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Hongling and blood rose people stand in place, constantly sorting out the new booty. Even he had never thought that the monks of nearly 100 had such rich details. These people's wealth, together, has far exceeded the previous harvest in the dead sea of the nether world.

So far, Hong Ling's wealth is so rich that he doesn't even know it. Although compared with some old monsters who linger for a long time at the top of the holy land, they can definitely crush each other's existence with wealth. If he had the intention of refining weapons for others, it would not be impossible for him to become the richest man in the dead sea.

However, he did not intend to do so, but put all his energy on the cultivation of martial arts and Taoism. Only when martial arts are powerful can he do what he wants to do in this world. At that time, even the so-called God can not hinder him. He should strive to become stronger and guard everything around him.

In a hurry, these things were put in different categories, and Hongling took the people to the huge northern Ming Tianzhong. Although he could not recognize the words on the map, he still remembered the general location. However, I don't know whether the things highlighted on the map represent danger or something else!

The blood rose's party followed Hongling, and slowly walked towards the tomb, which was like an ancient beast. Each of them was in a state of anxiety, not knowing what kind of danger they were going to face next, and whether anyone else would die. Although there is an opportunity to leave this place, not everyone can leave successfully.

What's more, it's just the walking corpses cruising through the tombstone jungle, which is shocking enough. Not to mention those evil spirits attached to the soul calling banner and constantly showing their teeth. Of course, the most dangerous is the friars who enter the northern underworld to seek opportunities. Whether it is the Terran or the demon repair, these exist, are very dangerous.

There are three entrances to Beiming Tianzhong. The entrance of Hongling and others is in the East. The other two are in the South and West. Only the back has no entrance. It is rumored that there was an entrance to the north of Beiming Tianzhong. However, when great terror came, the entrance disappeared completely.

Of course, there are many similar rumors in the dead sea. Moreover, there are also several dangerous places such as the northern hell Tianzhong. However, Hong Ling had no way to break through every dangerous place. His urgent task was to leave the dead sea. If he had time in the future, he would come back to find out.

The Dementor bell hung in his waist, and under the urge of his Qi machine, it sent out a faint sound wave, protecting the body shape of ten people in a line. With the protection of this sacred relic, the strongmen of the Holy Land suddenly attack, and can also win him the time to wake up the Yan Huang emperor mirror. In this way, people's safety can be regarded as the most basic guarantee.

Hongling stood at the entrance, which was nearly a thousand feet in size. Looking at the corpse guarding the entrance at this time, a trace of dignified color flashed in her eyes. These guard corpses, the lowest strength, have reached the realm of refining and returning to emptiness. The strongest is not weaker than the holy land of the fifth robbery. However, to see the arrival of the crowd, there are ten corpses dragging weapons, slowly came out.

"Everybody, take the time to kill a walking corpse. Remember, after killing, don't stop and wait for me in the tomb of the northern hell! " Hong Ling said in a loud voice. This is a test that must be experienced to enter the northern hell Tianzhong. Every monk will encounter a walking corpse of the same level. Only by killing it can they be qualified to enter the northern hell Tianzhong.

"Yes, three masters!" People nodded, even Xia Yan and Xia Rong no longer talk nonsense, but toward the walking corpse. LingHong didn't dare to face up to the spirit of the line, but he had no intention.

When dealing with walking corpses, you can't use the power of magic weapons, otherwise it will lead to more powerful walking corpses. In this way, all he could rely on was his accomplishments and physique. Seeing that Xia Yan and Xia Rong have already fought with the corpse, Hong Ling does not stop any more. Even if it is the same level of walking corpses, their strength is different from each other. The strong side, on the weak side, can even achieve instant killing.

The soul fire in these corpses has different colors, according to the red orange yellow green blue purple to divide the strength strength. The more backward, the stronger. Purple is the strongest. The common friars of blood rose are all walking corpses of red soul fire. Wang Dashui, the leader of the four masters, is a walking corpse of orange soul fire. On the other side of Xiarong is the walking corpse of yellow soul fire. As for Xia Yan, she was on the terrible green soul fire corpse.

Hongling looked at the corpse standing in front of her body, facing the light of purple soul fire. Her eyes were full of fear. He could sense the terror in this line of corpses. Moreover, at this time, Beiming Tianzhong even sent out a vast force, and completely cut off the connection between itself and a magic weapon.

Maybe Beiming Tianzhong can't cut off Hongling and these magic weapons for a long time, but it's easy to set aside enough time to create a fair fighting environment. Hongling even had a feeling that if the northern hell Tianzhong erupted its deep power against him, he was afraid that even the imperial mirror of Yanhuang could not resist it.He took out a long sword, which was a magic weapon on the ground. Hongling's sword rolled and pointed to the purple fire corpse. Although we can't use the magic weapon made by Kun steel, with a ground level magic weapon in hand, the boy still has an invincible spirit. With many powerful friars, he has produced a strong belief in his heart, that is unyielding.

I'll fight for my destiny and fight for my destiny. Whether you cover the same generation or shake the past and shine the present, I will fight against the world and immortality!

Hum, sword light, in the void draw a bright streamer. The nine turn Xuangong skill has been used for a long time. It has been determined by the overlord God and the battle God formula. It has squeezed Hong Ling's physique and tactics to the limit. A hearty sense of war was brewing in his chest, like a volcano about to erupt, which made him tremble slightly.

Bang, the battle spirit that rises from the sky, turns into the great sword meaning. Youth's divine consciousness, slowly integrated into this piece of heaven and earth, continuous traction refining the strength of the void. He gently stabbed out a sword, with a strong cross jueshun sword. This is like a sword spirit of Yuehua, which is cut in the chest of the headless corpse. With a sound of Keng, it is violently shaken.

The corpse was deeply immersed in the sand of the dead sea and knocked the whole earth out of a hole hundreds of feet deep. Hung Ling stood in the air and closed her eyes to the extreme. He carefully sensed the terrible Qi of purple fire corpse in the hole, and his eyes became extremely gloomy.

The sword just now, not to say, is his peak sword, but also contains most of his accomplishments. However, in his perception, the smell of the corpse was not in the least weak. That is to say, the corpse was stabbed by him, but nothing happened.

If you were an ordinary friar, I'm afraid that the one who died long ago could not die any more. But the body strength of this corpse, its anti Strike ability, is far beyond the ordinary alchemy monk. And it doesn't seem to have any pain at all. This is a terrible monster that can't feel pain, and has no fear at all. There is no other choice but to fight it.

Roar! A furious roar came from the hole. With a roar, the whole earth instantly explodes. In the dust all over the sky, a figure burning purple soul fire slowly emerges. In the headless corpse, a terrible but invisible roar broke out from the air.

The young man was holding a long sword, ready to launch a fierce attack again, and the corpse suddenly appeared in front of him. A purple streamer flashed by, with a violent incomparable corpse gas, and fiercely blasted in Hongling's chest. Bang, the youth's body, toward the bottom of the rapid fall, in the ground hit a huge crater.

The corpse's terrible blow came from a long dry claw. It easily smashed Hongling's body protecting Qi and pounded hard on the chest of the youth. Even if Hongling in an instant, mobilize a whole body of blood, efforts to resolve this terrible blow, still be severely hit into the sand.

The purple fire corpse hit Hongling with a blow, and was obviously very satisfied. It roars, the terrible and gloomy sound waves, gushing from its headless neck, shattering the void into white cracks. Once again, it flashed away towards Hongling. On the dry corpse's claws, a strong purple soul fire suddenly condenses.

Hong Ling's face was startled. She slapped her hands on the quicksand. Bang, the young man whirled across the body, his body like a raging sea tide, and soon re suspended in the air. The sword in his hand quickly points out in the void one after another, and the sword spirit of terror is humming in the air. In a flash, the divine consciousness suddenly gushed out. His pupil was locked, and with a bang, all the sword Qi ignited a raging thunder fire.

"Coagulate inflammation to break method, give me break!" He burst out a drink, and then he raised his sword with a sword. He gathered the sword Qi of the void and stabbed at the purple fire corpse.

Hiss, the dark gold Blazing Sword Qi turns into a fire rainbow, and rushes towards the corpse. That terrible power, the void will draw a terrible crack. It's hard to imagine that just a blow of refining God and returning to emptiness has such a terrible power.

The walking corpse seemed to feel the horror of Hongling's sword. At the moment, he suddenly brake his body, brewing the ghost claw of purple soul fire, and grabbed it fiercely towards the fire rainbow. Its body's corpse gas, constantly pouring into the ghost claw, will give birth to the purple soul fire to the extreme. The terrible purple fire even burns the void with ripples.

Roaring, ghost claw and fire rainbow were pounded together, which aroused a violent flame storm in an instant. The sand on the ground, washed by the fire, melted and crystallized in an instant. That is, the blood mist in the air has been evaporated.

Hung Ling's body in the air flashed away and escaped this powerful storm. His divine sense spread out and captured the body shape of the purple fire corpse again. He believed that the blow just now could not completely kill this guy. So, where will it disappear on the horizon?

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