The two sides will not give up, attack each other, you come and go, all kinds of powerful martial arts are constantly shot, and the sky is chaotic, as if it will shatter at any time.

Tianpeng was originally the king of speed. On the Wushen Continent, few people can catch up with it in terms of speed. Unfortunately, the false artifact of Wuji Taoism happened to be its nemesis, suppressing the space, blocking his speed, and making his actions , becomes extremely difficult.

Although it is the Holy Tomb, after all, tens of millions of years have passed in this small world, no one knows how long it can last, and the many powerful attacks will accelerate the collapse of this place.

"puff!"

Just when the two were fighting, a strong demon from the demon clan attacked Tianpeng and almost took his heart out, but Tianpeng, the big demon, was not simple, he was covered in black feathers like a king kong, and protected him.

"It's a pity, I didn't expect your black feathers to be so strong." This demon powerhouse has a pair of giant claws three meters long, which are very sharp, like dragon claws, and can easily crush aura, but still failed to kill Tianpeng Da. demon.

"I will write down this grudge!" Tianpeng was seriously injured, knowing that he could not snatch the false artifact, so he had to throw it far away.

"call!"

In the direction of the pseudo-artifact, rushing past countless strong people, all of them are in the realm of Wu Zun, and those who have not reached this realm are not even qualified to take action.

The leader of Wuji Taoism will naturally not block Tianpeng's space anymore. The great demon Tianpeng turned into a black wind, bleeding all the way, and left here.

"The pseudo-artifact is mine!" A big demon covered in a blue gust of wind was the fastest, grabbed the pseudo-artifact, and was about to leave when dozens of destructive attacks fell, and the big demon was instantly killed. The magic blood stained the pseudo-artifact black.

The pseudo-artifact fell to the ground, countless people fought again, and the corpses kept falling. Although they were both in the realm of Wuzun, the top sects, especially those with powerful weapons, naturally possessed extraordinary strength.

The big monster fell, the headless corpses of the powerful human race fell, all kinds of demons were chopped into pieces, the ground was stained with countless blood, and the corpses of the strong people dyed this quiet holy tomb with bloody light.

A big demon, with three heads and six arms, was extremely powerful, holding a weapon in each hand, beheaded several strong men, and his demon body was stained red with blood.

A woman is extremely coquettish, with little jade feet, riding a white unicorn horse, carrying white clouds, happily drifting towards the pseudo-artifact.

An old man in a robe, with countless spells in front of him, there are thunder, purple electricity, black wind, and chaotic rocks, rushing up, blocking all those who approach the false artifact.

There is also an ancient alien species with a strong body, with tumor-like skin growing on its surface, and its defense is strong. It was hit by countless energies, but it still did not suffer too much damage. When it opened and sprayed, a fiery red flame appeared, burning a lot of people. .

An old monk was wearing a cassock, holding a black wooden fish in his hand, and under the knocking, everyone's spirits were concentrated, and their expressions were in a trance, as if they were fascinated, like a dream.

. . . . . .

The culprit of all this is just a fake artifact.

In this battle, almost half of the top powerhouses in the Wushen Continent were swept away. The ground was stained with blood, the sky was trembling, ghosts were wandering, howling and screaming, and the world was desolate.

Artifacts are rare, and in the Valkyrie Continent, there are no more than ten pieces.

Obtaining a pseudo-artifact is the dream of every strong man.

"Give it to me!" A strong man of the human race, full of coercion, looked like someone who had been in high position for a long time. He was the royal family of Central Continent, Long Potian.

He holds the World Extinguishing Sword, with unparalleled combat power, a golden armored battle robe, a crown on his head, his eyes slammed with infinite ferocity, and smashed the invading enemies one by one. His powerful strength made many people fear.

Among the five holy lands of the human race, the royal family of Central Continent ruled the roost, and their strength was unyielding. With a world-destroying sword, they killed several big monsters and trolls, making others dare not act rashly.

"Protect the emperor!" A group of soldiers in golden armor, with stern eyes and unanimous movements, stood in front of Long Potian and faced other powerful warriors, looking death at home.

"Long Potian, you can't do it if you want to monopolize the treasure!" The powerful Long Potian made many people feel dissatisfied, because Long Potian was extremely domineering. They are angry.

"It's a joke, there is only one pseudo-artifact, so why don't you fail? Treasures, those who are capable will live there!" Long Potian moved his body and wanted to go to the place where the pseudo-artifact was, but the others refused to let him succeed. , using the power of the artifact to attack him.

"Escort!"

The golden warrior, defying life and death, even in the face of a strong enemy, has no regrets, formed a round heart shield, and blocked Long Potian.

"puff!"

However, what they were facing was attacked by many powerful Wu Zun with divine weapons, how could they be able to resist, they were instantly shattered and turned into a streak of blood, while Long Potian turned into golden light, dodging away, ignoring those The golden armored soldier who died for him.

From the moment they become dead warriors, these people are destined to die for the royal family.

"Long Potian, you are quite willing. It took you a lot of hard work to train these dead men." A demon clan with blue eyes and red hair, like a bewitching flower, but with thorns all over his body, and countless poisonous vines behind him.

"Ghost Vine Wanji blood!" Long Potian was full of coldness when he saw the person coming. In the early years, the two had a past, but he finally abandoned the beautiful woman for the sake of the throne, making the other party hold a grudge.

"I haven't seen you for so long, you still know me, hehehe." Wan Jixue chuckled, but with an inexplicable sadness, and then her eyes froze, as if thinking of something, she shot in shock, and behind her was a million ghost vines. soaring

Standing up, like a thousand swords covering the sky, he rushed towards the opponent.

Long Potian's expression did not change. With the World Exterminating Artifact in hand, it was too difficult for the opponent to hurt him.

Raising the divine sword, a thousand zhang radiance exploded, and with a wave of his hand, hundreds of millions of brilliance rushed towards the ghost vine, smashing the ghost vine in an instant, and driving it back hundreds of meters away.

"Hmph!" Wan Jixue knew that as long as Long Potian had the divine weapon in hand, almost no one would kill him alone, and it would be very difficult for him to beat him. She just wanted to vent her dissatisfaction.

And Long Potian had lost to her, and he didn't make any more moves. The two had long been strangers, and even the last time they met was twenty years ago.

Where there are treasures, it must be a blood-stained place. Every time a giant treasure is born, it will bring endless slaughter. False artifacts are top-notch treasures. Countless powers compete for them. The coffin of the saint here has long been forgotten .

Now, no one has noticed that the blood of the dead is constantly flowing towards the coffin of the holy tomb. Whether it is the blood of the monster race, the blood of the demon race, or the blood of the human race, they are all moving, as if they are alive. Streams formed and rushed towards the holy coffin.

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