Turn around!

At this time, all the monks present had a question in their minds: What kind of realm can they have to plant their own divine thoughts in the disciple's mind?

At least four levels of spirit gathering!

"It's the Old Dao of the Qilian Sect!" The young monks from the six central provinces did not know who the old Dao was, but Lu Yuqi and Jiang Hanhai were from extraordinary origins and traveled around the world. They naturally recognized the Old Dao of the Old Dao of the Zhan who was famous in Ningxi.

The sixth level of spirit gathering!

It is only one line away from the seventh level of the first-class combat power gathering in the cultivation world. The head of the Qilian Sect is only at this level.

Even warriors in the divine realm can only die when facing cultivators in this realm.

"Master! It's him, it's him who killed the Second Young Master." Gu Mao's servants showed joy and said one after another. The ups and downs of life are so exciting. Unexpectedly, the Second Master's master will appear at this time.

"roll!"

Chen Yu ignored Old Dao Zhan's words at all, shouted loudly, and the sound of sound came again!

Your apprentice can torture my friend, but I can't kill him? What are you?

Bang.

The huge sound made the air ripples like water. And in the shaking ripples, the figure of Old Dao Zhan seemed to become transparent.

"Dao you, sir?" Old Master Zhan shouted angrily, and his whole figure shattered like glass, turning into light and disappearing between heaven and earth.

Chen Yu's expression was cold and unchanged. He bent his left hand and took Gu Mao's storage ring away with one move with his right hand.

If it is the spiritual consciousness of a cultivator above the level of concentration, he will turn around and escape at this time. But just the seeds of divine thought left by a cultivator in the level of concentration, what is he afraid of?

Hissing.

The energy radiates in the ancient tomb.

"Ah..." Gu Mao's servants and a survivor of Haoran Sect were killed by Chen Yuqu's fingers. He was very decisive and unwilling to take action.

…

…

The situation in the ancient tomb at this moment is a bit chaotic.

When Chen Yu was in a thunderstorm, everyone was paying attention to him. When Chen Yu killed Gu Mao, except for Lu Yuqi, Jiang Hanhai and others, more than ten cultivators who survived on the jade platform for gold sandalwood had already decided to win.

The reason why Lu Yuqi and Jiang Hanhai didn't care about the ownership of the thousand-year-old golden sandalwood is because no one can take away the golden sandalwood under their noses and open the formation controlled by the small tripod to leave. The gap between the input of true qi is enough to die several times. Not long ago, Wang Zhi just demonstrated how he was beaten to death by Chen Yu.

Therefore, the monks from the Jiangbei Escort Agency who grabbed Jintanmu did not stop on the jade platform, but bypassed the battlefield in the middle and prepared to leave from the door of the ancient tomb.

"Senior Brother Wu, go slowly. I have a fate with Jintanmu, so let me see it." A large number of monks behind Senior Brother Wu followed, and a monk from Yanxia Sect shouted.

While this group of people were fighting, they just bypassed the direction where Su Qian and Chen Wan'er were. At this time, Chen Yu had just cleaned up Gu Mao's servant.

"Let's go!" Lu Yuqi shouted, and her slender and graceful figure rushed towards the door of the tomb. She was quite decisive.

It is obvious that with Chen Yu's methods and style of behavior, she had just attacked Jiang Hanhai and was going to be settled! In addition to the dispute between Jin Sandalwood, Chen Yu would definitely kill her and Jiang Hanhai next. Even if she was a cultivator in the Spirit Gathering Realm, she could not fight Chen Yu.

What's more, Chen Yu just got Gu Mao's storage ring. Who knows if there is anything like Yin Water Mines in Gu Mao's storage equipment?

Jiang Hanhai looked at the thousand-year-old golden sandalwood with reluctance, and sacrificed a flying sword weapon in his hand, and rushed towards the door of the tomb with Lu Yuqi.

puff--

Senior Brother Wu, who was being pursued by a large number of monks, was immediately hit by Jiang Hanhai's sword and was almost unable to survive.

When the Luoshan Ancient Tomb was opened, only the Qi Training Realm monks could come in due to the restrictions of the formation at the door. Jiang Hanhai was on the Young Phoenix List and was the best in the Qi Training Realm of Chinese monks. It would be strange if Brother Wu was his opponent.

"Bring it!"

Chen Yu stretched out his hand to wield his strength and swung the golden sandalwood in the air. At this time, the disadvantages of his intermediate magic weapon, the almond pagoda were broken. If there was an intermediate magic weapon in his hand at this time, why not talk nonsense?

He did not chase Lu Yuqi and Jiang Hanhai. In the face of the opportunity to advance to the Spirit Gathering Realm, he could temporarily put this grudge with them aside.

Even though Chen Yu had just tore Gu Mao apart and yelled to pieces by Old Dao Zhan, his wealth was touching. Even if he joined the competition for the golden sandalwood, there would still be a monk who rushed towards Senior Brother Wu without fear of death.

"Haha." Before his death, Senior Brother Wu threw the golden sandalwood in his hand towards Su Qian. Even if he died, he would cause some trouble for these people. When Young Master Chen came in just now, he hugged the tall beauty's slender waist. He knew that his relationship was close at a glance.

Su Qian's delicate pretty face still had tears on her face, and she reached out to grab the thousand-year-old golden sandalwood.

"Mr. Chen, I'll give it to you!" Su Qian wanted to throw the golden sandalwood that emitted a soft light to Chen Yu. She was very smart and knew that she couldn't hold on to the golden sandalwood.

However, at this moment, an accident broke out.

The soft light of the golden sandalwood suddenly surged, and an old voice sounded, "Oh..., I finally waited for another descendant to arrive, I hope I won't let me down again!"

A middle-aged man formed by spiritual thoughts appeared in the ancient tomb with golden sandalwood. He looked about forty years, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, gray temples, and was wearing an ancient costume.

The dozen monks who were chasing were slightly stunned because of Su Qian's identity. Someone exclaimed: "Damn, why is there an old monster in the golden sandalwood?"

"The golden sandalwood has the effect of nourishing spiritual consciousness. I don't know how many years this old monster has been in it. If I didn't know in advance, I would probably be taken over by him in the future."

"Dad..." Seeing the middle-aged man, Su Qian almost subconsciously let out a soft cry. Her parents went to the mountain to fall for the year of her sophomore year. The reason is unknown. Over the past four years, their parents' voice, appearance, smile and appearance have appeared in her mind from time to time. The appearance of the middle-aged man in front of her is so similar to her father.

When the middle-aged man saw Su Qian as a woman, he frowned slightly, "You are my descendants? Let go of your mind."

Su Qian obediently let her mind go. She wanted to communicate with this middle-aged man who was suspected of her father. Then, the whole figure of the middle-aged man merged into Su Qian's forehead and disappeared. The golden sandalwood that held his spiritual sense was still in Su Qian's hands.

"Rob!"

Seeing the old monster's spiritual sense enter Su Qian's mind, a group of monks immediately took action to snatch half a foot long of the thousand-year-old golden sandalwood. The hidden danger disappeared, and this golden sandalwood was still an opportunity to cultivate!

The spells and talismans are colorful.

Boom boom.

Su Qian's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the lower-level magic weapon in her hand was swinged by the Triangle Pill, and dozens of magic spells and talismans were blocked. Then the Triangle Pill flew out and drew an arc in the air.

"Ah..." Five or six monks who were bullied were killed immediately, and blood rain filled with them.

Su Qian let out a sweet shout and said, "The light of rice grains dares to compete for bright light!" She was a delicate beauty, but at the end of this sentence, she made the voice of a middle-aged man. This situation was very strange.

Obviously, she has been controlled by middle-aged people.

Chen Yu sighed lightly in his heart, stepped forward slowly, and said, "Come out! She is my follower."
Chapter completed!