Entering the entrance of the tomb, there is a narrow and deep passage, exuding a faint smell of blood, and soon Han Yu reached the first level, where the traces of the explosion can be vaguely seen, and the blood stained on the wall is still fresh.
This was the first time it was opened and the explosion occurred, just because the deceased were masters of the Martial Emperor Realm, and every drop of their blood contained terrifying anger, so that it did not solidify for a long time.
Han Yu didn't stop and continued to move forward.
There was a swooshing sound behind him, and the people from the Infinite Holy Land were chasing after him. Their speed was obviously not as good as Han Yu's.
When Han Yu reached the second level, the voice behind him had disappeared, and he was thrown farther by Han Yu. The place was also dripping with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
This is a place guarded by beasts.
After passing the third level, the eyes suddenly opened up.
The continuous majestic mountains and mountains and the blue sky are the same as outside the tomb, it is an independent space, the only difference is that there is no sun in the sky here.
The dimensional space created by the sage, although it is a relatively independent world, is not a complete world, and it also exists by relying on the forces of the outside world, and cannot become a new world independently.
"chirp..."
A chirping sounded up nine days and moved down nine secluded places. I saw a bird with a length of several thousand meters flying up from a mountain, its wings rubbing the top of a mountain, and it cut off the top of the mountain with ease.
"The fourth-order demon king!"
Han Yu sighed that he did not expect to encounter such a powerful monster before entering the tomb of the saint.
After the monster beast, followed by a strong young man, holding a big sword with a cold light, chased and killed the monster bird. That man is a master of the fifth level of Wu Wang.
"This dimensional space has existed for more than ten thousand years, and a complete ecosystem has been formed in it. The monsters should be the original monsters here. When you come here, you must not only compete with people, but also fight with the original monsters!"
Han Yu's blood boiled for a while, and his fighting spirit was high.
Looking back at the long and narrow passage, Han Yu snorted coldly and didn't bother to wait for them before the people from the Infinite Holy Land caught up.
People from the ancient forces have been in for more than ten days, and Han Yu has to speed up to catch up.
Han Yu went all the way over mountains and mountains, across thousands of miles. I have encountered many battlefields, there are people and people, there are monsters and people.
In the tomb of this saint, it is simply a huge treasure house. Between the mountains and fields, there are countless spiritual medicines, and there are even a lot of great medicines.
Before a cave mansion, two groups of people were engaged in a terrifying battle. It turned out that there was a magical inheritance in the cave mansion, which was a mysterious intermediate level magical power.
Although the value of the Xuan-level intermediate supernatural power is already very high, it is not very attractive to Han Yu, and he did not participate in the competition.
"As expected of the tomb of a saint, this place is simply a paradise for cultivation!"
Han Yu sighed and stopped when he passed a swamp.
From under the swamp, a wild savage demon breath was exuded, and a sixth-order demon king-level Flood Dragon crouched underneath, guarding an eighth-grade medicine.
"boom!"
The swamp exploded, and the Jiaolong rushed out. It was ten thousand feet long, and its huge body could crush a mountain.
"Roar!" Jiaolong howled, staring at Han Yu viciously.
It has lived in this saint's tomb since it was born, and has never seen a human being, so naturally it does not understand human language. It seems to be threatening Han Yu to let Han Yu leave.
"Give me the eighth-grade medicine, and I can spare you!" Han Yu said lightly.
Jiaolong roared, and it couldn't understand Han Yu's words, but from Han Yu's expression, he could guess what Han Yu meant, so he killed Han Yu directly.
He opened his bloody mouth and bit Han Yu.
Han Yu easily avoided Jiaolong's mouth and kicked it on the head. Jiaolong whimpered and smashed out, smashing the mountain next to him. He got up and looked at Han Yu, with fear in his eyes, and chose to escape.
Han Yu didn't go after him, but went down to the depths of the swamp, inside Jiaolong's cave, and took off the eighth-grade medicine. It is refined directly in the hand.
Han Yu has reached the peak of the sixth level of Wuwang at this time. The golden dragon will not be resurrected, and he will not break through after absorbing too much spiritual energy, and he will be swallowed by the black hole.
But Han Yu doesn't care, anyway, the black hole will feed back, and if it is swallowed by the black hole, it will be swallowed up.
Han Yu continued on the road, and the number of people from the ancient forces gradually increased, and the battle became more and more fierce.
"what… "
A scream pierced the sky. A disciple of an ancient force was torn in half by an explosive ape. This explosive ape has reached the level of the seventh-order demon king.
Whether it is passing by or the people around, they all choose to watch from the sidelines.
Since stepping into the tomb of the saint, everyone has become a competitor, and no one will sympathize with others.
Han Yu avoided Explosive Ape, and a group of people met to kill him, and they took a fancy to Explosive Ape's monster core.
The monster core of the seventh-order monster king is a treasure. It is used for refining, and it has infinite wonderful uses.
In a blink of an eye, a few days passed, Han Yu killed several monsters, and there were three of them with special bloodlines. After the golden dragon devoured the source energy of their bloodlines, it was getting closer and closer to resurrection.
When Han Yu was passing by a cliff, he was suddenly stopped by someone.
"This place has been occupied by our Promise Hall!" A strong and arrogant voice sounded, and a young man came from the void, blocking Han Yu's way forward.
Han Yu glanced over and saw that there were nine people in total, eight men and one woman.
"Is he Pang Xuan?" Han Yu looked at the woman. This was a woman in her early twenties with the third-level cultivation of King Wu.
And blocking Han Yu's way is a master of the fifth level of Wu Wang.
"Is Pang Xuan here?" Han Yu asked.
The other party did not recognize him, which is not a strange thing. There are hundreds of thousands of disciples in the Wuji Temple. Even if Han Yu has a grudge against the Wuji Temple, not everyone knows about Han Yu.
"What's your relationship with Pang Xuan?" The young man frowned, he knew Pang Xuan naturally.
The people under the cliff all stopped what they were doing and turned around to look at Han Yu. One of the young people's expression instantly stiffened and exclaimed: "Han Yu?"
This person's left sleeve was empty, and it turned out to be a broken arm.
This person is Gong Shaohao.
"Brother Hao, is he the villain Han Yu?" A young man in Wuji Temple was furious.
“Whoosh whoosh…”
Immediately, everyone flew towards Han Yu, and soon surrounded Han Yu, all glaring at each other with murderous aura.
Han Yu glanced at Gong Shaohao and sneered.
Gong Shaohao was originally a genius cultivated by the Wuji Temple, but in the Mare Gobi, his arm was cut off by Han Yu, leaving irreparable wounds.
Cultivation is like rowing a boat against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.
Although Gong Shaohao's cultivation level has been maintained, the others are advancing by leaps and bounds. The geniuses of the past have now been reduced to ordinary people.