Chapter 1158

Entering the entrance of the tomb, there is a narrow and deep passage inside, exuding a faint smell of blood, and soon Han Yu arrived at the first checkpoint, where traces of the explosion can be seen faintly, the blood stained on the wall, or fresh.

This was the first time it was opened here and there was an explosion. It was just because the deceased was a master of the Martial Emperor realm, and every drop of their blood contained terrifying vitality, so that it did not freeze for a long time.

Han Yu didn't stop and continued to move forward.

There was a whoosh whoosh sound of piercing the air behind him, and it was people from the immeasurable holy land chasing after him. Their speed is obviously inferior to that of Han Yu.

When Han Yu reached the second checkpoint, the voice behind him had disappeared, and he was thrown far away by Han Yu. This place is also dripping with blood, and the air is filled with a strong smell of blood.

This is a place guarded by beasts.

After passing the third checkpoint, the eyes suddenly became clear.

The continuous majestic mountains, the blue sky, and the outside of the tomb are an independent space, the only difference is that there is no sun in the sky here.

Although the dimensional space created by the sage is a relatively independent world, it is not a complete world. It also exists on the strength of the outside world and cannot become a new world independently.

"Chirp..."

One sound shakes the nine heavens at the top and the nine seclusions at the bottom. I saw a thousand-foot-long bird flying from a mountain, its wings brushed past a mountain, and it cut off the top of the mountain with ease.

"Fourth-rank demon king!"

Han Yu sighed, he never expected to encounter such a powerful monster just after entering the Saint's Tomb.

After the monster, followed by a strong young man, holding a big knife with a cold light, he chased and killed the monster. That man is a master of Wuwang Wuzhong.

"This dimensional space has existed for more than ten thousand years, and a complete ecosystem has been formed in it. The monsters should be the original monsters here. When you come here, you not only have to compete with people, but also fight with the original monsters!"

Han Yu's blood was boiling with enthusiasm and fighting spirit.

Looking back at the long and narrow passage, Han Yu snorted coldly before the people from the Immeasurable Holy Land could catch up. He didn't bother to wait for them, stomped his feet on the ground, and flew into the sky towards the inside of the Saint's Tomb.

People from the ancient forces have been in for more than ten days, and Han Yu has to speed up to catch up.

Han Yu went all the way across mountains and ridges, across thousands of miles. Encountered a lot of battlefields, there are people and people, there are monsters and people.

The saint's tomb is simply a huge treasure house. In the mountains and fields, there are countless elixir, even a lot of great medicine.

In front of a cave, two groups of people were engaged in a terrifying battle. It turned out that in the cave, there was a inheritance of magical powers, which was a kind of middle-level mysterious power.

Although the value of Xuan-level intermediate supernatural powers is already very high, it is not very attractive to Han Yu, and he did not participate in the competition.

"As expected of the saint's tomb, this place is simply a paradise for cultivation!"

Han Yu sighed, and stopped when he passed a swamp.

From under the swamp, a savage and savage aura emanated, and a dragon at the level of a sixth-rank demon king crouched below it, guarding a plant of an eighth-rank great medicine.

"boom!"

The swamp exploded, and the dragon rushed out. It was ten thousand feet long, and its huge body could crush a mountain.

"Roar!" Jiaolong roared, glaring at Han Yu fiercely.

It has lived in this saint's tomb since it was born, and has never seen human beings, so it naturally does not understand human language. It seems to be threatening Han Yu and telling Han Yu to leave.

"Give me the eighth-grade medicine, and I can spare you!" Han Yu said lightly.

Jiaolong roared angrily. It couldn't understand Han Yu's words, but it could guess Han Yu's meaning from Han Yu's expression, so it directly killed Han Yu.

He opened his mouth wide and bit Han Yu.

Han Yu easily avoided Jiaolong's mouth and kicked it on the head. Jiaolong wailed and smashed out, smashing the nearby mountain. He got up and looked at Han Yu, with fear in his eyes, and chose to run away.

Han Yu didn't chase after him, but went down to the depths of the swamp, in Jiaolong's cave, and picked off the eighth-grade medicine. Just put it in your hand and it will be refined.

Han Yu has reached the peak of the sixth level of Wuwang at this time, the golden dragon will not be resurrected, and he will not break through if he absorbs too much spiritual energy, and will be swallowed by the black hole.

But Han Yu doesn't care, anyway, the black hole will feed back, and if it is swallowed by the black hole, it will be swallowed.

Han Yu continued on the road, and the number of people from the ancient forces gradually increased, and the battle became more and more fierce.

"ah……"

A scream pierced the sky. A disciple of an ancient force was torn in half by a Exploding Ape. This Explosive Ape has reached the level of the seventh-order demon king.

Whether it was passing by or the people around them, they all chose to watch with a cold eye.

Since stepping into the saint's tomb, everyone has become a competitor, and no one will sympathize with others.

Han Yu avoided Explosive Ape, and a group of people made an appointment to kill him, and they fell in love with Explosive Ape's monster core.

The monster core of the seventh-rank demon king is a treasure. It is used to refine weapons, and its wonderful uses are endless.

A few days passed in a blink of an eye, Han Yu killed several monsters, and three of them had special bloodlines. After the golden dragon devoured the original energy of their bloodlines, the resurrection was getting closer and closer.

When Han Yu passed a cliff, he was stopped suddenly.

"This place has been occupied by our Promise Palace!" A strong and arrogant voice sounded, and a young man came from the void, blocking Han Yu's way forward.

Han Yu glanced over, there were nine people in total, eight men and one woman.

"Is he Pang Xuan?" Han Yu looked at the woman. This was a woman in her early twenties with the third level of martial arts.

And blocking Han Yu's way forward was a master of Wuwang Wuzhong.

"Is Pang Xuan here?" Han Yu asked.

The other party didn't recognize him, which is not a strange thing. There are hundreds of thousands of disciples in the Wuji Palace. Even if Han Yu has an enmity with the Wuji Palace, not everyone knows about Han Yu.

"What's your relationship with Pang Xuan?" The young man frowned, he naturally knew Pang Xuan.

Everyone under the cliff stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Han Yu. One of the young men's expression froze instantly, and he exclaimed, "Han Yu?"

This person's left sleeve was empty, it turned out to be a severed arm.

This person is Gong Shaohao.

"Brother Hao, is he that villain Han Yu?" A young man in the Promise Hall was furious.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Immediately, everyone flew towards Han Yu, and soon surrounded Han Yu, all glaring and murderous.

Han Yu glanced at Gong Shaohao, and couldn't help but sneered.

Gong Shaohao was originally a genius cultivated by Wuji Palace, but in the Marle Gobi, his arm was cut off by Han Yu, leaving an irreparable wound. After more than a year, he still stayed at the sixth level of Wuwang.

Cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you do not advance, you will retreat.

Although Gong Shaohao's cultivation has been maintained, the others are improving by leaps and bounds. The former genius has now become an ordinary person.