Forgotten Immortal Emperor Zun

Chapter 300 The setting sun is like blood
Wang Jian said that he would let Yuanye enter the sacred tomb, but Yuanye dared to bet that even if he handed over the Tianyuan fruit, he would not let him in.

Tianyuan fruit is precious, but if it is in the hands of Lubeizong, with their strength, even if the whole continent knows about it, they will be able to keep it, but it will bring some troubles.

Furthermore, the benefits he obtained from the sacred tomb are not limited to the Tianyuan fruit. This old guy has lived in this continent for so long, so it is impossible for him not to know his own value. Saying this now is nothing more than delaying time.

Yuan Ye believed that the disciple who brought him in did not follow up, so he should have gone to inform him by now.

"In the land of the sacred tomb, I am afraid that you will attack other people, but now I am alone, are you sure you can escape from me alive today?"

Yuan Ye didn't talk nonsense, since he was destined to fight here today, why should he be timid, I believe these people would not and would not dare to attack Jin'er and the others rashly, otherwise these people would not have brought themselves here alone.

"Hmph, boy, it was your luck to be in the sacred tomb that day. The old man was in there for many years and lacked spiritual power, so it was so unbearable at that time. Now after this period of cultivation, you are like an ant in front of the old man." Existence, foundation building is also graded."

"In that case, let's fight."

After Yuan Ye's words fell, a pitch-black spear appeared in Yuan Ye's hand, and he perched in front of him without hesitation. The tip of the spear rested on the ground behind him, drawing a deep mark.

Every time Yuan Ye took a step, his aura rose by one point. The coercion of the strong foundation builder made the nine-star monks behind Wang Jian feel pressured to be out of breath.

"Since you are looking for death, I will help you. When you die, all your things will belong to this old man."

Wang Jian also felt that Yuan Ye's aura was not weaker than his own, but he didn't believe that Yuan Ye could really beat him, an old foundation cultivator, not to mention that there were several nine-star monks around him.

But he didn't know that Yuan Ye's real cultivation had reached the late stage of foundation establishment. Wang Jian could not have imagined how advanced his cultivation had been during the two years on the third floor of the sacred tomb.

"kill."

After the distance between Yuan Ye and the others was only tens of meters, the nine-star cultivator behind Wang Jian finally couldn't bear the pressure Yuan Ye's cultivation brought to them, and rushed towards Yuan Ye with a roar.

Looking at the few people coming up, Yuan Ye smiled. With the spear in hand, Fengleibu stepped out suddenly. Like a giant dragon, the spear stabbed straight at the person who rushed up first.

The spear was so powerful that it would be difficult for thousands of people to stand up to the shocking momentum, coupled with his own body skills, he pierced straight into the opponent's chest when the first person had no reaction, and the moment a bloody arrow was released from the handle of the spear , couldn't bear the resistance of the physical body anymore, and sprayed out.

The speed of the strong foundation builder was so terrifying that it made the other nine-star powerhouses gasp. However, the nine-star monks also had arrogance from the monks themselves.

Disregarding their fellow disciples who had already lost their lives, they stabbed Yuan Ye with a long sword from behind. It turned out that Yuan Ye's shot just now had almost passed through the attack of the few people just now.

Yuan Ye smiled at the corner of his mouth, and the moment he pulled out the spear, he swept towards them without hesitation, because they were inch long and inch strong, facing Yuan Ye's random shot, they retreated again and again.

Sui seemed to be waving it randomly, but he was intentional. Seeing a few people retreating, Yuan Ye flew up to follow without hesitation, and threw the spear quickly over the heads of the several people.

Seeing Yuan Ye's support, Wang Jian, who was watching the battle, was overjoyed, but he didn't care about face. A willow leaf machete appeared in his hand, which was his famous magic weapon in his early years.

The moment the scimitar appeared, a happy smile appeared on the corner of Wang Jian's mouth. A young man is still a young man, and how can he compare his battle experience with that of an older generation like him.

Even though Yuan Ye had already flown to catch the spear, he was sure to kill Yuan Ye the moment he landed.

Compared with Wang Jian's self-confidence, the rest of the nine-star monks actually felt the power of Yuan Ye pressing on them. The nine-star powerhouse was already close to the peak of martial arts in this continent, and they could feel the power of Yuan Ye's blow. , I am afraid that no one will be spared.

But there are only dead monks standing, how can there be nine-star monks who run away? The dignity of nine-star monks makes them subconsciously stimulate the spiritual power in their bodies, raise the magic weapon sword in their hands, and want to rely on the joint efforts of several people to kill the yuan under the crotch. Ye's blow.

"bump……"

Yuan Ye's spear fell and slapped one person's head fiercely. The man did not bring any resistance to the spear, and was directly shot into a blood mist by the spear, and the spear suddenly hit the ground.

A powerful shock wave, like the aura brought out by an atomic bomb explosion, spread to the surroundings in a small area. For a while, the ground was cracked inch by inch, and the sky was full of sand and gravel. The entire site was shrouded in thick smoke.

After a few breaths, the sand and dust gradually dissipated, and a huge pit with a radius of tens of feet could be vaguely seen in the field. A young man was holding a long spear floating above the huge pit, and there was an old man in front of him, Holding a broken scimitar, a bloodstain spilled from his mouth.

However, there was no nine-star powerhouse in the pit, only bloodstains scattered on the sand, which proved that someone had appeared here.

'The setting sun is like blood' is so terrifying.

(End of this chapter)