Whoosh!

    The sound of breaking the sky echoed in the endless darkness, breaking the peace of ancient relics for hundreds of millions of years.

    Those warriors, with hot eyes, full of desire and greed, tried their best to recklessly urge the real yuan in their body or control the flying spirit to rush to the floating islands in front of them.

    It is the six holy places in front of them that control their treasures and throw away the major forces behind them and scattered cultivation.

    Boom, boom!

    Lin Jiang, Tu Yan and others stood on the spirit ware, their eyes were like electricity, and their noble righteous Qi, bloody evil Qi, evil evil Qi and monstrous evil Qi were released wantonly.

    Although they were far away, the powerful Zhenyuan still turned into martial arts and attacked other holy places. They wanted to stop each other''s speed and buy time for themselves. For a time, the area was like a mob of demons.

    In less than a quarter of an hour, Lin Jiang and others rushed into the range of floating islands. Countless large and small islands moved slowly, and the dilapidated and devastated fairy temple was clearly visible.

    On it, there are more vigorous spirit vines and sacred trees, which cover up the ruins of ancient times, and the spirit light flows on the residual corner of the palace, and the smell of terror remains after hundreds of millions of years.

    Lin Jiang and others ignored these floating islands that had no great chance at a glance and rushed unswervingly towards the nine islands in the center.

    Along the way, many holy land disciples who were brought to experience took the initiative to fly out of the spirit tools and disappeared in islands, looking for the inheritance of treasures left in ancient times.

    On the inscription holy land of Zhenwu, high-level inscription arrays light up to protect the whole spirit boat from being broken by the attacks of the other five strong men in Xuandan territory.

    Gu Xin, a strong man in the Xuandan realm of Zhenwu holy land, stood proudly in the bow of the boat with his hands on his back. The artistic conception of the terrible sword turned into a golden sword and went to kill the other five people. However, his eyes looked at a young man sitting on the inner wall of the spirit boat.

    The young man was about twenty-four or five years old. He was dignified and gave people the feeling of a sharp sword coming out of the scabbard. He had a three foot long sword on his knees.

    With his indifferent eyes, Gu Bo looked at the rampant terrorist attacks outside the Lingzhou without surprise, as if the attack that was enough to seriously injure the six or seven heavy fighters in Yuantai was just illusory.

    No one dared to approach the man within three feet. The other disciples of Zhenwu holy land on the inscription Lingzhou looked at him with both fear and worship.

    Gu Xin smiled and said gently to the young man, "Yijian, this ancient relic is vast, and there are many floating islands with ancient treasures and inheritance. As the chief senior brother of the holy land, why don''t you lead all the disciples to experience?"

    Hearing Gu Xin''s deliberative tone, Chen Yijian''s indifferent eyes finally changed.

    He looked at the dilapidated Island slowly moving outside and several Tianjiao coming out of the other five holy places. His sense of war emerged, "good."

    Chen Yijian''s body moved, and the eyes of the disciples around him were dazzled. He had already appeared outside the spirit boat, and those disciples didn''t see his movements clearly at all.

    Seeing the disciples standing in place, Gu Xin raised his eyebrows and said sternly, "why stay in place? Don''t you keep up with your eldest martial brother!"

    "Yes!" hearing Gu Xin''s words, the disciples hurried to use their body skills to keep up with the infantry service of the eldest martial brother Chen Yijian, and went to the floating island to see if they could get some weapons, inheritance and elixir left in ancient times.

    Looking at the other disciples, Gu Xin shook his head and sighed, "when can these disciples reassure me like a sword?"

    An old man laughed and said, "ancient elder, one sword is the most outstanding Tianjiao in the holy land of Zhenwu for thousands of years. How can other disciples compare with him?"

    "Yes, a sword can reach the triple realm of yuan and Taiwan at a young age. Its combat power can even be comparable to the seven martial arts in Yuan and Taiwan. Among the younger generation in the whole continent, the five can be compared with a sword."

    Gu Xin listened to the elders and said with emotion that Chen Yijian is not only the son of the leader, but also the envy of his peers. If not surprisingly, he must be the next leader.

    He shook his head and cut off the thoughts in his head. Gu Xin said to the people in a deep voice: "well, the top priority is to go to the island that attracts the rectangular slate, obtain the ancient inheritance, and bring it back to the holy land. The elders will help me!"

    "Good!" the elders of Zhenwu Holy Land responded, and the real yuan in their body poured into the spirit boat with the inscription under their feet.

    Suddenly, the spirit boat trembled, then accelerated fiercely, and swept away to the nine islands in the center at a fast speed.

    When the other five saw this, they also asked the elders of the holy land to release Zhenyuan together, followed by them.

    ……

    Countless warriors rushed to the floating islands, and the strong ones glanced at the floating islands with small area and few palaces and pavilions. Without a pause, they continued to fly forward. What they wanted was more precious treasures and inheritance behind them;

    Those martial arts practitioners who can reach the divine sea and are qualified to enter ancient relics know that they are not able to compete for powerful opportunities with the real strong, so they rush into an island that seems to have some opportunities and hope to get some treasures.

    In addition to those small islands that do not even have a palace, thousands of fighters poured into the remaining hundreds of floating islands that may hide opportunities.

    People continue to find traces of artistic conception left by ancient times, as well as some pieces of spiritual tools that have collapsed and have no spiritual light in the ruins all over tianlingteng.

    Some people found the remains of a crippled ancient creature in the depths of a half collapsed mountain island, leaving only a foot bone, a hand bone and half of its body. Its head did not know where to bury.

    After hundreds of millions of years, the corpse still exudes the breath of the warrior who can destroy the ordinary God in the sea, and even the bones of ancient creatures glitter with reddish gold light.

    "In ancient times, the bones of the hands and feet are as hard as the fifth order spirit tools!" at the place where the rocks collapsed on the mountain island, a warrior in Yuantai territory resisted the smell left by the bones and dug them out of the ruins. His eyes were full of disbelief.

    A dark light flashed by the side of the island, which seemed to find the smell of the remains of ancient creatures and flew back again.

    A man with a sickly pale face and constantly changing evil Qi into the shape of a fierce soul and ghost stared at the skeleton, then looked down at the martial artist who got the skeleton and said with a grim smile.

    "Hand over the corpse of this ancient creature, and I will spare your life."

    Hearing the sick man''s words, the warrior''s eyes burned with anger, "your cultivation is just like me. You are a dual realm of yuan and Taiwan. What qualifications do you have to spare my life."

    The sick man Jie smiled with a cruel look in his eyes and said, "my childe is kind enough to spare your life. You don''t put down your bones and roll away. OK, OK, then leave your life!"

    As soon as the voice fell, the evil spirit on the sick man turned violently into a black python, huff and puff the snake letter, and went to the warrior.

    The warrior was surprised, and the breath of death shrouded his heart. He hurried to use his martial arts skills to kill the black Jiao, but it didn''t play a role at all.

    A scream sounded, and a large stream of blood flowed from the ferocious mouth of the black python. It was obvious that the latter was swallowed by him. As for the remains of the ancient creatures, they had already fallen into the hands of the sick man.

    Their accomplishments are the same, but their strength is very different!

    ……

    The example of the sick man and the warrior is constantly staged in the whole ancient ruins. Countless warriors are crazy to explore floating islands and look for opportunities left by the ancient times.

    Once the treasure opportunity left over from the ancient times is obtained, every martial artist is ecstatic, but the next moment he will be killed by the martial artists around him, trying to compete for the treasure opportunity.

    Every island is in a crazy scuffle!

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