Whoosh whoosh!
Sounds of piercing the air echoed in the endless darkness, breaking the tranquility of the ancient ruins for hundreds of millions of years.
The warriors' eyes were blazing, full of desire and greed, and they tried their best to activate the true energy in their bodies or control the flying spiritual weapons to rush to the floating islands in front of them.
It was the six Holy Lands who were leading the way, controlling their respective treasures, keeping the major forces and casual cultivators behind them far away.
Boom boom boom!
Lin Jiang, Tu Yan and others stood on top of the spiritual weapon, their gazes were like lightning, and their bodies were releasing auras of righteousness, bloody evil, evil demons, and monsters.
Although they were far away, the powerful true essence still turned into a series of martial arts to attack other holy places, trying to stop the opponent's progress and buy time for themselves. For a while, the area was like a chaotic dance of demons.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Lin Jiang and others rushed into the range of the floating islands. Countless islands, large and small, moved slowly, and the ruined and ruined Immortal Palace Temple was clearly visible.
There are even vibrant spiritual vines and sacred trees growing on it, covering up the ruins of the ancient times, and the spiritual light is flowing on the remaining corner of the palace, and the terrifying aura still remains after hundreds of millions of years.
Lin Jiang and others ignored these floating islands, which seemed to have no big chance at first glance, and rushed unswervingly towards the nine islands in the center.
Along the way, many Holy Land disciples who were brought for training took the initiative to fly out of the spiritual weapons and disappeared into the islands, looking for the treasures and inheritance left in ancient times.
On the inscribed spirit boat in the Zhenwu Holy Land, high-level inscription formations lit up to protect the entire spirit boat from being broken by the attacks of the other five powerful men in the Mysterious Core Realm.
Gu Xin, a strong man in the Xuandan Realm of the Zhenwu Holy Land, stood proudly on the bow of the ship with his hands behind his back. The terrifying sword imagery around him turned into a golden divine sword and attacked the other five people, while he looked at the spirit boat. On a young man sitting cross-legged inside.
The young man was about twenty-four or five years old. He had an imposing manner and gave people the feeling of a sword being unsheathed. There was a three-foot long sword placed on his knees.
His indifferent eyes looked calmly at the horrific attacks raging outside the spirit boat, unmoved at all, as if the attack that could seriously injure Yuantai sixth and seventh level warriors was just an illusion.
No one within three feet of this man dared to approach him. The remaining Zhenwu Holy Land disciples on the Inscription Spirit Boat looked at him with both fear and admiration.
Gu Xin smiled and said gently to the young man: "With one sword, this ancient ruins are vast and boundless, and there are many floating islands containing ancient treasures and inheritances. As the chief senior brother of the Holy Land, why not lead all the disciples?" Go and have some experience?”
Hearing Gu Xin's consultative tone, Chen Yijian's indifferent eyes, sitting cross-legged on the spirit boat, finally changed.
He looked at the slowly moving dilapidated island outside and the few geniuses coming out of the other five holy places, and a fighting spirit emerged from his body, "Okay."
I saw Chen Yijian move, and the surrounding disciples were dazzled. He had already appeared outside the spirit boat, but those disciples did not see his movements clearly at all.
When Gu Xin saw the disciples standing there dumbly, he raised his eyebrows and said in a stern tone: "Why are you staying there? Why don't you follow your senior brother!"
"Yes!" After hearing Gu Xin's words, the disciples hurriedly used their skills to follow the footsteps of senior brother Chen Yijian, and went to the floating island to see if they could obtain some weapons, inheritance and elixirs left over from ancient times.
Gu Xin looked at the other disciples and couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "When will these disciples be able to reassure me as much as Yi Jian?"
An old man on the side laughed and said: "Elder Gu, Yi Jian is the most outstanding genius in our Zhenwu Holy Land for thousands of years. How can other disciples compare with him."
"Yes, Yi Jian has reached the third level of Yuantai Realm at a young age, and his combat power is even comparable to that of a seventh level warrior of Yuantai Realm. Among the younger generation in the entire continent, there are only five who can compare with Yi Jian. "…
Gu Xin listened to the words of the elders and sighed in his heart. Not only was Chen Yijian the son of the headmaster, his talent was so high that he was envied by his peers. As expected, the next headmaster must be him.
Shaking his head and cutting away the distracting thoughts in his mind, Gu Xin said in a deep voice to everyone: "Okay, the first priority is to rush to the island that attracts the rectangular stone slab to obtain the ancient inheritance and bring it back to the Holy Land. Elders can help me! "
"Okay!" The elders of the Zhenwu Holy Land responded, and the true energy in their bodies continued to pour into the inscribed spirit boat at their feet.
The spirit boat suddenly trembled, then accelerated violently, and flew towards the nine islands in the center at a slightly faster speed.
Seeing this, the other five people also asked the elders of the Holy Land to use their true energy together, and followed closely behind.
…
Countless warriors rushed towards the floating islands. The strong ones glanced at the small floating islands with few palaces and pavilions. They continued to fly forward without any pause. What they wanted was the more precious treasures and inheritance behind them;
Those warriors who had reached the Divine Sea Realm and were qualified to enter the ancient ruins knew that they were incapable of competing with the real experts for powerful opportunities, so after passing an island that seemed to have some opportunities, they rushed into it, hoping that Get some treasures yourself.
Except for those small islands that didn't even have a palace, thousands of warriors poured into the remaining hundreds of floating islands that might hide opportunities.
People are constantly discovering traces of artistic conception left over from ancient times in the ruins of Tianling Vine, as well as some fragments of spiritual weapons whose spirituality has collapsed and whose aura is no longer visible.
Someone even discovered the mutilated corpse of an ancient creature deep in a half-collapsed mountainous island. Only one foot bone, one hand bone and half of the body were left. Its head was buried somewhere.
After hundreds of millions of years, the corpse still exudes an aura that can destroy ordinary Shenhai realm warriors, and even the bones of the ancient creature shine with red-gold light.
"The bones of the hands and feet of the ancient corpses are as hard as fifth-level spiritual weapons!" At a place where the rocks collapsed on the mountain-like island, a Yuantai realm warrior resisted the aura left by the corpses. , dug it out from the ruins, his eyes filled with disbelief.
A black light passed by the side of the island, seeming to have discovered the aura emanating from the ancient creature's corpse, and flew back again.
A man with a sickly pale complexion and a demonic aura constantly changing into the shape of a vicious ghost stared at the corpse, then looked down at the warrior who got the corpse, and said with a ferocious smile.
"Hand over the corpse of this ancient creature, and I will spare your life."
Hearing the sick man's words, the warrior's eyes burned with anger, "Your cultivation level is only at the second level of Yuantai like me, so what qualifications do you have to spare my life?"
The sickly man smiled slyly, with a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes, and said: "I am kind enough to spare your life, but you don't put down the corpse in your hands and run away. Okay, okay, then you will keep your life!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the demonic energy in the sick man's body surged violently, turning into a black python, swallowing snake letters, and pounced on the warrior.
The warrior was startled, the aura of death enveloped his heart, and he hurriedly used martial arts to kill the black dragon, but it had no effect at all.
A scream sounded, and a large amount of blood flowed from the black python's ferocious mouth. It was obvious that the latter was swallowed by it. As for the corpse of the ancient creature, it had already fallen into the hands of the sick man.
The two have the same cultivation level, but their strength is completely different!
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The examples of the sick man and the warrior are repeated throughout the ancient ruins. Countless warriors are frantically exploring the floating islands, looking for opportunities left behind by the ancient times.
Once they get the chance of a treasure left over from ancient times, every warrior will be ecstatic, but the next moment they will be bombarded by the martial arts seen around them, trying to compete for the chance of the treasure.
Every island is plunged into crazy melee!
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