When the blood-red hand appeared, a hint of solemnity appeared in the expressions of Cheng Qianshan and others.

They knew very well what this sudden blood light meant.

A hint of disgust appeared on the face of the man in black: "Damn it!"

Although the tall Lord Zhuo was also very unhappy with the appearance of this blood light, he said lightly after all the storm: "Please suppress the thousand-year-old Xuanling."

Fairy in Purple Rice did not speak, and the man in black had an extra picture of more than one foot long in his hand.

The moment the picture unfolded, a golden sword drawn above suddenly burst out with a dazzling light!

The light shone in the sky, and the sword energy scattered, slashing heavily towards the strange blood-colored palm.

The bloody hand that had already arrived near Lin Yong, decisively gave up Lin Yong at the moment when the sword light came, and faced the golden sword light.

The two collided silently in the void.

After cutting off a large piece of blood, the sword light that was soaring into the sky slowed down, and the bloody palm also faded a lot.

Lin Yong was in the collision of two forces at this time, and he felt half of his body feel cold and half of it.

With the help of my master's memory, he had long known that the world of Dayue was a bit dangerous, but now he deeply realized that this place was ten times more dangerous than he expected.

The ancient tomb of Xizhang is even more terrifying than what I have estimated.

"For this ancient tomb, it is really abominable that the treasure map drawn by the third ancestor with the blood of the saints!" The scroll in the hands of the young man in black turned into ashes silently.

Although he was rich and powerful, this scroll was still something he felt sorry for.

Lord Zhuo and Cheng Qianshan didn't speak out. They knew very well that they could not afford to pay for such items.

After all, the battle map with the blood of the saint and the meaning of the saint is too precious and they can't afford to pay.

"Tell the Wu Zun that he will hold on for a hundred blinks of his fingers. The attack of the thousand-year-old Xuanling will be suppressed soon."

When the man in black said this, he seemed a little angry and told him, "Don't let him delay the big thing!"

Lord Zhuo agreed solemnly, but he did not speak, but looked at Cheng Qianshan with his eyes.

Cheng Qianshan hesitated for a moment and said to Lin Yong: "Lin Yong, wait a moment. Never retreat, otherwise, there will be no mercy to kill!"

He was so merciless that Cheng Qianshan said it firmly. When he heard this, Lin Yong could even feel a cold murderous intent that was attacking him.

The aftermath of the two different forces made Lin Yong extremely uncomfortable. If his spiritual sense had not been quite powerful, he would probably have collapsed under this crazy power at this time.

Can you support yourself with a hundred fingers?

Just when Lin Yong was nervous, the blood-red palms silently gave birth to cracks.

The appearance of the crack means that the blood-red big hand is difficult to resist the sword light. However, at the moment when the blood-red palm cracks appear, Lin Yong felt a bad feeling.

"No." A hint of panic flashed in the apricot eyes of the woman in purple: "This is the soul flower blooming!"

A hint of panic suddenly appeared in Lord Zhuo's expression. He understood what the flower of the soul blossomed meant.

As for Cheng Qianshan, there was a hint of confusion in his expression.

Just as Cheng Qianshan was about to ask what the flower of the soul meant, he saw a flower the size of a baby fist that rushed out of the blood-colored palm cracks formed above the palm.

Although this flower is small, it is filled with a thrilling beauty when it blooms. It seems that all the beauty in the world emerges instantly with the blooming of this flower.

The flowers are still blooming, and the ancient tomb, which was already covered in blood, looks even more gloomy at this time.

The blood light seen by Lin Yong's eyes became deeper and deeper, and Lin Yong even felt that the blood light seemed to have turned into a sea of ​​blood.

What's going on? How come there is a sea of ​​blood?

He no longer cared about other Lin Yong and quickly used a Junfu card. Whether it was useful or not, he would give it a try.

"Let the martial arts rush over quickly, let him rush over quickly!" The man in black said in a crazy manner: "Let him stick the soul-suppressing talisman on the ancient tomb, otherwise we will all die!"

"How could there be a soul flower? How could he be willing to use the soul flower!" Lord Zhuo was frightened, and even a hint of madness was in his voice.

No one answered Lord Zhuo's yell, including Cheng Qianshan, and he was also frightened at this time.

"Sir, why not let me rush over." Cheng Qianshan took a deep breath and asked actively.

"No, the formation that suppresses the ancient tomb of Ximeng is extremely sensitive to power. Once a person with a cultivation level exceeds the Qu Yuan realm approaches this ancient tomb, it will cause the backlash of the formation. In that case, the thousand-year-old mysterious spirit in the ancient tomb will be born earlier."

Master Zhuo said anxiously: "Get out quickly!"

A hint of impatientness flashed in Cheng Qianshan's eyes. He was usually calm and generous in front of Lin Yong and others.

But now, this calm and generous atmosphere has disappeared completely because of the critical moment of life and death.

If you can't move forward, how about running away?

It's also not possible. Cheng Qianshan knew very well that once this thousand-year-old mysterious spirit was born, he would definitely not have enough time to escape to a safe area.

Cheng Qianshan's eyes instantly fell on Lin Yong. Although he knew that Lin Yong would find it difficult to succeed, for him, Lin Yong was the last hope at this time.

Lin Yong did not rush over at this time. He was hesitating about which person he chose to be rich.

Lin Shanhu, Strength: 2.5     Physical constitution: 2.8      Spirit: 1.4

Tongshan Forest, Strength: 1.7, Physical constitution: 1.2     Spirit: 0.9

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Xuanyin Iron Bone Snake, Strength: 0.2    Physical Constitution: 5.9     Spirit: 0.1

If the one with the strongest vertical and horizontal ability in the Quenyuan Realm within a radius of ten miles is naturally the Lin Shanhu. The last time Lin Yong posted the soul-suppressing talisman, Lin Yong chose Lin Shanhu.

But this time, Lin Yong felt that he could no longer choose Lin Shanhu.

The reason for this is of course because Lin Shanhu's physique is not the strongest. Although this Xuanyin Iron Bone Snake is much worse than Lin Shanhu's physique, although his physique is very strong.

"Lin Yong, why are you standing there in a daze!"

Amid Cheng Qianshan's shouting, Lin Yong finally made up his mind. The moment he chose the Xuanyin Iron Bone Snake, he chose the Xuanyin Iron Bone Snake's physique.

In an instant, Lin Yong felt that his body seemed to become extremely soft, and his skin, which was originally like dead tree bark, added a smooth feeling.

Not only that, the originally biting cold wind seemed to disappear at this moment.

Even the viscous blood-colored light gave Lin Yong the feeling that it was like water at this time, and Lin Yong was naturally the dragon about to enter the water.

Without any hesitation or hesitation, Lin Yong rushed towards the direction of the ancient tomb almost immediately.

"It's useless, let's prepare and remove it!" The man in black looked at the blood-red palm, with only a layer of flower buds blooming, with a look of gloomy face.

Not only did he regret the treasure he used, but he was even more sorry for himself, and he might not be able to complete the task!

Not only that, even if you can escape, you may have to pay a considerable price.

These things gathered together, which made him feel extremely heartbroken.

Cheng Qianshan didn't know what he should say. Looking at the slowly blooming buds, he thought of some things he saw from the internal notice of Zhenwuwei, and said in a trembling voice: "The thousand-year-old mysterious spirit was born, and all the thousands of miles are... all ghosts!"

No one listened to Cheng Qianshan's feelings, and that Lord Zhuo was about to retreat at this time.

Although his cultivation is strong, he does not think that he is likely to escape.

So at this time, what he has to do is to take one step first.

Just as he retreated, another bud spread gently. At this moment, the little man who was already in the bud was revealed.

The villain is smiling. This smile is light, but this smile gives people a creepy feeling.

"Once the Thousand-Year Mysterious Spirit is born, this world's top existence will..."

The woman surnamed Mi said only half of the words. Behind her, a pair of wings made of veil bloomed when she saw Lin Yong approaching the ancient tomb.

Lin Yong is ten feet away from the ancient tomb. In the eyes of a woman surnamed Mi, this distance is a natural barrier.

A natural barrier that exists like Lin Yong that cannot be overcome in a lifetime.

But now, Lin Yong had already rushed over five feet before they paid attention.

If you rush into five feet and stick the magic-suppressing talisman on it, the huge crisis will end. But the question is, can this martial soldier rush over the last five feet?

The woman surnamed Mi doesn’t think Lin Yong can rush over!

The man in black has even begun to retreat!

Lord Zhuo had already taken a few steps back!

Cheng Qianshan shook his head subconsciously!

They didn't believe that the second-class martial arts soldier could rush over, and the blood had begun to spread around them. They all felt that their bodies were a little difficult to move.

If you can't move, it will be even more difficult for this ordinary martial artist to rush over!

"Let's go, this is our last time, we can't waste it." Lord Zhuo soared into the air. For a moment, he was like a goshawk, retreating dozens of feet.

The purple wings of the woman surnamed Mi spread out and she flew into the air. Although it seemed a little slow to activate, she could float in the void.

The man in black rushed out hundreds of feet in a blink of an eye.

Cheng Qianshan also fled in a hurry, and everyone else left, how could he not leave!

In the blink of an eye, they all retreated far away. Outside the Ximian ancient tomb, there were only golden sword light and blood-red palms confronting each other.

And outside the Xizhang ancient tomb that was initially wrapped in blood mist, a figure was rushing over quickly!
Chapter completed!