: Go back

"Amitabha, let me forgive you if you have to. There are so many of you, why should you force a junior so much?"

At this moment, the fat monk who had been watching from a distance walked over with a smile on his face.

When many people saw this fat monk, their eyes showed a strong look of fear and involuntarily gave up a way out.

"Master, this matter has nothing to do with Tenlong Temple, so you should not interfere."

The man who spoke before seemed to have a considerable background and was not very afraid of the fat monk.

"Amitabha, if everything is too long, the fate will be over soon, so why should the donor do this?"

The master couldn't say that when he heard this, he just smiled and shook his head, and did not leave.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the sea of ​​clouds churned in the sky, accompanied by the sound of rolling wind and thunder. Divine rainbows broke through the sky in the distance, with hundreds of thousands of them.

The people from the Motians Sect and the Huangquan Sect returned, and drove the fierce beasts on the sky, and the fierce waves of air shook the entire sky trembled.

Everyone raised their heads and looked shocked. A hint of eager shout came from deep in the clouds: "You will return to the sect immediately, report the situation here, and send more powerful people to support."

As soon as he finished speaking, a few people from the crowd of the Motians Sect and the Huangquan Sect turned around and left, with a rushing look, and directly crossed the void and left the place.

The seventh Demon God's mausoleum was released, and the fluctuations of the aura spread throughout the Motian Realm. In the near future, more and more sects will surely come.

Although the Motian Sect is a top sect in the Motian Realm, it cannot control the heavens and all realms like the Ancient Vine Clan.

It won't take long to see this ancient world, which is regarded as an ominous place by the world, will be overwhelmed by countless monks, and there will be no lack of ancient forces that are on par with the Martian Sect and Huangquan Sect, so they have to ask for help.

At this moment, everyone's attention returned to the Demon God Palace and no longer focused on Ling Tian.

In comparison, this ancient demon god's tomb is obviously more attractive than Ling Tian and is worthy of their attack.

Seeing these two giants looking anxiously, Ling Tian thought that the real treasure in the palace should not have been born. When he came back this time, he should have wanted to completely open the Demon God Palace, which gave him a chance to escape.

"Our families join forces to quickly break through the Demon God Palace and take out the treasure inside. How about it?"

Moro looked at the seven hall masters of Huangquan Sect, and then looked at the Master Shuobu and the old Taoist priests of the Dao Sect.

"Can!"

The seven palace masters of Huangquan Sect discussed for a while and nodded in agreement, but their expressions were obviously a little reluctant.

After all, this is the treasure of Huangquan Sect. Now it needs to be shared with others. No one would feel comfortable if it were.

"I will definitely give my all!"

The old Taoist priest from the Dadao Sect was very active and responded immediately. Although he knew he would not get much benefit, he was better than returning home empty-handed.

In contrast, the master was much more indifferent, and his figure retreated like a breeze. He smiled and shook his head, saying, "Tianlong Temple is not interested in the palace of the Seventh Demon God, so he will not interfere."

"Since that's the case, we won't force it. Lords of the Palace, let's take action."

Moro glanced at the master and wanted the fat monk to withdraw. Behind the other party was Tianlong Temple. Although its power was not as powerful as the Motian Sect, it was not easy to mess with after all. When the treasure division was uneven, it would cause unnecessary controversy. Now it would save this trouble.

At present, led by Moro and the seven palace masters of Huangquan Sect, dozens of powerful men broke into the Demon God Palace, hoping to completely open the tomb of the ancient Demon God.

"boom!"

The palace made of glass outside the sky shook violently, bursting with dazzling divine lights, making the entire burial world tremble.

"Something seems wrong!"

Ling Tian's eyes narrowed, and he felt a fatal danger in the dark, which made him feel cold all over.

He glanced at everyone around him and found that everyone was staring at the ancient palace with an inexplicable look on his face, and no one noticed the abnormality at all.

Seeing this scene, Ling Tian quietly retreated behind everyone, secretly used the Heavenly Dao Method, ready to escape at any time.

"boom!"

Another violent tremor, the majestic ancient palace continued to shake out the divine light, causing the world to follow and shake.

But in an instant, this ancient palace changed, and its momentum became even more magnificent, like a mountain standing between heaven and earth.

The surface of the palace is filled with ancient runes, and the words from the age they are from. Even though they have been buried deep underground for countless years, the divine light is still flowing.

These runes seemed to be spiritual, and evolved into various creatures in the heavens and all worlds. Under the refraction of the sky light, they were all shining brightly and filled with a heart-wrenching breath.

"Not good, retreat quickly!"

It was not until this time that a strong man realized something was wrong and hurriedly spoke to remind him.

There was almost no need for them to speak, and the people inside had already noticed something was wrong, so they turned around and rushed outside.

Some people walking in the front suddenly burst into pieces and turned into a blood mist. They died very strangely. People outside didn't even see anything before taking action.

"Swish swish swish swish!"

Everyone was retreating violently, and even the people outside felt the danger and rushed to the distance as soon as possible.

"Go away!"

Moro's face was pale, and he was so scared that his souls all rushed out, and he rushed out dangerously.

Behind him, the seven palace masters of Huangquan Sect followed closely, all with panic expressions on their faces, and even used magical tools before they could barely escape.

"How could this be?"

Everyone looked scared, and Moro's face looked particularly ugly. Seeing that the treasure was about to take action, this kind of heresy was born. In the end, he not only gained nothing, but also lost so many masters.

"This is the backhand left by the Seventh Demon God, and the purpose is to prevent anyone from disturbing his sleep."

A master of the Sky Sect made such a judgment and said, "I'm afraid only Huangquan Sect knows how to open this palace. For others, this is simply a deadly hell."

"You can't talk nonsense!"

Suddenly, the seven palace masters of the Huangquan Sect burst into laughter, with mocking expressions on their faces.
Chapter completed!