Chapter 134 The first person to die!

Chapter 134 The first person to die!

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha Saint of Ruo Zen Temple looked at the situation in the field calmly, and he also understood in his heart that even if he had heard about the situation in the East Region, it was better to see it with his own eyes. Although Chu Saint had outstanding cultivation talent, his relationship with other saints was average. He also muttered: "Since Chu Saint is here, let's go in together!"

The saint of Nantian Temple.

The saint of the Holy Fire Sect.

Although the two looked ugly.

But they did not stop.

Who knows what is going on inside? Having a powerful practitioner may not be a bad thing. Besides, their fear of Chu Xun does not mean that they have no ability to check and balance. If they are forced to summon the Taoist soldiers left by the Great Saint, they can still kill the other party.

"Boom!"

The Buddha Saint took the lead.

He walked in first.

The saint of the Divine Walking Sect.

The old woman with a cane.

All these people followed closely behind.

Even the old man holding the Heavenly Secret Plate struggled to get up, knowing that there was great terror and great danger inside. The hexagram showed that it was extremely dangerous, but there was also the possibility of turning danger into fortune, and there was even a chance of heaven-defying fortune. It was a crisis and opportunity coexisting. Whether you can seize it depends on your own ability. Seeing several saints going in, he gritted his teeth and went in.

"Swish!"

Since then, all the existing saints in the East Region have entered, even the old farmer was late, rushing to the gap at the end to get in.

"Buzz!"

As they entered.

The world spun around.

It was like crossing a small world.

When they regained consciousness, they came to a red and desolate land, stretching for thousands of miles, the sky was dark and red, and the land was left with the mess after the war. There were ancient chariots without wheels, and there were also traces of knife tips and gunshots on them. In the distance, there were also broken flags planted on a mountain, and there were bones and broken swords everywhere.

"This...?"

The silver-haired young man in the Nantian Palace was slightly pale, with horror in his eyes. This was different from what they saw in the outside world. It was a place with hazy fairy air, holy and flawless, with cranes flying and singing, palaces lasting forever, and a tree covering the sky dropping supreme fruits. There were also immortals sitting cross-legged under the tree since ancient times, preaching and explaining the supreme mysteries. It was a place of good fortune.

And what is this?

Thousands of miles of red land.

The sky was dark.

Bones were everywhere under the feet.

A terrible murderous aura filled the air all around.

Ghosts cried and wolves howled in silence.

Not only him.

The saint of the Goddess Sect.

The saint of the Godly Walking Sect.

The old farmer.

Their eyes were also fixed there, their expressions were a little frozen, and the emotion of regret had spread. If they had known that this area was this ghost place, they would never come down even if they were beaten to death. Even if there were good things, they would have to live to enjoy them. Looking back silently, they saw that the way back was cut off and the beam that sent them here had disappeared.

"It's over!" The old man of Tianji Sect looked a little pale. The hexagram showed a great disaster, but he still couldn't help but be impatient. As a result, he encountered this scene and his life and death were unpredictable.

"Hmm?"

The several saints from the outside world also looked solemn. The enthusiasm and joy on their faces had disappeared, replaced by solemnity. The emotions of separation just now also gathered. The saint of Nantian Temple said softly: "It seems that this place is really not ready to open. It is still accompanied by great disasters. Before we achieve results, we still hope to assist each other!"

The Buddhist saint of Ruochan Temple and the saint of Holy Fire Sect nodded gently. The scene in front of them was really not optimistic. They felt that they had fallen into an ancient relic. In the ancient battlefield, the slightest carelessness would cause unpredictable things.

"Where is there a broken holy weapon!" The silver-haired young man of Nantian Temple looked at a broken long spear not far away, and was a little impatient. Even if this holy weapon was broken, it could be used after a little repair, and it could be sold for a lot of money.

"Don't move!" The saint of Nantian Temple said indifferently.

"Hmm!"

The silver-haired young man nodded gently. Coming to this strange place, he knew the most basic things. However, his gaze seemed to awaken the sleeping weapon spirit. In an instant, the broken long spear burst into a fierce killing intent, as if the old scene was reappearing, and an extremely majestic figure held it and killed him all the way until the spear broke and sank.

And this long spear only had a broken weapon spirit, only killing intent.

Feel the eyes of others.

"Swish!"

Cut straight.

Cut down with a spear.

Release a scarlet crescent moon.

"Hmph!"

The saint of the Southern Heaven Temple snorted coldly. A small remnant dared to be presumptuous, but when he was about to take action, he suddenly felt that the entire ancient battlefield seemed to be aroused. A terrible killing aura gathered from all directions, and the dark sky seemed to condense a terrible killing array. The trembling from the soul made him solidify on the spot.

Just this hesitation.

The silver-haired young man on the left was directly cut.

"Puff!"

A cluster of blood spurted out.

Drops of blood.

The silver-haired young man standing on the right had his eyes fixed, and was stunned. The next moment, his heart was filled with strong murderous intent and panic, and he roared: "Brother!"

The two of them were twins, and they were equally gifted and were canonized as the Holy Sons of the Southern Heaven Temple. He and his brother have been inseparable for these years. Who would have thought that he would be brutally killed just because he took a look at the remnants of the weapons during this outing.

"Swish!"

The three-legged golden crow immediately covered the remaining breath of the silver-haired young man, preventing his anger and murderous aura, as well as various emotions from being released, and the surrounding area was also frozen.

The saint of the Shenxing Sect.

The old woman with a cane.

The old farmer.

As well as the Buddha and others who came with them, their eyes were all fixed. As soon as they came in, a saint from the Nantian Temple died because he took one more look at the broken saint soldiers. Even the saint could not protect him, which made them slightly stunned. I'm so scared, what on earth is this place?

"boom!"

The saint in the Nantian Temple wearing silver armor burst out with sharp beams of light, and there was anger roaring in his eyes. Just because he hesitated, one of the juniors he admired so much fell away. He stared at the ferocious Chang Ge, and his pupils were filled with murderous intent. , stretched out his fingers and forcibly imprisoned and suppressed.

"Do not impulse!"

The face of the Buddha in Ruochan Temple changed slightly.

Is it possible to be violent in this place?

"Bang!"

The saint of Nantian Temple could not care about so much. If he could not get rid of this murderous weapon, he would not go on this trip, but he would be forcibly imprisoned. The Chang Ge would twist, break, break, and turn into pieces under his palm.鑑粉.

And this kind of behavior also brought disaster. The red earth began to tremble, and there were terrifying beams of light flowing in the sky. The murderous aura surged. Under the dim sky, huge red sword aura suddenly lit up. They were hanging in the sky. From the sky, thousands of swords are hanging down, but they have rules and regulations.

The old man of Tianji Sect looked around, his breathing became even more rapid, and he said in horror: "I'm waiting...in the formation!"