Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter 296 The weak eat the strong!

After the woman left, someone around immediately rushed towards Yang Chen, full of killing intent. Yang Chen knew that in this fight, he couldn't stay out of the matter, and simply lifted his fingers directly, and the dark spiritual power surged from the fingertips and became more and more turbulent.

Finally, behind Yang Chen, it turned into a huge pitch black finger.

Great Annihilation!

Whoosh...

Huge fingers burst out, directly blasting four or five warriors not far away into pieces, and blood mixed with internal organs splashed to the ground.

Yang Chen didn't feel guilty about killing these people, because he knew that if he didn't kill them, the only thing in the end would be to be killed by them!

And this **** scene fell in the eyes of others, but it was like a devil, making them shiver. At this moment, Yang Chen's side was actually in a vacuum. No one dared to rush up, and they all retreated.

"Humph." Yang Chen snorted lightly, and directly drew a circle on the ground with the evil frightening sword, surrounded himself in the circle, and then thrust the evil frightening sword directly into the ground with a "bang".

"In this circle, whoever approaches is dead!"

Yang Chen said something coldly, his tone full of evil spirits.

Hearing this, everyone trembled, and immediately stepped back, a few minutes away from the circle.

In a word, everyone was frightened and afraid to come close!

"This person is very strong."

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yuan frowned, looking at Yang Chen's eyes, revealing the color of thinking.

Several people from Heavenly Sword Villa stood beside him, stepping on the flying sword, quietly watching the scene below.

Similarly, no one dared to approach the arrogance of these royal families.

Not only them, but even the Lei Family and the surroundings of Tianqing Mansion are also in a vacuum zone, and no warrior dared to approach within ten meters.

In addition, Yang Chen's side, four places, the wind and rain were calm, as if the fighting around them had nothing to do with them.

"Brother, do you feel that this person is very familiar?" Zhao Linger frowned and said, "Have you discovered that this person seems to be the 21st bidder at the original auction?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was slightly taken aback.

"Miss Linger, don't say it, it seems to be a bit like it!" Another person said, "I didn't expect this person to be so powerful? He has reached the level of Wuzong?"

"This person shouldn't be underestimated. When you enter the tomb of Wu Zun, if you can't fight him, try not to fight him, understand?" Zhao Yuan ordered.

"Yes!" Everyone nodded immediately, stopped talking, and quietly watched the situation below.

Only Zhao Yuan.

He looked around constantly, as if looking for someone.

"Brother Yang, where did you go..." Zhao Yuan murmured, softly speaking.

...

Ten minutes later, the crowd gradually stopped fighting.

The ground was dripping with blood, the corpses piled up, and the stinking smell made me sick.

The hundreds of people before, dropped sharply to 70 or 80 at this moment.

There are dozens of forces, and now there are only a dozen forces left.

Terrible!

On the other hand, the people who stayed behind were all smiling and proud, as if they were a winner, their faces were proud.

Seeing this scene, Tao Qiusheng raised his mouth and smiled lightly: "Well, everyone, the elimination is over here, let's go to the tomb!"

After all, when he moved his body, he and the people who had left the palace of fire flew directly towards the tomb door.

With the lead of Lihuo Palace, other people also entered the cemetery in twos and threes.

"collapse"!

Yang Chen pulled out the evil spirit sword, put his back behind him, and calmly said to the air: "Okay, Senior, let's go in too."

"Yeah." Gu Tianji's old voice came in his mind.

After that, Yang Chen followed the team and walked to the front of the tomb door.

The door was dark yellow with many patterns engraved on it. It was two or three meters high, and a suffocating breath came from behind the door, which made people unable to help swallowing.

No one knows...

What will be behind this door.

It may be a treasure, or it may be a deadly weapon!

So at this moment, no one dared to move forward rashly.

Yang Chen stood quietly in the crowd, silent, he was also a person who had lived for tens of thousands of years, knowing that the warrior would definitely cherish his grave, and it would be impossible for people to enter it so easily.

After all, if you go in, isn't that equivalent to letting people dig their own grave?

Yang Chen expected that there must be a mechanism behind this door!

So at this moment, Yang Chen didn't plan to do this kind of adventurous thing, and it was better to let others do it.

At this moment, I saw that Tao Qiusheng suddenly turned around and pointed at two people not far away, saying: "You two, come here!"

Hearing this, Yang Chen looked over immediately.

These two people came from a disciple called the Dao Axe Sect, a small sect, and their strength was only in the middle stage of the Great Martial Master.

Hearing what Tao Qiusheng said at the moment, both of them trembled, their faces as pale as paper.

"Tao...Senior Tao." The two stepped forward and clasped their fists.

Tao Qiusheng glanced at them and said faintly: "You two, go and open the door."

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, both of them had their pupils shrunk, and knelt down with a thump, and wailed, "Senior forgive me, Senior forgive me!"

"Ok?"

Tao Qiusheng frowned and said calmly, "Why, don't you want to explore the wind for everyone?"

"I... I wait..."

The two disciples trembled and panicked.

Seeing this scene, Tao Qiusheng sneered, and said: "You two dare to come to Wu Zun's tomb. You don't even have a sense of community! It's just for you to explore the wind for everyone, not for you to die. I don’t want to?"

"In that case, what's the use of keeping you?"

After that, Tao Qiusheng directly waved his right hand, and a burst of spiritual power shot out, "peng" hit one of the disciples. The man screamed and flew seven or eight meters away, his chest was sunken, his head tilted and he died.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked, and the back was immediately covered with cold sweat.

The other member of the sword and axe sect was even more frightened, and there was a scent of urine.

Tao Qiusheng snorted coldly, glanced at him, and said calmly: "The old man will give you another chance. If you don't follow it, you will end up like that."

Hearing this, the man swallowed.

Finally stood up slowly, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

He decided to open the door.

After all, he still has a chance to open the door, and if he doesn't go, then he has only a dead end!

Thinking of this, the man gritted his teeth, raised his foot, and walked slowly to the door.

Seeing this scene, Yang Chen sighed and sympathized with the man silently in his heart.

This world is indeed a world where the strong respect the strong and the weak eat the strong.

It was like this 80,000 years ago, and it is still like this 80,000 years later.

...

"Stay back!"

When the man walked towards the gate, Tao Qiusheng gave a low voice, and immediately took the people from the Huo Palace back several tens of meters.

Yang Chen also stepped back a little, looking at the man from a distance.

And as this person walked to the door, everyone held their breath and looked nervous.

Crunch-

At this moment, the man stretched out his hand and gently opened the door.

be quiet.

It was as quiet as death.

The door was pushed open, but nothing happened.

The man stood there blankly, seemingly unbelievable.

"Is there nothing?"

Yang Chen frowned and said.