Chapter 478 Hanging of Space

Hearing Zhao Tian's words, He Ting suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The purpose of coming here was the skills and secrets of the Wu Emperor. If Zhao Tian did not go down, their group would not be able to go down.

The road behind is very simple. With the powerful backing of Zhao Tian's realm of King Wu, there are no blind monsters coming to stop them. The stones in everyone's hearts also quietly fell down and are once again filled with treasures and relics. I hope that I can get some treasures by following Zhao Tian, and then my strength will also It has been greatly improved.

The journey of ten miles is only a momentary problem for everyone. Zhao Tian spent more than an hour to restore his aura and face the altar in the highest state. After all, this altar is a very taboo existence of the lizard king, and he has to be careful.

With the speed of progress, the surrounding environment is also slowly changing. Finally, what appears in front of everyone is an empty area with hundreds of feet in size. This seems to be a forbidden place for those banyan trees. No one dares to do anything, making this place like a wilderness in this dense forest. It looks very awkward.

"Look!" At this moment, He Ting's surprised voice came to everyone's ears.

With He Ting's eyes, she saw a huge virtual shadow in the center of this empty wilderness, like an ancient palace, with vicissitudes without losing its majesty, as if to show off its glorious historical record hundreds of years and thousands of years ago.

Seeing this huge virtual shadow, everyone's hearts were shocked again. The trip went through many difficulties, and even lost a lot of companions. Finally, it reached the final destination. The things left by the strong Wuhuang were definitely not ordinary. If it can be obtained, it will be in these Fujino countries alone in the future, absolutely Able to be a strong man.

Zhao Tian is no exception. His current strength is only stuck in the half-step king, which is enough to fight with the ordinary first-level martial king. If he breaks through to the realm of the king of martial arts, I believe that even the second-level martial king can be skillful. It seems that the holy lord in the imperial capital temple is only the realm of the third-level martial arts king.

Several people slowly stepped into this wilderness, and suddenly an ancient atmosphere of vicissitudes rushed towards them, making the surrounding air a little dry.

"Little guy, I didn't expect you to really come here, but now that you have come, it means that you have successfully passed the first three levels, so that you have the strength to get my inheritance and those sundries. I hope you don't break my skills here. Remember! Remember!"

As soon as the people stepped into this land, the old man's kind voice came from the void.

"I didn't expect that we would really have a chance to get the things left by the elder Wuhuang, but we must settle this account with the Fengyun Mercenary Regiment when we go out!" Chu Fei showed joy, but when he thought of the Fengyun Mercenary Regiment, his eyes became gloomy.

He Ting is naturally the happiest among them, but Meimu looked at Zhao Tian gratefully. She knew that if it hadn't been for the person in front of her, with their strength, she would have been killed by the Fengyun Mercenary Regiment as early as the second level.

Facing the former's eyes, Zhao Tian pretended not to see. He didn't have much time to sort out his children's personal affairs, improve his strength, and revenge was the first thing.

Several people walked with excitement and excitement, thinking about the virtual shadow of the altar not far away. Although the air was dry and hot, these were completely filtered by the unstoppable joy of everyone.

Although this wilderness seems small, it is also nearly ten miles in size. After half a column of incense, everyone saw the first statue. This is a statue of a general, three feet tall, riding a horse, a sword on his waist, and a cloak on his shoulder. It looks majestic, like a general.

Approaching, dozens of statues were found behind. Some of these statues were wearing armored stomach, some wearing Confucian shirts, and some had gorgeous gowns with noble faces. Their shapes were also different, either standing or riding horses, and even kneeling on their knees with respectful faces.

"What are these? Why are there so many statues?" Xiong Ba looked at these statues and asked Zhao Tian puzzledly.

Zhao Tian also shook his head. He didn't know much about this place, let alone these statues.

He Ting frowned slightly, and her beautiful eyes showed surprise: "Do you think these statues are all facing the same direction and their faces are full of respect, isn't they..."

"There is something on it that makes them feel awe!" Chu Fei looked along the voice, his face became excited and shouted.

Everyone also smiled, and the joy revealed between their eyebrows was impossible to hide anything. At this moment, an old man with a snow moon rose into the air and rushed up like a dead eagle.

"Be careful!"

The old man had just heard Zhao Tian's exclamation and didn't have time to react. Suddenly, a black light like thunder and lightning flashed in mid-air. Everyone could not see what was going on. They saw that the old man's body in mid-air seemed to be fixed. Then, his whole body suddenly exploded in the sky. , stirred up bursts of blood fog.

The next moment, everyone's face became gloomy. The old man's strength was not very high, but he also had the strength of a seven-level martial artist, which was moderate in the whole team. Unexpectedly, the black light killed him in an instant, which showed what the former's strength had reached.

At this moment, the old and dignified voice sounded in everyone's ears: "Forget to tell everyone that it is forbidden to vacate here. If your feet leave the ground, you will definitely be attacked by this space. Don't be impulsive. Even I have to be careful of the attack here!"

Hearing this, everyone was silent, but Xiong Ba didn't have so many restrictions and cursed, "This old man, he is playing with us. If you have this prohibition, you don't have to wait for the dead to say it!"

Zhao Tianxuan immediately shook his head, turned to look at Meng Xue with an unnatural face, and comforted him, "Snow commander, my condolences! This must be the skeleton of the strong Wuhuang.

Meng Xue looked at Zhao Tian gratefully, smiled faintly, and lost an elder. Although she was reluctant to give up, it was simply not worth mentioning compared with the things left by the strong man of the Wu Emperor. With these things, I believe that there will be more elders in the group: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, the value of Elder Wei's death, at least He found a way for us!"

Hearing this, even Zhao Tian couldn't help nodding and can afford to let it go. This is the real female hero. No wonder she can win the position of the Second Mercenary Regiment of Tenglong with her little girl.

Chu Fei held Meng Xue's shoulder as a sign of comfort. The latter smiled and hinted that he was fine.

With the first lesson, everyone did not dare to be careless, for them as mercenaries. General wealth coexists with danger, and the greater the wealth, the greater the danger.

Zhao Tian also took on the position of striker and did not dare to be careless. He opened up his perception and covered more than half of the altar.

At this time, the sky also slowly became gloomy, and a dark orange expanded in mid-air, and a dangerous breath was also quietly spreading.

"What's going on? There seems to be something in the air blocking us from moving forward!" Looking at the hundreds of steps in front of him, a weak old man behind Chu Fei said in a low voice.

Zhao Tian has felt it for a long time, but he could easily resolve these obstacles and didn't care about them. However, at this time, it seems that not only the old man, but also He Ting and several other people's faces were tight, and the bean-big sweat kept rolling down from his forehead.

According to reason, Xiong Ba's strength is not very strong, even at the end of the team, but because it has the momentum of the king, it also has a considerable resistance to these pressures, and these resistances can't be done for a while.

"The pressure of the strong man of the Wuhuang is so horrible. Even if he dies, there is still such a powerful aura pressure in the air. I'm afraid it's difficult to move forward if he is weaker than the eighth-level martial artist!"