly.
"Brother, then humans are going to be in trouble." The green-tailed beast at the beginning of Wu Zun laughed.
"It has nothing to do with us, and we won't provoke him. A human being among dozens of monsters, huh, I don't know whether to call him brave or stupid." The elder brother of the green-tailed beast sneered.
After the First World War, this sea area fell into deathly silence.
Several demonic beasts that came over stopped on the deserted island, waiting for the Land of Ancient Corpses to open.
On the fifth day, more than a dozen monster beasts appeared.
On the sixth day, there were already more than thirty monsters in this sea area, and only the people from the ancient Sky Whale Clan had not yet appeared.
Ancient tribes, some ancient tribes are monsters, but because of their strong bloodline, those with talent can transform into Martial Lord.
Some ancient races are humans, but their bloodline is ancient mythical beasts, ferocious beasts, etc.
The ancient Sky Whale clan are all monsters. If the Sky Whale clan cultivates to the strongest level, it will be the Nine Heavens Black Whale, a peerless powerhouse.
However, most of the current ancient Celestial Whales are ordinary Celestial Whales, not even Black Whales, let alone Nine Heavens Black Whales.
Of course, the Shenwu Continent is vast, and there may be Sky Whales and Black Whales in other areas. However, they have nothing to do with the ancient Sky Whale Clan. They are just of the same blood.
Chen Ling was really afraid of the people of the ancient Tianjing clan.
If the Sky Whale Ancient Clan recognized him, it would be a big deal. I wonder if they would capture him directly.
But once you get here, you can only do your best and obey fate.
"Human."
A cold shout came from the sky, and the world suddenly became dark.
A monster several feet tall stood in the air, a pair of huge eyes looking down at him coldly.
Scorpion.
The huge scorpion's body is covered with a layer of ghost armor, which is lustrous. Its long, narrow and sharp scorpion tail barb is ferocious and terrifying.
Chen Ling's complexion changed slightly.
High level martial arts master.
The terrifying pressure made him almost breathless.
"Is something wrong?"
Taking a deep breath, Chen Ling said in a deep voice.
"Jiejie, it's okay. I just want to tell you something. You have to be careful when entering the land of ancient corpses. You are my prey."
The Demonic Scorpion smiled sinisterly, then turned and left.
"The person who came here is not a good person." Chen Ling looked ugly.
Heavenly Demon Scorpion who is a high-level warrior.
A surge of anger and murderous intent surged in his heart.
In the Land of Ancient Corpses, if the Transformation Grass appears, it will be very difficult to capture it.
Unless, he can get an opportunity in the land of ancient corpses and break through to the realm of martial master.
He stood up slowly and swept to the top of the mountain.
Looking around, you can see many monsters on the sea and desert islands.
"I'm afraid that if these monsters are stronger than me in cultivation, they will kill me when they see me when they step into the land of ancient corpses. They will show no mercy. There are dangers everywhere."
"It's really difficult."
Huge pressure shrouded Chen Ling's heart like a dark cloud.
"You must get the Shapeshifting Grass."
"No matter what the cost."
Suddenly, Chen Ling's eyes flashed with light, and his decision was firm and unquestionable.
Pressure is motivation. I would like to try it in the hands of dozens of Martial Lord monsters. What would it be like?
With a strange smile on his face, Chen Ling threw away the dark clouds, opened his mind, sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
On the sea, a monster beast stared at Chen Ling silently, with ferocious, cold, bloodthirsty, greedy eyes...
However, since the Demon Scorpion, no other monsters have come to him to demonstrate. (To be continued)