Zero To Hero In The Martial Arts Chapter 393: Why do I feel that the Xuanyuan God Clan is not good enough for him?

When the masters of the Alliance of Hundred Clans attempted to rush into the formation and enter the tomb of the God King, a black-purple mist burst out suddenly.

Puff Chi~!

The person at the front was corroded into a pile of bones on the spot, his flesh and soul were shattered.

But the mist is not just this little bit, it is too much, too big, it has been sealed in this tomb for countless suns and moons, and it has been held back for countless suns and moons, and now it has finally been liberated , will be like the water of the great river that broke its embankment, surging forward and occupying the whole world!

Ning Zhiyuan, who was not far away, saw this scene, his pupils shrank suddenly.

You know, the existence that just tried to rush into the tomb of the **** king is a few god-level masters in the Hundred Clans Alliance!

Under this poisonous mist, the divine realm couldn't bear it even for a second. One can imagine how terrifying this poisonous mist is?

"Shaoyu, retreat quickly! This poisonous mist is fatal."

Unfortunately, the speed of the poisonous mist is too fast, he just yelled, and in the next second, the poisonous mist has swallowed him, Ling Shaoyu, and several masters of the Xuanyuan God Clan and Baimeng God Clan.

"Damn it!"

The poisonous gas invaded, and there were screams, but in the blink of an eye, not even two seconds passed, the sound disappeared again.

This is because the poisonous mist has spread and is slightly diluted.

It is conceivable that if the poisonous mist condenses together, what kind of power will it explode?

"Young Master!"

The masters of the two great families, seeing this scene, wanted to go up to the rescue, Song Qingxue immediately stopped them.

"Don't go there, the poisonous fog is very dangerous, even in the God Killing Realm, they might all fall. The two of them should be dead already, even if you rush in and rescue them, it will be of no avail."

"Damn it!"

The two masters gritted their teeth in anger.

Although it is said that, as Ning Zhiyuan and Ling Shaoyu, there will be blood and spirit stored in the Ning family, and they can be resurrected with healing techniques, but the problem is that it is impossible for them to be resurrected easily after their bodies fall. Reaching the current height, even one's own aptitude may drop a lot.

It is a great loss for a top-level family like theirs that the young master of the direct line cultivated by the family is damaged.

Seeing that the poisonous fog is still spreading continuously, Song Qingxue and the remaining young masters looked at each other and said loudly:

"It's not safe here anymore, let's retreat for the time being, and wait until we see the situation later. Withdraw quickly!"

With an order, although everyone was unwilling, they could only retreat.

The people of the Baimeng Protoss naturally didn't dare to pester them too much, so they withdrew immediately.

After all, life matters.

And in the black-purple poisonous mist, there are two pale golden rays of light, struggling to support, looming, like two faint stars in the deep sea, which may exhaust their light at any time and completely dim .

It was Ling Shaoyu and Ning Zhiyuan.

The cultivation base of the two people must not have reached the **** level, but in view of the special status of the two people, both of them have special protective treasures on their bodies, which can maintain and isolate the poisonous fog in a short time .

It's just that this didn't last long, and the defensive shields of the two were eroded by the poisonous mist, and they had already started to make a hissing sound.

Some weak poisonous gas had passed through the defensive cover and entered the bodies of the two of them, making them tremble, their faces turned pale, and their bodies were sweating.

"Shaoyu, how do you feel?"

"Just talking nonsense! Can't you feel it yourself? It's cold and hard."

"I didn't expect the two of us to be finished. Sure enough, the elders of the family have learned a good lesson. Outside, things that may kill us all the time."

"It's okay, I can still be resurrected."

"After the resurrection, it is impossible for the two of us to have the current strength, and our cultivation base will definitely decline. At that time, we don't know how far behind the others.

Moreover, the qualifications of the two of us will also drop significantly, and it is estimated that the peak that we can reach in this life will be much less than before. "

Ning Zhiyuan smiled bitterly.

But what can he do?

The starry sky is vast, and there are countless strong people. Existences like them are said to be noble, but they are nothing if they leave the family.

As time went by, the poisonous mist became more and more serious, and the consciousness of the two of them had gradually fallen into a coma, and some were not sober.

"Brother Ning, I...I'm afraid I can't do it. I'll take a...step first."

Ning Zhiyuan nodded slightly.

"You go first, I will be there later."

After speaking, he exhausted his last strength and looked in the direction of the human world.

It will probably take a lot of time for the family to revive him. During this period of time, it is impossible for him to come to this place again. I really don't know if that sword fairy will still be here.

Sorry!

I haven't seen such a monster!

But at this moment, his eyes that had begun to slacken suddenly saw a ray of light, flying rapidly from the human world, and came to him in no time.

"So fast!"

Ning Zhiyuan woke up suddenly, although his consciousness was low and his vision was blurred, he still continued to desperately look at the other party.

He wants to see what that figure is!

"Who are you...?"

His voice, which had been corroded by the poisonous fog, was somewhat hoarse, and he let out a weak whisper.

The light that came was none other than Ye Xiao.

Because he has just learned the nine-star divine art-level poison art - Poison God Jue, so now, he is in this poisonous mist, without the slightest influence.

Hearing the other party's voice, he couldn't help being slightly surprised, and glanced at the other party.

"It's actually him."

Ye Xiao met Ning Zhiyuan more than once.

For this person, Ye Xiao has a good impression. He never puts on airs. I heard that he took good care of his seniors like Emperor Jing, the Four Venerables, and Beitang Ce, and gave him a lot of excellent resources. .

It was also because of him that Beitang Ce had been persuading himself to reveal his identity.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Xiao shot out two golden rays with his fingers, which sank into the bodies of the two of them, and then went straight to the formation.

The Immortal Art is activated!

The bodies of the two who had been eroded by the poisonous mist were instantly restored.

Ling Shaoyu: "(⊙.⊙)!"

"What's going on? My consciousness has recovered. Am I dead? Shouldn't this poisonous mist be able to corrode even the soul?"

Ning Zhiyuan stared wide-eyed, pointing at Ye Xiao's back tremblingly.

"He saved us!"

It was only then that Ling Shaoyu noticed Ye Xiao's figure.

Seeing him walking unharmed in the poisonous fog, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils immediately.

"My God, who is he? Why is he so powerful? This poisonous mist can't hurt him at all?"

Ning Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and immediately cupped his hands towards Ye Xiao's back:

"Thank you for saving your life, may I ask if you are the sword fairy of Jianghai City?"

Ling Shaoyu was shocked once again, his hairs stood on end, and he couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Is he the Sword Immortal? The one you mentioned, the peerless genius of our Xuanyuan God Clan?"

Ye Xiao's voice, modified with spiritual energy, came back lightly.

"You two can leave now, my healing technique lasts for a limited time, and the two of you can finally bear it for a minute."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and fiddled with the formation. The formation that Ling Shaoyu and the master formation masters of the Hundred Clans Alliance had finally spent a long time cracking together was opened directly .

"Fuck!"

Ling Shaoyu's jaw almost dropped in shock.

He swears that he has never seen such a powerful guy in his life.

Ye Xiao's mastery of formations was simply beyond what he had imagined in his mind, as if it was as far away as an era.

As a formation mage, no one knows better than him how difficult this formation is to crack.

But Ye Xiao still cracked it, and he was still alone, and he cracked it so easily!

Isn't this strong and perverted?

However, at the moment when the formation was shattered, more poisonous mist also began to spread out. The thick poisonous mist swallowed Ye Xiao completely, and the black and purple mist rolled, and its power was much stronger than that which came out before. The first batch is even stronger. I don't know how many times stronger.

The bones of the few gods who had just been corroded by the poisonous mist turned into powder on the spot after touching this more intense poisonous mist, and all of them shattered.

"Be careful!"

Ning Zhiyuan couldn't help but exclaimed, but soon, he found out that he was wrong.

Because Ye Xiao's figure was not affected by the thicker poisonous fog in the slightest, as stable as Mount Tai, and he was officially marching towards the tomb of the **** king.

The corner of Ning Zhiyuan's mouth couldn't help twitching violently.

Is it so perverted?

Does this guy want to be so perverted?

He's gone crazy.

Ling Shaoyu and Ning Zhiyuan were dumbfounded at the moment, with their mouths wide open, staring straight into the mausoleum.

He walked in like this?

The poisonous mist can't stop him!

Even the array can't stop him!

You know, this is the majestic tomb of the **** king!

This is not the home of some street rogue.

There are so many people from the Xuanyuan God Clan and the Hundred Clans Alliance, they were all forced to retreat, and the troublesome ones would die.

But it was as simple as Ye Xiao followed up in his backyard, everything seemed as simple as acting! It was unbelievable.

"Zhiyuan, is he really the sword fairy you mentioned? A strong man from the Xuanyuan God Clan? Maybe younger than us?"

Ning Zhiyuan smiled wryly:

"I can't quite believe it either~IndoMTL.com~ But if it wasn't him, why did he save us both?

Besides, when I asked him just now, although he didn't answer my question directly, you should have seen that he didn't deny my question either.

So, if my guess is right, it's probably him. "

"Are you sure that he is a member of our Xuanyuan God Clan? Why do I think that our Xuanyuan God Clan is not worthy of such a monstrous genius?"

Ning Zhiyuan smiled wryly again.

"You ask me, how do I know?"

At this moment, Ling Shaoyu couldn't help but said quietly:

"I feel like I'm starting to feel uncomfortable again, we two, let's run quickly."