"The tomb has already been opened, the inheritance of the Cycle Palace Realm Great Power is mine."
"Everyone get the hell out of my way!"
"Haha! The position of Saint Heir is mine, whoever dares to obstruct , I will kill them!"
The surrounding candidates for the Holy Daughters and Saint Heirs of the Tianyin Sect, one by one, roared excitedly.
Each of them using their strongest thods, holding black tokens, rushed toward the black water column vortex.
In just a mont.
A group of Tianyin Sect’s candidates for Saint Heir and Holy Daughter had mostly scattered.
Only Senior Brother Han and an old woman remained.
"Senior Brother Han, the tomb of the Cycle Palace Realm Great Power has been opened, we’ll go ahead first, and wait inside for you!"
As his words ended, the five candidates who had forrly followed Senior Brother Han stepped quickly, each using their movent techniques, rapidly shooting toward the black water column vortex.
"Ah! You bunch of bastards, how dare you leave behind alone, just you wait! Once I secure the position of Saint Heir, I’ll make sure you pay for this."
Seeing this scene, Senior Brother Han roared ferociously.
"Xiao Han, are you alright?" the old woman asked softly.
She raised her hand to help Senior Brother Han up from the ground.
"Qing’er, I’m fine! Let’s hurry in, we’ll snatch the Cycle Palace Realm Great Power’s inheritance first, then find an opportunity to kill that little beast, Bao Butong!" Senior Brother Han said darkly.
Fortunately, there was no one around.
Otherwise, this scene, if seen by the group of Tianyin Sect’s candidates for Saint Heir and Holy Daughter, would definitely shock them.
If Zhang Xiaohao were here, seeing their intimate behavior.
He would definitely shrug and say, "A pair of shaless lovers, it’s not just disgusting but disgraceful!"
"Xiao Han, don’t worry! When we enter the tomb of the Cycle Palace Realm Great Power, I’ll help you get the treasure first! Then we’ll find an opportunity to slay that little beast Bao Butong," the old woman said murderously.
"Thank you, Qing’er!" Senior Brother Han said.
Hugging the old woman’s waist, he suppressed his disgust and kissed her forehead.
Thinking disdainfully, Old hag! Once I’m done using you, your death is near!!
The two then took out black tokens, tapped their feet, and transford into a teor rushing into the black water column vortex.
Thump!
As the last two disciples of the Tianyin Sect entered, those three ditating old monks.
Could no longer suppress the injuries within their bodies, and spouted a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Hehe..."
Suddenly, from the distant horizon, a chilling, sinister laugh echoed.
"Who’s there! Co out now!" the leading elder yelled coldly.
Even as a dying man, the formidable pressure of the Half-step Palace Realm was not to be violated.
"Old fool! Already one foot in the coffin, and still daring to be arrogant in front of ! You’re simply courting death."
As he spoke, a blood-red giant, almost three ters tall, accompanied by two half-orcs, with a genetic evolution close to ninety-nine percent perfect tiger people.
Within a few leaps, they rapidly appeared beside the lake.
If Zhang Xiaohao were here, he would imdiately recognize that the blood-red giant was none other than the blood giant previously encountered in the forbidden zone of the John family’s holy land in the US.
"Hmm! So it’s the half-orcs from the US! Daring to run wild on the Tianyin Sect’s ho ground, go to hell!" the leading elder roared.
The three raised their palms, a tyrannical black giant finger covering the sky and blocking the sun with supre power, crushed toward the blood giant and the two with him.
"Dare to act wildly in front of , go to hell!" the blood-red giant scoffed.
The three instantly moved, charging toward the three old monks of the Tianyin Sect.
...
After Zhang Xiaohao left, he knew nothing about what was happening outside the tomb.
Hum!
The surrounding world shook, and by the ti Zhang Xiaohao regained consciousness from the imnse space power,
he was suspended in mid-air, his body plumting toward the ground like a teor.
"Damn! This fucking thing." Seeing this scene, Zhang Xiaohao cursed inwardly.
He hurriedly circulated the Shennong True Qi within his body, intending to rush downwards using the Twelve Heavenly Steps.
"Huh? What’s going on? Why is my True Qi being suppressed?" Zhang Xiaohao suddenly exclaid.
Whoosh!
Watching his body fall rapidly like a teor to the ground.
At the mont of crisis,
Zhang Xiaohao roared.
"Netherworld Demon Body!"
As his voice fell, streaks of black luster appeared on his body.
He looked like a demon god from ancient tis.
Bang!
Falling from several hundred ters in the air, the trendous force of the fall created a huge crater seven or eight ters deep in the ground.
Dust exploded into the air.
As the dust cleared, a man with his face covered in dirt erged from the crater.
"Damn! This cursed tomb, luckily I had the Netherworld Demon Body, otherwise I would’ve been severely crippled if not dead!" Zhang Xiaohao cursed again.
He felt like dragging the owner of this tomb from beneath the ground and beating him severely.
With a push from one leg, he dashed out of the deep pit like lightning.
The surrounding space was dark, filled with black gas.
A strong sll of decaying corpses and a sinister energy rushed toward him.
Zhang Xiaohao felt a chill over his body and circulated the Netherworld Demon Body to expel the cold from within him.
"What’s going on? Not only is my True Qi being confined, but these black gases are also extrely cold! Luckily, my Netherworld Demon Body has reached the second layer of Great Perfection, and my physical body’s defensive power is comparable to a martial artist at the Peak of the Early Control Realm! If it were soone else, they would’ve either been crushed to death or frozen to death by this black gas!" Zhang Xiaohao muttered.
He scanned his surroundings with his gaze.
Only after a while did Zhang Xiaohao withdraw his attention.
"It seems that the owner of this tomb, even among the great powers of the Cycle Palace Realm, belongs to the very top echelon of fighters! Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to construct such an imnse tomb," Zhang Xiaohao thought solemnly.
In front of him, the place he was standing was an isolated small island, easily dozens of miles across.
As for what was outside the island, he was not sure yet.
Even the ground and everything around were uniformly black.
Zhang Xiaohao sensed a strong looming crisis rapidly approaching.
He mobilized his Soul Power, looking around with it.
"Damn! Even my Soul Power is being confined! Do they have to be so harsh?" Zhang Xiaohao cursed under his breath.
The imnse Soul Power, under the constraint of the mysterious forces around him, could not extend beyond his body.
Whoosh!
Exhaling a breath of stale air, Zhang Xiaohao looked at the Shennong Ring on his left hand.
Praying in his heart, Great Taoist Ancestor Three Pure, please bless and let the Shennong Ring open.
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