Han Yu was greatly moved, and asked: "The first-level tomb is the tomb of the strong in the realm of Earth martial arts, the second-level ancient tomb is the tomb of the strong in the realm of Tianwu, and what kind of tomb is the tomb of the third-level fierce? Is it in the realm of Tianwu? On, is there a more powerful existence?"
Tian Lao smiled and said: "Hehe... Martial arts are endless, and there are naturally more powerful existences above the realm of Tianwu!"
In Han Yu's heart, the stormy waves turned up. The powerhouses in the realm of Tianwu can travel the nine days and dominate the heavens. In the eyes of practitioners of other levels, they are omnipotent and terrifying existences. , hurriedly asked: "What is there?"
Tian Lao said: "You don't need to know what existence is now. You just need to remember that the way of cultivation is boundless. The realm of Tianwu you know is not the pinnacle of martial arts. There are even more powerful areas on top of it."
Han Yu nodded secretly. Indeed, he is only in the Xuanwu realm now, and he is still 108,000 miles away from the Tianwu realm. What about the Tianwu realm? Now, do you know that it has no impact on his cultivation, but It still aroused the fighting spirit in Han Yu's heart.
Tian Lao continued: "If you can capture and refine the undead resentment of the owner of the tomb here, you can definitely become a Xieling Master!"
Han Yu's blood boiled and he couldn't bear it anymore, and exclaimed, "Really?"
Tian Lao suddenly poured a pot of cold water down and said, "But with your current cultivation level, you obviously cannot reach the core area of this tomb."
"Everyone, come and see, there is a stone tablet here!" At this moment, a cry came from the river in the distance, and everyone walked over after hearing the words.
"River of the Fallen, this river is called the River of Fallen!"
"The fallen river, the gods have fallen, and the demons have fallen. Those who see this monument quickly retreat, or they will bear the consequences!" One person read the content on the stone monument, which immediately caused a burst of uproar.
The gods will fall, and the demons will fall, so who can live in this river
"Tian Lao, what is the river of the fallen?" Han Yu asked, he had never heard of this kind of river, and the people around them looked at them blankly, apparently never heard of it either.
"The River of the Fallen is the most common murderous place in the third-level murderous tombs. It has evolved from a strange formation. Any creature that enters the River of Fallen will sink, even if it is a Tianwu that can fly with air. Cultivators in the realm cannot leap over the fallen river, and once they touch the surface of the fallen river, even the immortals can’t save them.” Tian Lao explained.
Han Yu was taken aback. Even the powerhouses of the Tianwu realm were unable to leap. This fallen river is even more terrifying than the undercurrent of quicksand flowing in the Jinhe River. He asked, "Is there no way to pass the fallen river?"
Having arrived here, Han Yu didn't want to give up halfway. The third-level vicious tomb is a cemetery that is stronger than the realm of Tianwu. The treasure inside can be imagined how terrifying it will be. Han Yu will benefit as long as he gets a little bit. endless.
Tian Lao said: "Only boats that need special materials can pass through, and this kind of boat can only be made by Master Qi Tian."
"It's just to scare everyone. If it can really sink everything, where did the seniors who came in before went?" Suddenly a sneer sounded, and it was Xiao Taijie, a young handsome man who listened to Feng Zong. .
"Brother Xiao is right. Several of our Jinhongmen elders have already arrived here. They are not here now. They have obviously crossed the river. I think this stone tablet is erected here to scare people!" Jinhongmen's Junjie Wei Xiang flew off.
"There is no boat that can't cross the river in the world. Watch me condense a boat!" Xiao Taijie was shocked, and the powerful aura of the seventh level of Lingwu swept out like a tornado. For his own use, in the void, to create a ship of spiritual energy.
Soon, a small boat was formed in the void, which could accommodate more than ten people. Xiao Taijie started again and created two aura paddles. Such a method made everyone stunned.
"Seventh-level Lingwu practitioners are indeed terrifying, and they can use spiritual energy to shape everything in the world!" A fifth-level Lingwu practitioner sighed. The Spiritual Martial Realm can transform the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth for one's own use, and those with the first level of Spiritual Martial Arts can shape weapons with aura and use it in battle. A strong person above the seventh level of Lingwu can not only develop weapons, but also all things in the world.
"go!"
Xiao Taijie let out a low voice and sent his hands forward, and the ship of spiritual energy landed on the river of depravity under his control.
"Pfft..."
The river water splashed, and the ship of spiritual energy rippled with the waves, and did not sink.
"Tian Lao, didn't you say that only the special ships built by Qi Tianshi can float on the river of depravity, how can a spiritual energy ship also do?" Han Yu asked secretly.
"Just take a look and you'll know." Tian Lao deliberately sold it off.
"Haha, am I right? The advice on this stone tablet is just to scare people!" Xiao Taijie swept over the crowd contemptuously, enjoying the feeling of being in the limelight.
Xiao Taijie jumped and landed on the boat of spiritual energy. He smiled at Wei Xiangfei and said, "Brother Wei, I'll take a step first!"
Wei Xiangfei's color changed slightly. He and Xiao Taijie made a big bet before they entered the cemetery. Whoever entered the cemetery deeper would win. He didn't want to lose to Xiao Taijie.
Hearing Fengzong's people boarded the boat one after another, and just jumped on two, Xiao Taijie on the boat suddenly let out a scream, and then people saw that the ship of spiritual energy melted quickly, and Xiao Taijie and others suddenly felt like they were killed by water ghosts. The three of them were quickly swallowed by the Fallen River in the sound of fearful screams, and soon they could not even see a single hair.
"his..."
The people on the bank retreated one after another, fearing that they would be splashed by the water of the Fallen River and encounter unexpected events. The remaining few people from the Fengzong were so frightened that their whole bodies were trembling, and there was a kind of fear of passing by death.
Wei Xiangfei was sweating coldly on his forehead, and the half-shaped aura ship quietly dissolved, standing in a daze.
The eyes of everyone looking at the stone tablet were full of fear. A master of the seventh level of Lingwu, who had no room to struggle, was swallowed by the river of degeneration. Who would dare to doubt the words on the stone tablet.
"Hehe, the stone tablet has already stated that some people are still self-righteous, and now they are dead with no bones left." A sect disciple who had a gap with Tingfeng Sect sneered.
"Even if the masters of the senior generation have the means to pass through the river of depravity, can you, a young man who is still inexperienced, be able to compare with the masters of the senior generation? Arrogant and arrogant, the result is self-destruction!"
Listening to the sneering and sarcasm around, listening to Feng Zong's surviving hearts like a knife, listening to Feng Zong's current strongest Pang De's water canthus, his eyes swept over a few sneering people, and found that these people are all he can't afford to provoke. Yes, he just swallowed the anger that was in his throat, and took the rest of the Tingfeng Sect to retreat decisively.
When he came to Han Yu and the others, he suddenly stopped, his face became extremely hideous, and he said fiercely: "Boy, I told you before that you must never meet me again!"
Pang Deshui felt aggrieved in his heart, and Han Yu, who was not strong, became his goal to vent his anger and regain his self-esteem.