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Ten figures are flying forward in the dead sea. Their breath of terror directly tears the blood mist around the dry sea. Moreover, as they moved, a faint bell continued to disperse in the air, confusing a dead sea corpse.

Hong Ling was very satisfied with the powerful power of the soul capture bell. With it, they did not encounter a powerful corpse this time. They are some demons who practice the virtual and combine the way. After hearing the bell, they are also confused to other places. The terrible thing about the bell is that every creature who hears the bell, whether it's a monster or a monk, whether it's a dead sea corpse or a floating evil spirit, will be confused.

They fall into a terrible illusion, and they can't help but rush towards the illusory illusion. When we wake up, the real prey has disappeared completely. Of course, with Hong Ling's power, it is still difficult to confuse the Dead Sea corpses in the holy land. However, when he met the holy land, he would not miss the opportunity to collect holy level blood soul beads.

With his power and the power of the emperor's utensils, it is not difficult to kill the holy land of the third robbery. Of course, even in the depths of the dead sea, there are very few dead objects and friars in the holy land. They walked for three days, looking at a huge tomb gradually appeared in the distance, and their eyes were full of horror. It lies between heaven and earth, as if connected to the sky above, even nine you below.

Hongling looked at the high mountain on the sea, covered with dense tombstones. These inscriptions, which are hundreds of feet high, are full of decadent atmosphere of antiquity. The monstrous ghost spirit is almost condensed into substance here. The sad sword in Hongling's body is constantly buzzing, releasing the idea of swallowing.

However, Hong Ling did not dare to release the sad sword at will. This ancient tomb with a radius of thousands of miles is really too weird. Hongling's divine sense is of little use here. Those yellow soul calling banners still have terrible spiritual power on them. Countless mysterious charms are on it. Many complaining spirits, attached to the charm, seemed to be sleeping.

People's eyes are bitter and astringent. What kind of existence can such a huge tomb exist in order to create it. What's more, what are the secrets of the inscriptions on the tomb? No one knows when the tomb was built and what it buried.

It seems that the tomb has been buried in the Dead Sea since the records of the human race began. At that time, the dark Dead Sea had not dried up, and the tomb was immersed in the bottom of the sea.

"Is this the northern tomb? What does Tianzhong stand for and what is buried? " Xia Yan looked at the tomb in front of her eyes, her eyes were full of shock.

Not only Xia Yan, but also Hong Ling, the matchless son of the great Chu, was also full of irrecoverable amazement at the northern Ming Tianzhong. Such a huge ancient tomb, how powerful must it have to build it out. What glorious past does this ancient tomb have in its era?

Standing outside the tombs of the northern Ming Dynasty, looking at the thousands of miles of burial soil, looking at the mountain of tombs as high as ten thousand feet, all people's hearts are left with awe. This awe comes from the deep shock of the soul, the piety of the soul, and the desire to die. Before this uncanny work, all people only feel their own incomparable insignificance.

In the perception of Hong Ling and others, he even saw some powerful monks in the distance, crawling down in front of the northern Ming Tianzhong tomb, throwing themselves into the earth and worshiping devoutly. They are like devout believers who revere heaven and earth and worship the gods in their hearts without a trace of color.

Hongling with blood rose people, kneeling in front of the ancient tomb, three kowtow. No one offered, but everyone did. At the moment of Hongling's pilgrimage, his ring of space trembled, and four remnant pictures flew out, emitting a dense streamer in the air.

Under the consternation of the public, the four fragments gradually merged into one, forming a one foot square map. Hong Ling took the map into her hand. He looked at the signs on the map carefully, but found that it was difficult to interpret the information on the map except for some ancient words which were difficult to understand.

"This is the map of the northern underworld Tianzhong?" Xia Lingyan looks at the map in her hands.

"Yes, it's the map of Beiming Tianzhong, but I don't know the words on it!" Hong Ling said with a bitter smile. It has been a long time since the map of Tianzhong in Beiming. During this period, it is not known how many glorious dynasties were established and how many dynasties were destroyed. The change of characters is not eternal. Even if Hong Ling's knowledge accumulation is far beyond ordinary people, it is difficult to recognize the words above.

Hong Ling is studying the remnant picture with the blood rose's people. Some figures even burst out the breath of terror directly and galloped towards here. A huge stream of divine consciousness shrouded Hong Ling. This is a very impolite behavior. It is a great taboo among friars to peep into other people's secrets with divine sense.

However, these people have no scruples, which makes Hongling's heart sink. His body is full of burning Huang emperor mirror, naturally can sense these people's terrible cultivation. Among them, the weakest is the realm of refining and returning to emptiness. The most powerful, even if he used the power of Yan Huang Emperor's mirror, could only compete with it without defeat.

He now with blood rose people, dare not easily hand, so did not act rashly. Of course, Hong Ling didn't believe that these people would dare to attack at will. Those who are absorbed in the spirit of the flag, and that wandering in the inscriptions among the jungle of walking corpses, is not a good stubble. Once their gas engine catches the attention of these monsters, I'm afraid most people will die here."Boy, who are you?" A demon clan's strongman of holy land, carrying both hands, slowly walked down the void, filled with a strong force on his body. He was a monk of the leopard family. His accomplishments were in the early stage of the second heist.

Hongling put away the map and took a cold look at him. Gradually, a terrible Qi began to flow from her. Bang, the power of the Yan Huang emperor mirror explodes in his body, making his cultivation far above the others. Those monks who had planned to come to see the excitement turned pale when they sensed the power. How could this teenager have such a horrible smell. This power is enough to sweep most of them.

"Are you interested in what I have?" Hong Ling said coldly. He took out the Dementor bell and shook it gently.

The leopard demon's face was awe inspiring, and he was about to retreat rapidly. A magic light had appeared in his mind along with the bell.

"No, this guy is not a kid in the realm of refining and returning to emptiness!" This is the last thought of the Panther before she loses consciousness.

Jingling bell, a terrible sound wave, spread in an instant in the periphery of the northern Ming Tianzhong. The leopard demon was the first to bear the brunt, and was swept by this powerful force, and the whole person was sluggish for a moment. The Demon power and blood in it suddenly became chaotic. However, it seems that it did not know this,

when people saw the leopard demon, they seemed to be drunk and gave out a very violent smile. The corner of its mouth, overflow blood, but still with a smile of incomparable satisfaction. Moreover, those friars around it, whether demon or Terran, were in a trance, as if in a nightmare.

"Hum!" Hong Ling snorted coldly, and with a move, a dark red chain was thrown into the ground by him. When the chain touched the quicksand, it was like a rooted vine, constantly splitting. Countless chains separate from the sky, all the people tied up thoroughly.

"How can it be that these people are not aware that they are chained?" Some of the monks, who were not easily impulsive to intervene in the distance, looked at the scene in front of them with horror in their eyes.

Jingling bell, with the continuous ring of the bell, the monk locked by the chain kept spitting blood. However, they seem to be unable to detect the general, constantly smiling, trance. Even if the chain is embedded in their flesh and blood, there is no trace of pain.

Roar. Finally, a monk found something wrong. At this time, he roared and woke up from the illusion. It was a Terran friar of the third hijacking holy land. At this time, his mouth was bleeding, and his body was pierced with chains. His eyes were full of fear.

"What's this, boy? What have you done to me? Let me go!" The Terran friar roared that he was one of the friars who led the team to rush over. Just now, he still had several holy places to cover Hongling with his own divine sense. Unexpectedly, he fell down this time.

"Let you go?" With a sneer and a move, several chains suddenly rose and shot at the monk's chest.

Puff, the voice of flesh and blood sounded, these chains pierced the Friar's clavicle and locked it up. Hong Ling slowly stepped into the air and came to him. She grabbed his neck and asked, "didn't your divine consciousness go too far just now? I still want to rush into my God's court and read my memory by force

"Master, misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding!" The monk vomited blood in his mouth and stared at Hong Ling in horror. The terrible smell on the boy made him feel desperate. Such power is completely above him. He can be sure that Hongling is actually a terrible old monster who plays the role of pig eating tiger. But oneself, good die not die, unexpectedly silly Leng Leng rush up to look for other people's trouble, this is not looking for death!

In the depths of the dead sea, especially in the outer part of the northern hell tomb, even some low-level monks are not easy to provoke. He was so stupid that he provoked an old monster with a group of friars who practiced Xu He Dao. This time, he really mentioned it on the iron plate.

"Hum!" Hong Ling snorted coldly and threw the monk into the ground. He took a move, the original dense light on the Dementor bell, in this moment, slowly extinguished. Many monks who were still trapped in the dreamland and could not extricate themselves, at this moment, slowly woke up.

"You dare to lock me up, you can't die!" A demon Xiu of the first robbery yelled angrily, but saw a dark gold sword light flash, a huge head, slowly fell on the ground.

"I don't know who else has anything to say?" Hongling stood still with a sword, and put her foot on the huge head. Her eyes were full of killing intention. He picked up the ring and looked at the hundred monks who were locked in the air.

Silence, the whole world, a dead silence. The chain of binding God is like a huge ancient tree, which is full of people. But no one dares to say more nonsense. In front of such a terrible God of killing, one more nonsense may be the end of death.

"If you don't want to die, hand over the space ring on your body, erase the mark, and get out of my way!" Hung Ling stopped and said, "of course, I welcome your resistance. I don't know who wants to try it?"The young man looked at the previously arrogant leopard demon saint and asked with a smile, "how about, little leopard, do you want to try it?"

The leopard demon saint was bound by the God of bondage, and was constantly absorbing the Demon power of his whole body. He could not save one after ten cultivation. At this time, the whole person almost cried.

"Master, the younger generation is blind. If you offend the elder, how dare you fight with the elder. I'm willing to hand over my space ring and erase the mark, but I hope the elder can let me die The leopard demon pulled off the space ring on his hand, wiped off the mark on it, and sent it to Hongling with divine sense.

"Well, in that case, go away!" Hongling took the ring of space, and with a move, the chain that trapped the leopard demon was slowly untied in an instant.

"Thank you for not killing me! Thank you for your kindness The leopard demon repeatedly bows and swishes, and runs far away. The bell and the chain are really too strange, but in an instant, it will be a heavy blow to its soul, and it will be able to absorb eight or nine percent of its blood essence. I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover without years of hard work.

With the beginning of the leopard demon, the rest of the monks did not have the hard spirit in imagination, and began to beg for mercy. Hongling also said what he said. As long as he was willing to hand over the ring of space, he let go. As for those who resist in a desperate situation, they can only be solved with one sword, but they can not be defeated.

However, with just a cup of tea, there was no human figure around the blood rose. The crowd gaped at Hong Ling, their eyes full of shock.

"Three masters, you are really amazing. In such a short time, you can perfectly interpret the profound meaning of the Pirate Group!" Wang Dazhui thumbs up at Hongling and shouts.

"The meaning of pirates, what is that?" Hong Ling asked.

"Of course, it's burning, killing and looting. It's all evil! Said the master

"Go away!" Hong Ling and Xia Yan said at the same time.

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