Chapter 477 Hero's Tomb
After three months, Gan Ping has fought with Mo Lianfeng and others in Daxia for three consecutive months. This time, all the suzerains sent these elite disciples to Daxia. On the one hand, they wanted to use this group of powerful elite disciples to curb the footsteps of the demon clan, and on the other hand, they wanted to hone these disciples. Now the purpose of these sect leaders has finally been achieved. In this huge team, each disciple has long faded from the childishness of the past. The monks who have not experienced life and death do not know the cruelty of the struggle at all. For the past three months, this group of disciples have been fighting almost every day without stopping for a moment. Fortunately, under the leadership of Jian Seventeen and Mo Congfeng, they avoided those powerful and abnormal monsters. Although they did not stop for a moment, the casualties of the whole army were small.
As early as two months ago, a group of people were suddenly besieged by barbarian beasts. After several attacks and paying the price of several disciples, the group finally got out of the siege. However, it also found the conspiracy of the demon clan. The demon clan actually sent people to lay altars around Daxia, and even robbed the people of Daxia to sacrifice, intending to open the way to the demon world.
When Gan Ping and his party found the altar, nearly a million chivalrous people had been killed and sacrificed by these cruel demons. The mountains of corpses made Mo Lianfeng and Jian Seventeen, such strong-hearted masters, angry. At present, they joined hands to kill the demon masters guarding the altar, and Gan Ping and his party were even more Go back to this altar completely.
However, I don't know how many such altars there are in Daxia. Mo Congfeng and his party were told that they could act cheaply when they left Guiyuanzong. After all, these disciples are the hope of all immortals. Therefore, after discussing with Jian 17, Mo Yufeng decided not to go to the foggy king. After all, his own party It's still too thin. The national capital of Daxia is now the base camp of the alien demon clan. It's like killing this little person to die, so everyone swept around and destroyed these altars that planned to link to open the door of the alien world.
I don't know what the devil is doing. It has been more than three months since the outbreak of the demon gas. However, neither the monks in the Tianfu mainland nor the demons have much conflict, and the demons are even more comfortable in a corner and never show up. Gan Ping did not believe that the demon clan would be trapped for a long time because of a small unstable space-time crack. He thought that the demons he met that day could tear the space. This space crack that could penetrate a large amount of magic gas was obviously countless times larger than that. I didn't believe that these terrible demon clan would be difficult by this problem.
Conspiracy! There must be some conspiracy in it. This is the only explanation Gan Ping can think of, but what makes him strange is that the reinforcements who should have come from Zihua Fairy Mansion have been delayed, and there has been no news yet. In the past three months, the blood that Gan Ping has seen was beyond imagination. Later, not only he, but also others thought that Daxia was a subjugated country.
I just don't know where the contemporary King Xia has gone, and he hasn't even organized any resistance. It's really incredible. The demon clan doesn't understand. The immortals don't move, and the royal families of Daxia don't move. Only these poor people are the poor people who are raging all over the ground and suffering.
viciously twisted an eighth-order barbarian beast in front of him into a blood mist all over the sky. Gan Ping reached out and caught the beast crystal falling in the air. In the past three months, Gan Ping did not know how much such a beast crystal had harvested, but why did this damn barbarian beast kill more and more? The others also looked confused, and their whole body was like a machine. Looking at these people, Mo Jiefeng couldn't help sighing deeply. These disciples were too tired and obviously reached the end of the crossbow. For three consecutive months, they have been wandering on the edge of life and death. The cultivation of these disciples has been greatly improved, and they have only been trained a little, and they are all masters alone.
"Okay, let's rest in place for a while!" Mo Lianfeng pulled his hoarse voice and said that these damn demons and beasts actually scattered a lot of magic gas in the air, although he and others had precious light protection day and night, which were not eroded. But there is no half a mouthful of water to drink. Almost all the water sources in Daxia have been polluted, and this group of people have not entered for many days.
"What?" Mo Congfeng suddenly raised his head, and a purple sword charm flew from the sky. "It's a communication sword charm. Zihua Fairy Mansion finally has a move!" A young-looking disciple immediately shouted. No wonder he was so excited. Over the past few days, he has been used to the blood in his eyes. You are all watching the monks of the sect come to help fight and clean up the demonic atmosphere. After all, there are still too few people in your group. More than 400 people have invested in the vast territory of Daxia, and they can't even lift a splash. If the direction of the demon clan had not been ignored, this group of people would have been besieged and killed by barbarian beasts.
"There is such a thing..." Mo Congfeng, who held the sword charm, couldn't help taking a cold breath. When the sword was seventeen, he grabbed the sword charm and was stunned. "This demon clan is really cunning! No wonder these days are so quiet that they want to do such a business!" Sword Seventeen suddenly entered the true element, and the summoning sword charm from the empty-handed book was fully displayed in front of everyone.
"So that's it. They actually had the idea of the hero's grave!" These damn devils, if you don't show them some color, you won't know that the sky is thick!" Everyone couldn't help shouting and scolding.
Gan Ping also suddenly realized that the demon clan was thinking about this. At that time, the Buddha sect was the nemesis of the demon clan. Although the sect moved to the outer space, there were many magic weapons left behind. After all, monks in this world always think about others. These powerful Buddha treasures are the key to previous magical disasters.
I don't know what these Buddha practitioners have done on those Buddha treasures. Every time the demon disaster leaves, the Buddha treasures that originally recognized the Lord will fly away and gather in one place. This place is known as the Hero's Tomb. This hero tomb is located in the north of Daxia. Gaotang Yunmeng Daxia is located at the intersection of the four families in Tianling, where the martyrs who died in the previous magic disaster are buried, so it is called the hero tomb.
In the hero's tomb, I don't know which power has laid the forbidden method. In it, the true magic can't be used at all, and even the magic weapon is difficult to use. It is simply a forbidden place for immortals. And it is this hero tomb that erupts Buddha treasure every ten thousand years to resist the magic disaster once every ten thousand years. However, this magic disaster has been advanced by hundreds of years, and it is extremely abrupt, so this Buddha treasure has not appeared in the world.
However, these demons are calm, and they actually hit the idea of the hero's tomb. How can everyone not be surprised and angry? This hero tomb is the last line of defense in the Tianfu mainland. This demon clan even took away this last life-saving straw, so everyone's face changed!