Chapter 492 The Land of Suppressing Demon Gods

It is difficult to guarantee secrets, even if you are a dumb person, there is a possibility of leaking secrets.

So Chu Xiu only believed in one thing, the only one who could keep a secret was the dead.

So don't say that this group of casual warriors had stood by the Dong family before, even if they remained neutral, in order to solve the trouble, Chu Xiu would choose to cut the grass and root out.

Of course, there is another person who witnessed it, that is Yan Chixiao, but this guy doesn't seem to be a 'person' now, will anyone believe what he said?

As a result, under Chu Xiu's ecstasy and ecstasy, all those casual warriors were also killed.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire hall was already full of flesh and blood, and Chu Xiu calmly exited the state of selflessness without much consumption.

Yan Chixiao took a deep look at Chu Xiu. Of course, there were no eyes on the two holes in his skull that were blazing with flames.

If it were placed in ancient times, with Chu Xiu's personality, I believe Lord Wen Hou would be very interested in him, and maybe there will be one more of the Four Great Wars under Wen Hou's tent.

Looking at Yan Chixiao, Chu Xiu said lightly: "Okay, now it's your turn, I want to see if I can break your skeleton first, or you can kill me first .”

Yan Chixiao said in a muffled voice: "Stop fighting, let's go."

Saying that, Yan Chixiao directly stopped his two fast-rotating iron chains.

Chu Xiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Stop hitting?"

Yan Chixiao snorted and said: "Your body should be the strongest among these young people who entered the land of suppression, but you are not the most suitable one to be the reborn body of Mr. Wenhou.

It's too difficult to fight against you, so it's better to kill more people and collect blood. "

Yan Chixiao was telling the truth. With so many people entering this big tomb, it was obviously not worthwhile to fight Chu Xiu here.

Since he wasn't sure about killing Chu Xiu, he might as well tell Chu Xiu to get out of here quickly, and then wait for other people to enter it, killing people and stealing blood.

Chu Xiu raised his eyebrows, turned around and left.

Yan Chixiao wasn't sure about killing him, and he wasn't sure about dealing with Yan Chixiao either.

After tens of thousands of years of suppression, Yan Chixiao's strength has fallen below that of a martial arts master. In terms of strength alone, Chu Xiu is actually not afraid of him.

But the other party has refined his own bones to the point where it is comparable to a magic weapon. Even if Chu Xiu makes a move, it is extremely difficult to hurt him, and he can only be suppressed through Buddhist exercises.

Rather than wasting time with this guy here, Chu Xiu might as well find Lu Wenhou's inheritance as soon as possible.

Half a quarter of an hour after Chu Xiu left, black water emerged in the hall, and Shui Wuxiang's figure appeared from it. Looking at the corpses everywhere, Shui Wuxiang said in surprise: "It's very quick to do it."

Yan Chixiao shook his head and said, "I didn't do it."

With that said, Yan Chixiao told Shui Wuxiang what happened.

Shui Wuxiang raised his brows and said: "It's that kid again? Among the young people who came in, that guy can be said to be the most difficult one, why didn't you kill him by the way? If you let him affect Wen Isn't Master Hou's resurrection plan bad?"

Yan Chixiao snorted coldly and said: "I want to kill him, but you don't even look at my current state, my physical body is dead, how do you tell me to kill him? Why don't you save some effort to kill him?" Others, collect some blood."

Shui Wuxiang shook his head and said: "Okay, let's put this matter aside for the time being, the three warriors in the true alchemy realm are about to enter the burial place of Lord Wen Hou, I will first cooperate with Xuan Jiuyou to make arrangements, Kill those three martial arts masters.

Only at the place where Lord Wenhou's bones are buried, can Xuan Jiuyou use the breath left by Lord Wenhou in the past on 'Wu Shuang' to kill the enemy.

After refining their qi and blood, it is estimated that the qi and blood needed to revive Mr. Wenhou can be gathered. "

"Wait, take these corpses there first to condense Qi and blood for Shi Jiuling." Yan Chixiao pointed to the broken corpses on the ground.

Shui Wuxiang frowned and said, "Why are you in such a mess?"

Yan Chixiao snorted and said, "It's not the one I killed, it's that kid who shot too hard, anyway, it's all about condensing Qi and blood, what's the difference between a corpse and a corpse?"

Shui Wuxiang grumbled in dissatisfaction, but he still turned into black water, wrapped all the corpses in it, and disappeared.

At this time, in a palace in the center of the tomb, Dong Qikun and other three martial arts masters and dozens of other warriors were among them, but the atmosphere was extremely suppressed.

The entire hall is extremely crudely furnished, all made of bronze, and the ground is covered with dense runes.

There is no decoration at all in the main hall, but in the most central area is a huge bronze coffin. The top of the coffin is nailed into it with thirty-six long swords, as if to prevent the things inside from coming out.

But even so, wisps of black mist continued to emerge from the huge bronze coffin, the breath was cold and terrifying.

After all, Dong Qikun and others are martial arts masters, and their knowledge is far beyond that of ordinary warriors. The three of them have already recognized that the thirty-six long swords are the treasure of the real martial arts sect, the real martial arts sword!

The True Martial Punishing Evil Sword is an existence between a treasured weapon and a magical weapon. Its material and power are still precious soldiers, but the True Martial Punishing Evil Sword needs to be sacrificed with the painstaking efforts of a real martial arts master. When killing demons, it is somewhat as powerful as a magic weapon.

It is an irreversible harm to warriors to use their heart and blood to sacrifice and refine precious soldiers, so even in the current Zhenwu sect, not many people are willing to sacrifice and refine the Zhenwu Slaying Evil Sword again.

But here are thirty-six real Wuxie swords nailed to the coffin, one can imagine what kind of cruel people are being suppressed here!

In addition to the huge bronze coffin, there is also a huge square painted halberd hanging in the hall.

The halberd painted by Fang Tian is extremely fierce in shape, the body of the halberd is pitch black, and the figure of a ferocious glass dragon is carved on it.

And although the crescent blade was silvery white, the edge of the blade was scarlet, as if it was stained red by fresh blood.

The whole Fang Tian's painted halberd exudes an extremely ferocious aura, and it looks extremely terrifying. It doesn't even feel like a weapon to everyone, but a fierce beast!

At this time, Fang Tian's painted halberd was hanging in mid-air, but what hung it was not a rope, but a string of Buddhist beads.

The Buddhist beads were engraved with Sanskrit, and a ray of Buddha's light bloomed to suppress the fierceness of Fang Tian's painted halberd, but even so, it was very reluctant. There are a total of 108 Buddhist beads, but among them The ten of them have been damaged, and the Sanskrit charms on them are extremely dim.

With such obvious hints, there is no need to guess. Dong Qikun and others almost instantly guessed who was suppressed in this big tomb. It turned out to be Lu Wenhou, the demon god who ruled the world in ancient times!

Dong Qikun couldn't help trembling because of this discovery, which was exciting.

Lu Wenhou existed in legends. Although Dong Qikun and others didn't know what was in this place, it was obvious that even one of Lu Wenhou's belongings could be a treasure.

Not to mention anything else, although most of the power in the thirty-six real Wuxie swords that suppressed the huge bronze coffin of Lu Wenhou had been wiped out, they still had extremely powerful power.

There is also the Buddhist beads that imprisoned Fang Tian's painting halberd, although it has also been damaged, but if you take it out alone, it is considered a treasure.

And the most precious thing is that Fangtian painted halberd, which is the "Wushuang" portable weapon of the former demon god Lu Wenhou. The existence of the magic weapon level is definitely the most precious treasure.

Dong Qikun and the other three looked at each other, with a look of confusion in their eyes.

The rule of the Kaishan Festival is that outsiders can take anything that can be taken away, and the things that cannot be taken away must be left to the Dong family.

In the past, the Dong family held a mountain opening ceremony, and they chose a random direction to mine. Most of them were found in mines, and there were only a few relics. Even if there were some relics, the things that outsiders took away were limited. The family is not distressed either.

But this time? This is the land of the demon god Lu Wenhou's suppression, any one of them is a treasure, and the Dong family is reluctant to part with any of them!

The same is true for the other two people. Although it is said that this is the opening ceremony of the Dong family, they also came to help, and there are two of them, but the Dong family has only one person. Shouldn't they take more things?

Dong Qikun took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Qiao Liandong, Xu Tingyi, you and I are old acquaintances who have been friends for several years, and now the treasure is in front of me, but I don't want to be upset because of it.

Besides, this is the place where the ancient demon god Lu Wenhou suppressed. You have been here for so long, and you should be aware that something is wrong. There are still living things in this big tomb!

Although they didn't attack us, other junior fighters have already suffered a lot. When the crisis will fall on us, no one knows.

Instead of killing each other in front of the treasures, why don't we join forces temporarily, divide the things here and take them out, and then discuss other things, what do you think? "

Qiao Liandong and Xu Tingyi are also veteran martial arts masters with rich experience in the world, and this is indeed not a place to do it right now, so they both nodded and agreed with Dong Qikun.

Dong Qikun said in a deep voice: "In this case, let's get the magic weapon 'Wu Shuang' first, and Lu Wenhou must be suppressed in the huge bronze coffin. I don't know the consequences after pulling out thirty-six real martial arts swords No matter what, we'd better play it safe."

Just when Dong Qikun's voice just fell, a black mist filled the hall. The black mist seemed to have a spirituality, but they condensed together and turned into a hazy human figure standing in the midair, with scarlet and flooded eyes.

"Just relying on the idea that these native chickens and dogs are also worthy to fight against Lord Wenhou's magical soldiers, it is simply reckless!"