Martial Mythology

Zhang Yu casually wiped out a king of the Ten Thousand Realm, this scene had an unprecedented psychological impact on a group of Thousand Realm and Hundred Realm powerhouses!

For a moment, everyone was so shocked that they lost their ability to think.

It took a long time before they slowly came back to their senses. It just so happened that Zhang Yu cast his gaze over at this time.

Feeling Zhang Yu's gaze, everyone couldn't help but tremble, and cold sweat flowed down unconsciously.

"Okay, all the disobedient ones have been resolved. How about you, are you willing to do things for me?" Zhang Yu asked with a smile.

The sound that sounded very gentle entered everyone's ears, but it was like a devil whispering, making their bodies tremble even more.

"Willing... willing." Everyone replied tremblingly, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Hundred-level, thousand-level, and even ten-thousand levels, in the face of more powerful existences, are no different from ants.

In the face of beings stronger than them, they will also feel afraid, fear, and tremble.

Their pride and majesty can only have a sense of existence in front of those who are weaker than them.

Hearing their answers, Zhang Yu nodded with great satisfaction: "Very well, it seems that you are all very reasonable. It will save me a lot of talking."

According to the usual practice, Zhang Yu asked them some questions about the Heavenly Tomb and Hunmeng, but the result was the same as before, and they didn't get any useful information.

After confirming that they did not hide any secrets, Zhang Yu sent them to the wilderness world, and then continued to pay attention to the situation at the Heavenly Tomb.

At this time, Zhang Lu was already very close to the core of the Heavenly Tomb, and the air of dead tombs raged wildly around him. Although it could not threaten Zhang Lu's life for the time being, it still had a certain impact on Zhang Lu's combat power. The closer he was to the Heavenly Tomb, At the core, he needs to expend more effort to resist the aura of the tomb, otherwise, he will be infected by the aura of the tomb before those puppets or the will of the tomb can make a move.

After a peaceful journey, Zhang Lu clearly felt that the aura of death was becoming more and more raging, and its power had reached an astonishing level.

In order to resist the aura of death, Zhang Lu had to slow down his forward speed, and at the same time, the consumption speed of his muddled energy was doubled.

Unknowingly, the power of the aura of the tomb around Zhang Lu has risen to another level, and the whole world is filled with the aura of the tomb, every inch and every inch, everywhere, the whole world seems to be occupied by the aura of the tomb, except There is nothing else like the breath of death.

"Huh...huh..." Zhang Lu's pressure rose to an unprecedented level, and his whole body seemed to be carrying a mountain. The solid defensive barrier trembled slightly, pulling and fighting against the air of the dead tomb.

When he got here, every step Zhang Lu took was like a mortal climbing a mountain, his head was covered with sweat unknowingly.

"I faintly feel it." Zhang Lu took heavy steps, his eyes fixed on the front, "The will of the tomb is not far away!"

Although his sight and perception were disturbed by the aura of the dead tomb, Zhang Lu had a keen intuition that the will of the tomb was ahead.

There was an inexplicable palpitation in his heart, and the hairs all over his body stood on end, as if he was being stared at by something terrifying.

After going on for about a quarter of an hour, Zhang Lu suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on the super-large ancestral temple looming in the air of the dead tomb in front of him. The feeling of heart palpitations became stronger, and there was even a feeling of extreme danger. :"arrive!"

The core of the Sky Tomb has finally arrived!

The legendary Will of the Sky Tomb, that extremely mysterious existence, is finally about to unveil your mystery!

Although the bristling hairs on his body seemed to indicate the danger ahead, although Zhang Lu was almost overwhelmed by the erosion of the tomb, and although his whole state seemed to be greatly suppressed, Zhang Lu's face did not show the slightest hint of danger. He slowly raised the soles of his feet and walked towards the ancient and huge ancestral temple, step by step, heavy but firm.

Under the tremendous pressure, every time Zhang Yu took a step, it was like carrying a big mountain, and every step he took made the ground tremble.

The closer to the ancestral temple, the more intense the atmosphere of the tomb, and the more terrifying the erosive force, but as Zhang Lu approached, his vision became clearer.

The outline of the mysterious ancestral temple gradually became clear.

An extremely huge ancestral temple that seems to have no boundaries stands in the center of the sky tomb!

The aura of dead tombs in the ancestral temple is raging like a storm. If you compare the aura of dead tombs with the power of Hunmeng, then the aura of dead tombs inside the ancestral temple can even catch up with the power of Hunmeng in the restricted area of ​​Hunmeng. It's an exaggeration, but the air of death is really so terrifying.

Outside the ancestral temple, Zhang Lu stopped slowly. He had reached his limit, and it would be very difficult to take another step forward.

He even suspected that as long as he dared to take a step into the ancestral temple, his consciousness would be swallowed by the howling and raging tomb atmosphere in an instant, and he would become a puppet of the tomb.

"Is this already the limit?" Zhang Lu was a little unwilling.

He is only three or five steps away from the temple gate of the ancestral temple. As long as he advances a few more steps and pushes the temple gate open, he will be able to reach the core of the celestial tomb, where the mysterious will is!

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Lu tried to release his mind to perceive the situation inside the ancestral temple, but the atmosphere of the dead tomb in the ancestral temple was raging like a flood. As soon as his mind passed through the gate of the temple, it was crushed by the impact, and there was nothing he could do Perceive the situation in it, not even a single plant or tree.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Zhang Lu raised his head slightly, looked around the exterior of the ancestral temple, and could vaguely see some traces of destruction.

Although those places have been repaired, the repaired places are obviously different from the original buildings, not in materials or appearance, but in the difference accumulated over the years. There is a considerable gap between the years experienced by the two, and it will naturally show A different sense of age.

Chaos in the prehistoric world.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yu was also a little unwilling.

We have all arrived at the gate of the ancestral temple, and we are so close to the door that we just give up like this. I am really not reconciled.

But the aura of death in the tomb was indeed too terrifying. It was impossible for him to let Zhang Lu fall desperately and forcefully enter the ancestral temple to find out.

"Forget it, come back." Zhang Yu was silent for a while, and said to Zhang Lu: "Next time I have a chance, I will come back for a while."

Although Zhang Lu was unwilling, he had no idea. He insisted on entering the ancestral temple to find out. He replied via voice transmission: "I wanted to bring back a few more kings of the Ten Thousand Realm, but it's a pity." The puppet team, he never met the puppet team again. There must be a ten thousand level puppet inside the ancestral temple, but he himself has reached his limit, and there is no way to move forward.

Just when Zhang Lu constructed a teleportation wormhole and was about to leave, the door of the ancestral temple in front suddenly opened automatically, and the sound of orderly footsteps echoed in the quiet ancestral temple, making people inexplicably horrified.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

I saw one after another celestial tomb puppets slowly walking out of the temple gate. There are celestial tomb puppets of each level at the hundred level, thousand level, ten thousand level, and above the hundred level level. The most numerous is the hundred level level. Followed by the thousand-level realm, even the ten-thousand-level realm is quite a lot, and the number is gradually increasing.

In just a few dozen breaths, more than 30,000 celestial tomb puppets were neatly arranged in front of Zhang Lu.

More than 28,000 hundred-level realms, more than 3,000 thousand-level realms, and... more than three hundred ten thousand-level realm kings!

Terrifying array, unprecedented spectacular!

Put it anywhere, such a lineup can cause an unprecedented impact!

There are more than 30,000 nine-star hunk masters, and all of them are nine-star hunk masters of the hundredth level and above. It is estimated that anyone who sees them will be shocked on the spot.

Zhang Yu thought that the ten thousand level kings in Hunmengtian were enough. There were dozens of them. The kings of heavy realms, just the more than 30,000 kings of hundreds of realms and thousand realms, are probably enough to pose a considerable threat to Hun Mengtian.

"It would be great if we could get all these people to Dantian World." Zhang Yu was a little greedy.

Compared with his 800,000 avatars, the number of puppets in the celestial tomb is far from enough, but their overall cultivation is far better than Zhang Yu's avatars. Only Zhang Lu can compare with those kings of the Ten Thousand Realm.

Zhang Lu also narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the neatly arranged celestial tomb puppets. After the initial shock, he quickly regained his composure. While guessing what the celestial tomb puppets were doing, he was thinking Is there any way to get all these puppets from the Sky Tomb to the dantian world.

If other people saw this scene, they would probably be so frightened that their feet would go limp and their heads would be unable to think, but Zhang Lu was different. What he thought about was how to get rid of these celestial tomb puppets.

In his eyes, these celestial tomb puppets are not terrible enemies, but a group of treasures!

"Don't you want to see me?" Just when Zhang Lu was thinking, a very strange voice sounded: "Why did you shrink back when you got to the door?"

Zhang Lu raised his head, and saw inside the temple gate, a human-shaped aura of dead tomb, like a human being, slowly walked out, and the strange sound was exactly the aura of dead tomb.

The aura of the dead tomb has been condensed to the extreme, reaching the point of materialization. The sum of the aura of the tomb in the entire sky seems to be inferior to it. Qi is just like the muddy tree, except that what the muddy tree absorbs is the power of muddy, and what it releases is a more condensed power of muddy.

It is the source of the air of death tomb!

The entire Heavenly Tomb, and even the entire Humbly Countless Great Tomb, all the aura of death from the tomb comes from it!

It is... the will of the tomb!

I saw the Will of the Heavenly Tomb staring at Zhang Lu, sized it up for a moment, and then said with emotion: "Unexpectedly, there is someone in this darkness who can construct a clone of the darkness...Little guy, you are really beyond my expectations. It's a pity , you seem to have not gone through the last layer of transformation, you have not reached the level of controlling Hunmeng, and the constructed Hunmeng avatar is not satisfactory."