Hearing the boy’s words, the goatee old man blew his beard and stared in anger, and said angrily: "It's really a nonsense, what kind of jerk are you talking about, I finally cultivated you disciples. But those who want to inherit my mantle, they usually sacrifice to me and worship me. I now have spare capacity to help most of them. That is already the limit. Let me help them even their own inheritance. I can’t do it. Here!"
This goatee old man was angry and angry, pacing back and forth in the hall, and heard the sound of pleading outside the hall door, and sighed: "Fine, nothing, in my small world, maybe even It can be crowded, and then a few disciples with weaker cultivation bases can be squeezed in, but there are at most about 20 places."
"Master, you are the best!"
The boy was surprised and delighted at once, and hurriedly ran outside, notifying the martial artists of the sect of the news as soon as possible.
Hearing the shouts of joy that erupted outside the temple gate, the old man sighed, and there was no trace of confidence in his muddy eyes.
Suddenly, the goatee old man felt a sense, his complexion changed, and he walked outside the hall, and when he looked up, he saw that the original dark sky was turned into a dark sky due to the invasion of monsters. Above, countless monsters suddenly melted like hot soup and snow at this moment, revealing the azure blue sky before.
A white-clothed young man was slowly walking down from the sky above the sky, and did not make a move, but just the breath radiating from his surroundings had melted the many monsters one by one.
"You are, God Lord Yun!"
When this white-clothed young man walked down from the sky, many martial arts in this world couldn't help showing awe on their faces. Their cultivation strength was low, and they couldn't feel the true realm of the white-clothed young man. But at the level of life, he instinctively felt a sense of awe.
However, the goatee old man in the world realm, when he saw the white-clothed young man, his face was shocked and overjoyed. He hurriedly greeted him and said: "Lord Yun, I was in the killing battlefield that day. I saw you once."
This white-clothed boy who walked down from a high altitude is indeed Yunchuan, and the strongest man in this world, Otto World God, had seen Yunchuan early in the killing battlefield, so he saw it at first sight , Yunchuan has been identified.
Yun Chuan nodded, showing a strange look on his face, and said: "In other words, in this world, there is already an entrance to the killing battlefield?"
The goatee old man nodded and said: "The old man opened the entrance to the killing battlefield before, and he once went to experience it. However, the current killing battlefield has become more and more dangerous in it, and the old man can no longer enter. It's inside."
Yun Chuan nodded and smiled, and said: "This way, I still have a lot of strength left. You want to take people from your world across the void. You can wait for a while. I am going to open up the killing battlefield. Passage, at that time you can enter into it from the passage of this killing battlefield and head to the secluded world or the world of Profound Sky.
After Yun Chuan's words were finished, he did not continue to stay, but found the entrance to the killing battlefield. The whole person directly turned into a stream of light, from the entrance of this world into the killing battlefield.
He has been away from the Profound Sky World and the Nether Realm for a period of time. During this period of time, he can clearly feel that the state of the Disaster Star has been greatly improved compared with the previous one. The previous one has consumed the power on the Disaster Star. That kind of influence is also about to be restored. Once the previous kind of influence is restored, it will be the moment when the Dark Creator and others will again invade.
It is precisely this way. He was delighted when he heard that the previous channel connecting the killing battlefield in this world had been opened, because if he were to reopen it, it would take him at least a few days.
After Yunchuan's figure walked far away, the goatee old man reacted, his eyes were overjoyed, he looked at the crowd below, and laughed: "You are lucky, lucky. Okay, okay, don’t choose any more disciples in the door, all of them can enter my small world. Lord Yun has already gone to open up the channel of the killing battlefield, as long as the channel of the killing battlefield can be opened up, to At that time, I don't need to maintain my full strength and cross the void. I will be able to reach the Nether Realm and the Profound Sky World very quickly from the killing battlefield."
Hearing the words of the goatee old man, everyone in all directions cheered, and they were orderly, preparing to enter the small world of Otto's world gods for migration.
Yunchuan has passed through this world and entered the killing battlefield. What you can see in your eyes can clearly see that the giant magic egg embryos are beating like a heart, and some have burst open. Here, a monster emerged from the embryo of the magic egg.
As this situation changes, the entire killing battlefield has been very different from the previous scene. All the killing auras have all been aroused, and the killing battlefield has even become flesh and blood underneath the killing battlefield. Mire and swamp.
An endless army of monsters, one by one, emerged from this killing battlefield, turning this killing battlefield into a sea of monsters. Compared with other places, these monsters are more powerful. , Even when Yunchuan’s Divine Soul power swept through for the first time, he could already feel it, and there were even a few semi-divine monsters not far away.
You know, the area Yunchuan entered can also be said to be the outer area of this killing battlefield, and only in this outer area, there have been semi-god monsters. It is conceivable that the environment of this killing battlefield is How bad it is.
There have been many martial artists who died in the killing battlefield, and with the erosion of the devilish energy, the blood of the former martial arts and the spirits that escaped in the air have become the natural paradise of these monsters. In these bloody quagmire, more It has become a natural paradise for monsters.
Creak, creak.
Yun Chuan frowned. He did not volley through the air, but stepped on this quagmire of flesh and blood. Within this quagmire of flesh and blood, those flesh and blood have turned into a gray and black color due to the erosion of demonic energy. .