Martial God Sovereign

With a thought to Han Yu, the orange dragon and purple dragon rushed out together. The orange dragon stayed outside with the golden winged dragon, while the purple dragon followed Han Yu and flew towards the vortex. The purple dragon’s eyes shot out strange lights and watched the vortex. Although the vortex was terrifying, it couldn’t stop the purple dragon’s gaze. Soon the purple dragon saw the center of the vortex and the urn. Although the vortex was terrifying, it couldn’t help Han Yu. A layer of thunder net appeared on Han Yu’s body. , Protect him and the purple dragon, and then

Rush into the vortex. The vortex that can easily hurt the general quasi-emperor pinnacle powerhouse did not hurt Han Yu a bit. Soon Han Yu came to the center of the vortex, but the center area was calm. However, the devouring power that came from the urn was the strongest. Han Yu did not resist the swallowing power, and slowly fell towards the urn.

go with. At the same time, the purple dragon looked carefully inside the urn.

It can see through all the vain purple dragons, its eyesight is more than the unique method of the late Emperor Zhun, the sky eye, and the vertical eye of the wild king, second only to the purple fairy pupil, but it can't penetrate the urn.

This made Han Yu frowned. The vortex formed by the urn was so terrifying, it must be unimaginable inside.

However, Han Yu didn't hesitate, put the purple dragon into his body, and followed the airflow around it into the urn.

Soon Han Yu entered the urn. From the outside, the urn was only one foot long, but inside was a huge world, covered in gray, with countless mountains thrusting into the sky. Inside, the calm is abnormal.

Suddenly, Han Yu frowned. Those mountains were not mountains in the true sense, but bone mountains made up of countless bones. It looks like a mountain from a distance, and a bone tower at a close.

"In the urn, shouldn't it be the ashes of the masters of the Protoss? Why are there countless piles of bones?" Han Yu was stunned. "These bone mountains, how come I feel like I've known each other before." Suddenly, the voice of Feng Shenzi resounded in Han Yu's mind. This time, Han Yu brought the two incarnations of Lingyin and Fengshenzi, because what he had to deal with was something related to the Protoss, and Han Yu wanted to bring them to help.

really.

With a thought to Han Yu, Lingyin and Sun Shenzi both rushed out of their bodies, and they looked around curiously. Lingyin didn't see any clues, but Feng Shenzi's expression became more and more solemn, and suddenly said, "I remember."

Both Han Yu and Lingyin hurriedly looked at Fengshenzi. Fengshenzi's voice trembled and said, "This is the site of the Immortal God. We shouldn't be here."

Han Yu frowned and asked, "Who is the immortal god?" Fengshenzi said: "The immortal **** was a figure in the gods 50,000 years ago. He lived for 70,000 years, and there are immortals. The immortal **** has a hobby, that is, to pile up the bones of the people he killed. It is said that when the immortal **** appeared for the last time, his piled up corpses

There are as many as 100,000 Bone Mountains. Each one has 100,000 corpses, and only those with a cultivation level of Wu Sheng and above are eligible to be piled up on the mountain by him if they are killed by him. "

Han Yu and Lingyin couldn't help but took a breath, wouldn't it mean that the immortal **** had already killed 10 billion masters above the martial arts level? How do you feel like listening to the sky?

Han Yu asked, "What kind of power is the immortal god?"

Feng Shenzi said: "True God Realm."

Han Yu took another breath. A strong man in the realm of true gods has a lifespan of only 10,000 years, and the immortal **** can live for 70,000 years, which is indeed worthy of being immortal.

Feng Shenzi said: "This urn suddenly rioted. In all likelihood, the immortal **** has not fallen. If this is the case, if we encounter him, there will be death or no life. My suggestion is to retreat immediately."

Han Yu hesitated, if it was as Feng Shenzi said, this is definitely a very dangerous place. But Zhao Wending was sucked here, and Han Yu had no reason to retreat.

Han Yu thought for a while and said, "Look at it first."

Han Yu summoned the purple dragon again, and the purple dragon began to look around. Here, the purple dragon's sight was greatly affected, and the distance he could see was only about 100,000 miles. Suddenly, the purple dragon sent a picture to Han Yu. On a bone mountain seventy thousand miles away from the east, there was a huge bird lying without any injuries.

It was already breathless, and it was one of the masters of the burial pagoda who was sucked in before.

Han Yu hurriedly flew over and found that not only was the demon bird's body unharmed, even the holy palace was intact, but its soul had disappeared.

"Swallow the soul?" Han Yu suddenly flashed these four words in his mind, and suddenly felt a chill in his back.

At the beginning, a branch of the Demon Sect, the Demon Soul Palace, was practicing by devouring the souls of others, which was truly utterly conscience.

At this time, the purple dragon sent another picture to Han Yu. Seventy thousand miles away from the east, another corpse was found, the corpse of a human race and a master of burying the fairy tower.

Han Yu hurriedly flew over. Suddenly, the demon bird lying on the bone mountain came alive and bit at Han Yu.

This is a very strange scene, the soul of this monster bird has been dispersed, and it can still launch an attack.

Han Yu turned around and grabbed the demon bird's mouth. The demon bird couldn't move. There was a fierce light in his pupils.

Han Yu stared at the demon bird's eyes sullenly, and said gloomily: "I don't care who you are, stop your killing immediately, otherwise I'm not polite to you!"

"Hahaha..."

Suddenly, Demon Bird's mouth made a very sharp laugh, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Han Yu snorted coldly, with a slight force in his hands, the monster bird's body turned into fly ash, and the laughter stopped, and Han Yu and the three incarnations continued to move forward.

The person in front was also dead. Like the demon bird, he was swallowed by his soul and died.

Every time he walked forward for more than 70,000 miles, he could see a corpse. Every step forward, Han Yu's mood was three-pointed. Before a stick of incense, Han Yu saw eight corpses. Eight of the nine masters who were sucked in have already died.

The purple dragon saw the last one, standing on a bone mountain seventy thousand miles away from the east, with his back facing them, it was Zhao Wending.

Is Zhao Wending dead or alive? Han Yu didn't dare to imagine, he took the purple dragon into his body and rushed over with Lingyin and Fengshenzi.

Soon, Han Yu arrived behind Zhao Wending and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief because Zhao Wending still had a breath. However, after reaching Zhao Wending, Han Yu's body trembled suddenly, and hurriedly stopped, and shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you?" The person in front of him slowly turned around. It was an old man with gray hair. , And the portrait of Zhao Wending that Han Yu saw, are nine points similar, this person is Zhao Wending. But Han Yu's face instantly turned pale, and a terrible killing intent appeared in his pupils.