Chapter 163 Three Mountains and Five Ridges Yancheng
Facing an offensive of this level, no matter who it is, there is only one way to die!
Unless the strength reaches an incredible level, and one can resist hundreds of holy magic weapons simply by relying on means, then one can seize a glimmer of hope under such encirclement and suppression. There is no other way.
"Who are you, who are you!"
Under the violent surge of various air waves, Xu Wenjun was almost completely submerged.
His pupils glowed with scarlet color, and he tried his best to escape from this place.
No matter what inheritance or sword, they are all empty in the face of life!
Even if your life is gone, how can you have time to care about other people?
As for those cultivators who were trapped in a tight siege, he couldn't control them and couldn't control them.
"Sir, don't...don't abandon us!"
Those cultivators were all scared to death.
Some people sensed something was wrong early on, and fled out desperately as the detector approached.
This group of people is undoubtedly lucky. They do not need to face the suppression of holy magic weapons. They only need to resist the attacks of the mysterious magic weapons on the periphery. Although they are seriously injured and embarrassed, they can finally survive. Save a life.
However, most of the cultivators followed Xu Wenjun.
Their location is in the center.
Hundreds of sacred magic weapons are overwhelming and devastating.
Especially the Longquan sword in Ye Chen's hand was surrounded by the aura of dozens of dragons, which together released a terrifying evil aura. How many creatures must be killed to create such an exaggerated aura?
Under the influence of the dragon's energy, hundreds of holy instruments roared together, crushing the void again.
Continuously majestic and immortal!
Zheng! Click! boom!
All kinds of sounds penetrated into the ears.
In the field, disciples were constantly being crushed, their flesh and blood exploding to pieces.
The entire Divine Weapon Cemetery has become a Shura field, and the smell of blood is filling your nostrils.
Several cultivators tried their best to escape to the edge of the Divine Soldier Cemetery. Just when they thought they were saved, a large cauldron fell from the sky and made a dull sound.
Several of them were crushed without even letting out a scream.
Miserable, massacre!
Ye Chen looked at all this with a cold expression.
He had no sympathy for this.
That is to say, I have a backup plan, but what if I don’t?
The Arbiter came in person, what was his intention? He just wanted to kill himself and take away the inheritance.
If you want to take something by force, you must be prepared to die on the spot!
"I don't want to die!"
In the desperate situation, Xu Wenjun burst out with endless consciousness of survival. He opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, which turned into cold flames and burned around him. Then his body became much taller, like a god, raising his hand to fight.
The overwhelming air waves rise and fall one after another.
A giant flaming hand stretched out, covering the sky and the earth, and the turbulence was extraordinary.
He wanted to use this move to force his way through the holy magic weapon!
clang!
Several holy magic weapons were pushed away by this hand, and the sound shook the sky and the void trembled.
Xu Wenjun was overjoyed, thinking that he had caught the tail of hope, and then he took action one after another. Flame palm prints burst out from his body and hit the void in all directions, constantly shattering the sky and making deafening sounds.
"Ah, sir, save me!"
"help me!"
Some screams echoed in my ears.
Xu Wenjun looked nervous and calm, so he didn't have time to pay attention to others.
What does it have to do with him whether others die or not?
"Open... open!"
Xu Wenjun was extremely excited. Under the continuous bombardment of his palm prints, all the magical weapons in the void in front were finally shaken away. Behind the mist, a glimmer of light was revealed, exuding the breath of life.
He stood up from the ground and ran away at the fastest speed in his life.
escape! escape! escape!
This is the only thought he has at this moment!
Bang!
A giant hammer came towards me at a very fast speed.
Xu Wenjun was horrified. He was caught off guard and was hit in the chest by the giant hammer, sending him flying backwards.
The chest bones were all cracked.
All protective spiritual energy was also shattered.
Not to mention continuing to fight, even if he moved, he would be in pain and sweat all over his body.
The spiritual energy in the body is no longer sustainable, and there is a tendency that it can no longer supply it.
Xu Wenjun's face was pale and his eyes were desperate.
As the saying goes, if you make great efforts at once, then they will fade away, and after three times, you will be exhausted.
After several consecutive attacks and failed to break out of the Divine Weapon Cemetery, where is the next chance?
laugh!
A sword blooming with golden light was sent into Xu Wenjun's heart.
The young man's figure gradually emerged from the mist.
"you……"
Xu Wenjun's pupils were full of hatred and unwillingness.
But soon, he became completely silent.
A master of the holy realm who had lost his life three times died just like that!
laugh! laugh! laugh!
The combination of various magic weapons actually formed a terrifying storm, sweeping ruthlessly across the heaven and earth.
Finally, when the last figure in the Divine Weapon Cemetery was killed, everything returned to peace.
The Longquan Sword gathered its golden light and was quietly held in Ye Chen's hand.
The dragon carvings on it are no longer as sharp as they were at first.
Looking at the blood rain in the sky, Ye Chen looked as usual.
It's a pity that a few people ran fast and I couldn't keep them!
"Chen...Brother Chen, isn't this too fierce?"
Xu Ran carefully poked his head out from behind a statue.
The previous scene really refreshed all his knowledge.
With his own strength, he could control everything in the world and all the magic weapons. This made Xu Ran feel uneasy.
"Let's go."
Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the distant sky.
Among the people who escaped earlier, there seemed to be Cheng Liang and Situ Lie. These two seemed to be righteous, but in fact they were more slippery than anyone else. They ran away immediately when they saw something wrong, without hesitation for a quarter of an hour.
It was this decisiveness that allowed them to avoid the siege of the holy artifacts.
The few people who escaped were all seriously injured, extremely miserable, and dying.
Under the guidance of the mysterious woman in the tripod, Ye Chen found the teleportation formation in a cave less than half an hour away from the tomb of the magic weapons.
This teleportation formation was obviously unknown to anyone, and the energy contained in it was very rich.
Even a master of the holy realm could teleport back and forth several times.
The three of them stepped into the magic formation together, the light was rich, and the next moment they opened their eyes, they had already arrived outside the ancient battlefield.
"Where is this?"
After Ye Chen walked out, his eyes swept around.
There are peaks and hills everywhere, which doesn't seem to be in the territory of Xiaoyue Dynasty.
"This place is the Three Mountains and Five Ridges, very close to Shenwu Sect."
The woman said.
Ye Chen: "..."
Is there no formation to teleport back to Xiaoyue Dynasty? Why did you come to the Three Mountains and Five Ridges?
After all, there is a vast territory between the Three Mountains and Five Ridges and Xiaoyue Dynasty. Even if it is a very fast flying magic weapon, it will take more than ten days to cross.
Most practitioners will never leave the place where they were born and raised in their lifetime.
Only those with strong strength or strong financial resources can go back and forth between the two places at will.
As if seeing Ye Chen's thoughts, the woman snorted coldly, "It's good to be able to come out. The entrances to this ancient battlefield of the holy realm were all over the northern state, but as time goes by, there are only a few left."
"It seems that I can only return to Xiaoyue Dynasty through the teleportation formation."
Ye Chen sighed. It was a pity that he actually came to the vicinity of Shenwu Sect.
I just killed all their people in the formation!
"Let's go, find the largest city nearby, and rush back to Xiaoyue Dynasty through the teleportation formation."
Ye Chen flew up and scanned the surrounding mountains.
It is indeed a place of mountains and five ridges. At a glance, all the mountains are towering into the clouds.
Many cities are built beside the mountains.
"Well, to teleport from here to Xiaoyue Dynasty, each person needs at least 20 medium-grade spirit stones."
Xu Ran coughed dryly and tried to ask, "Brother Chen, I can't take out so many at once, otherwise you can give me a cushion first, and I will pay you back when I return to Xiaoyue Dynasty?"
Ye Chen glared, "Do you think I look like someone who can take out 20 medium-grade spirit stones?"
"Brother, I have some here."
Xu Jiaqi smiled obediently, tilted her head, very cute.
Just like this, the three flew over the mountains and rushed towards the big city ahead.
This city is called Yancheng, which is the largest and most prosperous city within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles.
Now this city is bustling with people coming and going.
Ye Chen was walking when he suddenly noticed that the space inside the cauldron was shaking violently.
Then, the mysterious woman spoke, "I sensed the existence of Dao Ze, it's very close, in this city!"
"Dao Ze?"
Ye Chen was overjoyed, "Where is it?"
"The source of the breath is a thousand meters ahead!"
Ye Chen looked forward in the direction the woman said.
A thousand meters away was a huge guild hall, crowded with people.
Many people in noble clothes were standing in front of the door to welcome guests.
Above the guild hall, there was a plaque with five big characters on it - "Alchemist Competition"!
