Chapter 6827 The Blood-Stained Divine Artifact

The huge square was originally silent, but with Wutian's sudden opening, the atmosphere seemed to have stagnated!

But the strange thing is that Wutian's tone, which seemed to be slippery, although dragging Wen, did not completely erupt the atmosphere of a storm that was about to come.

Hua Tiankuang, Xuanyuan Qingtian, and Lu Laoba all looked at Nangong Mu Sheng at this time, as if they were watching a show!

Wutian's words were tantamount to a disguised provocation. How would Nangong Mu Shenghui respond?

Will the two No. 1s start fighting immediately if they disagree?

Nangong Mu Sheng, who was leaning on the mountain wall, finally raised his head slightly and glanced at Wutian.

Wutian's closed eyes slowly opened and looked over.

The eyes of the two top leaders seemed to meet!

But the next moment, Nangong Mu Sheng looked away and looked in the direction of Ye Wuque, who had always been like a background.

Ye Wuque felt the gaze of Nangong Mu Sheng, the Bahuang Bangyi was looking at him.

"You...come from Tianhuang?"

At this moment, a soft voice sounded, belonging to Nangong Mu Sheng, just like the wind in the fields at night, natural and clean.

Xuanyuan Qingtian and Lu Laoba blinked and immediately looked at Wutian!

Wutian is like being ignored!

Wutian raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't expect Nangong Mu Shenghui to suddenly communicate with Ye Wuque.

But Wutian, who was ignored, did not get angry. Instead, he looked at Ye Wuque with a look of interest.

Ye Wuque, who was sitting cross-legged, looked calm, facing Nangong Mu Sheng's question, but before he spoke, Nangong Mu Sheng's voice sounded again.

"Tianhuang, I've been there once."

“It’s a nice place.”

Incomprehensible words fell one after another, and when Nangong Mu Sheng finished speaking, he withdrew his gaze and lowered his head, as if he had begun to fall asleep. It seemed that he had been talking to himself all the time and did not need Ye Wuque's answer at all.

Ye Wuque's face remained calm and he also withdrew his gaze.

"This Nangong Mu Sheng's character... is weird!" Lu Laoba couldn't help but whisper.

Hua Tiankuang looked at Nangong Mu Sheng and said, "There is always a thin line between genius and madman."

"Creatures like Nangong Mu Sheng are absolutely completely different from ordinary geniuses!"

"Not being able to understand or see through means the unknown, and the unknown is the scariest thing..." As the third person on the Xuanhuang list, Hua Tiankuang's eyesight goes without saying much.

When Wu Tian saw Nangong Mu Sheng looking like this, he smiled inexplicably at this moment.

"It has character, I like it."

He also closed his eyes again and began to fall asleep as well.

The huge square once again fell into a dead silence.

But this dead silence did not last long...

Tap tap tap!

The sound of footsteps slowly sounded again, but this time, it was no longer one, but two.

Two creatures stepped into the huge square and reached the top of the road to becoming gods.

Huatian Kuang and the other three looked over!

As far as the eye could see, I saw two figures stepping in one after the other. After seeing the appearance of these two figures clearly, their eyes moved and they seemed to recognize them!

The leader was a bald man, who looked to be in his thirties, with a tall and straight figure, and a flowing robe, like a free and carefree traveler.

But a pair of eyes seemed to be flowing with two long rivers of starlight, extremely bright and even shining, making one feel a sky-high ambition and strong self-confidence at a glance.

In addition, there is a calm demeanor that seems to have experienced life and death.

The shining eyes revealed a kind of peace and tranquility. He looked at the figure that had appeared in the huge square for a moment, and then showed a faint smile, seeming eager to try.

This creature ranks first among the top ten seeds sent by the Emperor Burying Spirit Clan, and is the one that the entire Emperor Burying Spirit Clan has the highest hope of becoming a god...

Tazo!

The second figure following Tao Zang is exactly the same as Tao Zang, but his momentum is more restrained, like a vase that cannot be moved by eight winds, or like a rock in the deep sea. His eyes are powerful and tenacious.

It is obviously another seed of the Emperor Burial Spirit clan.

Standing in the huge square, Tao Zang looked back at the mountain road he came from and sighed inexplicably.

"Bo Xu, after all, are we the only two who have come here..."

Zang's voice was calm, but at this time there was a hint of emotion.

And the Bo Xu he mentioned was the seed of another Emperor Burial Spirit clan. When he heard this, a touch of determination emerged in his eyes.

"They must have tried their best!"

He nodded lightly, withdrew his gaze, looked at the black-robed man sitting cross-legged like a sculpture in front of him, and murmured: "Yes, on the road to becoming a god, every living being has tried their best, God's will is clear, But man can conquer heaven..."

Tao Zang stopped speaking, but chose a place to sit cross-legged, and Bo Xu also sat down beside him.

At this time, outside the huge square, there were waves of noise and unwilling roars of anger!

"Why??"

"You can enter only after you return to the first level? Why?"

"I tried my best and paid an unimaginable price to get here, but can I get in?"

"Unfair!! Unfair!!"

…

Finally, the large army of Three Wastelands creatures seemed to have arrived, but what greeted them was the cruel fact.

On the road to becoming a god, the further you go, the ninety-nine levels will fall at any time!

It is conceivable that the creatures of the ninth level of the soul refining can finally come here and successfully reach the 28th floor of the top of the road to becoming a god. How incredible is it?

Each of them must be an outstanding player, plus they are lucky enough to do it, they are all good seedlings.

However, they were stopped before the last step.

Who can accept it?

Rumble!

Crack!

Not long after, a huge roar came from the outside. There were people who were in the ninth level of the soul refining who could no longer control themselves and wanted to break the restrictions and force their way in, but it was useless.

Desperate roars, unwilling shouts, and sad cries gradually resounded.

A square separated the two sides.

One side is heaven, and the other side is hell.

What a sigh?

Finally, more creatures came in intermittently, and each of them was almost stumbling and injured. They were all masters at the level of Jiujiu Guiyi, that is, masters on the list of the two wastelands.

About a dozen of them finally came here. After entering, they all had mixed feelings, both happy and nervous.

During this period.

Two figures appeared again that attracted attention.

One was the seed of the Yaotian clan, the most powerful one, who was comparable to the status of the Tingzang, named... Yuan Zheng.

The other one was wearing a gray cloak, hiding his true face, and it was unclear whether he was a man or a woman. He exuded a strange aura all over his body, like a shadow.

Almost at the moment when this creature appeared, Ye Wuque looked over, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Has the second emperor finally appeared?

But at this moment!

An inexplicable divine power came from the entrance, causing countless creatures to look sideways.

Even Ye Wuque was attracted.

Because he was not unfamiliar with this divine power, he had just experienced it not long ago.

"This is... the aura of the natal artifact!"

Could it be that a fallen demigod has arrived?

But soon, Hua Tiankuang's beautiful eyes condensed again, and he slowly uttered three words.

"Yuan Nishen!"

Among the three wastelands, the most amazing and incredible Tyrant of the Three Wastelands has arrived.

Before he arrived, the first thing that caught my eye was a sapphire spear!

It was sharp.

The tip of the spear exuded a sharpness that was enough to pierce through the sky and the earth!

It was held casually by a hand.

What caught the attention of all the creatures was that the sapphire spear was stained with blood!

There was even blood dripping down, and the blood seemed to be warm.

All the creatures looked at each other in surprise.

The next moment, a tall and handsome figure, as if reflected by the bright moon, stepped into the square.

Yuan Nishen!

Holding the blood-stained sapphire spear in his hand, his face was calm, but there was an indescribable mystery and unpredictability.

"What's going on? That breath should be the natal artifact that only fallen demigods can possess, right? How could Yuan Nishen possess it? Could it be that he is also..." Hua Tiankuang was shocked at this moment, and subconsciously looked at Ye Wuque. As an eyewitness, she had seen the Lie Shen Immortal Spear of the ancient gods, and many unbelievable thoughts came to her mind at this moment.

But Ye Wuque had a calm face, and his eyes looked at Yuan Nishen who walked in, shining with an unprecedented blazing light, and slowly said: "No, this Yuan Nishen should have just experienced a shocking battle."

"The blood-stained spear in his hand should be his... trophy."

"Not only the enemy's blood, but also his blood."

"He was seriously injured, but he didn't hide it, didn't care, and still came strongly. It's interesting..."

As soon as these words came out, Hua Tiankuang's beautiful pupils shrank slightly, and his heart was extremely shocked!