Martial God Sovereign Chapter 1158: If you don’t advance, you will retreat

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Chapter 1158 If you don't advance, you will retreat

Entering the entrance of the tomb, there is a narrow and deep passage, exuding a faint smell of blood. Soon Han Yu reached the first checkpoint. Here you can see the traces of the explosion, and the walls are stained. The blood is still fresh.

This was the first time it was contaminated when an explosion occurred, because the deceased were masters of the Wuhuang realm, and every drop of their blood contained terrifying anger, so that it didn't freeze for a long time.

Han Yu didn't stop and moved on.

Behind him, there was a whistling sound of breaking through the air, and people from the Immeasurable Holy Land chased him. Their speed is obviously inferior to Han Yu.

When Han Yu reached the second level, the voice behind him had disappeared, and he was thrown farther away by Han Yu. The place was also dripping with blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

This is a place protected by beasts.

After passing the third level, the eyes suddenly open up.

The continuous majestic mountains and the blue sky are an independent space just like outside the tomb. The only difference is that there is no sun in the sky.

Although the dimensional space created by the saint is a relatively independent world, it is not a complete world. It also exists on the basis of external forces and cannot be independent into a new world.

"Tweet..."

A tweet goes up for nine days and moves down to Jiuyou. I saw a bird flying thousands of feet long from a mountain, wiping its wings across the top of a mountain, actually cutting off the tip of that mountain with ease.

"The Fourth Tier Demon King!"

Han Yu sighed. He didn't expect to enter the tomb of the saint when he encountered such a powerful monster.

Behind the monster beast, followed a strong young man with a cold gleaming knife in his hand, chasing the monster bird. That man is a master of Wuwang's five layers.

"This dimensional space has survived for more than ten thousand years, and a complete ecosystem has been formed inside. That monster should be the original monster here. When you come here, you not only have to compete with people, but also fight against the original monster. !"

Han Yu's blood boiled over for a while, and his fighting spirit was high.

Looking back at the long and narrow passage, the people of Immeasurable Holy Land have not caught up yet, Han Yu snorted coldly, and didn't bother to wait for them, slammed his feet on the ground, then rose up into the sky and flew into the tomb of the saint .

People from the ancient forces have been here for more than ten days, and Han Yu must speed up to catch up.

Han Yu went all the way through mountains and ridges, across thousands of miles of territory. Encountered many battlefields, people and people, monsters and people.

In this tomb of the saint, there is simply a huge treasure house. Between the mountains and plains, there are countless elixir, even a lot of big medicines.

Before a cave mansion, two groups of people were engaged in a terrifying battle. It turned out that there was a magical power inheritance in the cave mansion, which was a mysterious intermediate-level magical power.

Although the value of the mysterious intermediate-level magical powers is already very high, it does not have much temptation to Han Yu, and he did not participate in the battle.

"It is worthy of being the tomb of a saint, this place is simply a paradise for cultivation!"

Han Yu sighed, he stopped when he passed a swamp.

From under the swamp, a wild and savage demon aura was exuded. Underneath was a sixth-order demon king-level flood dragon, guarding an eighth-rank great medicine.

"Boom!"

The swamp exploded, and the dragon rushed out. It was ten thousand feet long, and its huge body could crush a mountain.

"Roar!" Jiaolong roared, staring at Han Yu fiercely.

It has lived in this saint’s tomb since it was born. It has never seen a human being, so naturally it doesn’t understand human language. It seems to be threatening Han Yu to let Han Yu leave.

"Give me the Eight-Rank Medicine, I can spare you not to die!" Han Yu said lightly.

The dragon roared, and it didn't understand Han Yu's words, but from Han Yu's expression, he could guess what Han Yu meant, and directly killed Han Yu.

Opened his mouth wide and bit Han Yu.

Han Yu easily avoided the Jiaolong's mouth and kicked its head. The Jiaolong screamed and smashed the mountain next to it. He got up and looked at Han Yu, with a look of fear in his eyes, and chose to escape.

Han Yu didn't chase him, and went down to the depths of the swamp, inside the cave house of the Dragon Dragon, and picked off the Eighth Stage Medicine. It is refined directly in the hand.

Han Yu has reached the peak of Wu Wang's sixth level at this time. The golden dragon will not resurrect, and will not break through if it absorbs too much spiritual energy. It will be swallowed by the black hole.

However, Han Yu doesn't care, anyway, the black hole will feed back, and it will be swallowed by the black hole.

Han Yu continued on the road, the ancient forces gradually increased, and the fighting became more fierce.

"Ah..."

A scream ran across the sky. A disciple of the ancient forces was torn in half by a blasting ape. This explosive ape has reached the level of the seventh-order demon king.

Whether it is passing by or the people around, they choose to watch with cold eyes.

Since stepping into the tomb of the saint, everyone has become a competitor, and no one will sympathize with others.

Han Yu avoided the Explosive Ape, a group of people met to kill him, and took a fancy to the Explosive Ape’s monster core.

The core of the monster beast of the seventh-order demon king, that is the ultimate treasure. Used for refining tools, the magic is endless.

A few days later, Han Yu killed a few monsters, and there were three other monsters with special blood. After the golden dragon swallowed its blood, it was getting closer and closer to the resurrection.

Han Yu was suddenly stopped by someone when he passed a cliff.

"This place has been occupied by our Promise Hall!" A strong and arrogant voice sounded, and a young man stepped in the void, blocking Han Yu's path.

Han Yu glanced over, there were nine people in total, eight men and one woman.

"Is he Pang Xuan?" Han Yu looked at the woman. This was a woman in her early twenties with a triple cultivation base of the King of Wu.

And the one who blocked Han Yu's path was a master of Wu Wang's five layers.

"Can Pang Xuan be here?" Han Yu asked.

The other party didn't recognize him. This is not a strange thing. There are hundreds of thousands of disciples in the Hall of Promise. Even if Han Yu and the Hall of Promise have enemies, not everyone knows Han Yu.

"What's the relationship between you and Pang Xuan?" The young man frowned. He naturally knew Pang Xuan.

The people under the cliff stopped what they were doing and looked back at Xiang Han Yu. One of the young people's expression became stiff for an instant and exclaimed: "Han Yu?"

This person is empty in his left sleeve, turned out to be a broken arm.

This person is Gong Shaohao.

"Brother Hao, is he the evil thief Han Yu?" A young man in the Wuji Hall was furious.

"Swish swish..."

Suddenly, everyone flew towards Han Yu, and quickly surrounded Han Yu, each glaring at him with murderous aura.

Han Yu glanced at Gong Shaohao and couldn't help but sneered.

Gong Shaohao was originally a genius cultivated in the Promise Hall, but in the Mahle Gobi, his arm was cut off by Han Yu, leaving irreparable wounds. After more than a year, he still stayed in the state of the sixth layer of the King of Wu. .

Cultivation is like riding a boat against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat.

Although Gong Shaohao's cultivation has been maintained, the others are advancing by leaps and bounds. The former geniuses have now become ordinary people.