The reason why the people of the Demon Cult only wait outside is very simple because that tomb is not an ordinary tomb.

If you rush in, you will inevitably suffer losses. It is better to wait until these people rush in and a fisherman will benefit. They have very good ideas and do have this strength, but human calculations are not as good as heavenly calculations. Everyone knows who released the sword energy in the sky. Those disciples of the Demon Sect in the Eighth and Ninth Level of the True Dao cannot escape the attack of the sword energy.

They would never have imagined that such a change would occur before they died!

Next, a terrifying scene appeared in front of everyone. As countless sword energy shot down, the entire space where the tomb was located was cut open by the sword energy and disappeared into the turbulent space. The empty black crack in the space told others what had existed here.

Everyone felt cold in their hearts, and soon they scattered in all directions, and soon they left.

"Huh!" Tianmo's voice suddenly appeared, "That old guy just now was so terrifying!"

"Where did you go just now!" Wuming asked.

"It's not that old guy yet. I've been discovered by him just now!" Tianmo said. "If he wanted to, I couldn't stop it!"

"I don't know what the reason was that he didn't attack me!" Tian Mo said with lingering fear. Although the thought did not attack Tian Mo, Tian Mo still did not dare to make any abnormal movements.

Until now, Tianmo dared to come out.

That thought was too terrifying. I don’t know what era it was left behind. It seemed to be used to suppress the things in the coffin. What was in the coffin actually needed such a terrifying thought to suppress it. Wuming vaguely felt that maybe it was not the Demonic Man-in-law but something else.

However, this time Wuming can be said to have gained a lot, and he alone occupied about one-third of these treasures!

He did not leave immediately but sat cross-legged on the ground and recited the sutra of saving people silently!

Rest in peace, seniors, you will definitely not be forgotten by future generations when fighting for the human race. I don’t have much to do for you. I just hope you can be reborn!

With Wuming's recitation, the Sacrifice Sutra turned into golden apertures one by one, spreading out one by one and falling on the resentment of the bone demon possessed, and the wailing resentment soul calmed down bit by bit.

Three days, Wuming sat at the bottom of the sea for three days and recited the Sutra of Saving People, saving the souls of these predecessors who once fought for the human race, so that they could enjoy rebirth without being driven by others after death.

He didn't know whether this world really existed in the legendary underworld, but when he saved these resentful souls, he did feel a great power in the dark to take away these resentful souls.

Maybe the rumored underworld really exists, it is the world of the dead. Wuming doesn’t know it, and he doesn’t want to know it now.

He found that he had read the Sutra of Saving People for three days, and had saved those resentful souls without any hesitation, and his heart seemed to have been baptized.

Since he came to this world, he has been constantly struggling and killing for survival, and his heart has been exhausted. After these three days of baptism, he has become more energetic.

After saving all the resentful souls, Wuming stood up. It was time to go back. Calculate the time that he had been out for ten days, and it was time to go back.

The footsteps under his feet turned into a stream of light and disappeared from the bottom of the sea.

The so-called lively thing before Qianji Island is that the four major forces of the great power are here to meet martial arts, and the martial arts are already halfway through. After this competition, I am afraid that Qianji Island will become famous as the entire great power.

On a ring, Hua Menghan knocked a core seed disciple of the royal family out of the stage with one move, and the referee next to him pronounced the verdict.

"This game, Yiyuan Sect, Hua Menghan won! Today's game ends here!"

A figure loomingly appeared on the platform stood up and said aloud: "Has Wuming been back yet? Three days have passed. Since he dared not come forward, I will not force him. As long as he kowtowed three times in front of the hall, he would admit defeat!"

Many disciples below were in a state of turmoil, especially when the disciples of Yiyuan Sect looked at the figure, they gritted their teeth. Wuming kowtowed three times, which was not only insulting him, but also insulting Yiyuan Sect.

"Fengkong!" Hua Menghan on the stage said at this time. "Your request is too unreasonable. You came without notifying anyone. How could Wuming know that you would come? It's too self-righteous to say that it's only three days for three days!"

The aura on Hua Menghan's body had already stepped into the true path. It was only a little while before he could fully step into the true path. The figure was Feng Kong, the commander of the Yulin Army.

The three-day period was set to allow Wuming to appear for a limited time, with no room for negotiation.

"Haha, I'm unreasonable. That Wuming humiliated my Yulin Army is a death sentence. You don't need your highness to take action at all, I can kill him!" Feng Kong laughed coldly, regardless of whether there were disciples of Yiyuan Sect here, he wanted to kill the domineering behavior that was exactly the same as the Yulin Army.

"Kill me? Give me a reason!" The sound of breaking through the air came from afar, and a figure landed from the sky to the arena standing next to Hua Menghan.

Seeing Hua Menghan, Wuming nodded slightly to show his gratitude to her for speaking for him.

Seeing Wuming appear Hua Menghan a little surprised but worried. Many people have heard of Feng Kong's terribleness, and no one dares to underestimate the commander of the Yulin Army.

"You are Wuming?" Two sharp eyes pierced, as if they were about to penetrate him.

"Very good, are you impatient to die?" Feng Kong said coldly, looking at Wuming as if he was looking at a dead person.

Wuming looked towards Feng Kong, wearing an ice-blue robe, a strong body, and a arrogant face, he was also a young hero. It is hard to imagine that such a peerless genius actually surrendered to the Eighth Prince, which is hard to believe.

"The Yulin Army is just like this. What's the difference between it and a slave!" Wuming said lightly, "I have heard of a dog-beating stick technique, and it's just right to teach you a lesson!"

"Boy is arrogant enough, I like it. Today I will crush you like a bed bug!" Feng Kong stared at Wuming coldly, with a domineering aura in his bones.

"I'll wait for you!" Wuming said coldly, "Come down!"

Wuming had a murderous intent in his heart. Feng Kong was originally an outstanding disciple in a small sect. Later, he was impressed by the Eighth Prince and followed the Eighth Prince and formed the Yulin Army with great strength.

"Boy, I want to use your blood to wash away your blasphemy against Your Highness!" Feng Kong flew straight down, and a violent aura swept over, "Die!"

Suddenly, countless people's eyes focused on these two people. After waiting for so many days, it finally came to this day. The show was finally about to take place.

The Yulin Army was humiliated by Wuming. With their domineering personality, how could they give up? But in the end, what they didn't expect would be Feng Kong, the leader of the Yulin Army.

The number one master under the Eighth Prince actually took action personally, which shows that he had made a determination to kill Wuming.

"I hope your strength is as powerful as you said!"

The disciples of Yiyuan Sect looked at Wuming expectantly. Now, no matter how they felt about him before, they hoped that he would win at this moment. Only in this battle can the disciples of Yiyuan Sect be proud.

The two of them were released freely. Hua Menghan, who was beside him, had already left the arena and went to the viewing zone to watch the battle.

"I didn't expect Wuming to be in no way bad at all. It seems that he will have another adventure after going out during this period!"

"Is this kid a chosen man? His cultivation level has soared to this point in a short period of time. In just over a year, he has become the best among the younger generation. It's really weird!"

Everyone was talking.

"If you have any last words, just say it!" Feng Kong stared at Wuming coldly and said.

"I should tell you this. Whether it is you or the eighth prince, you will regret choosing me as a stepping stone!" Wuming was so murderous that he wanted to kill him to establish his authority, just see if their swords were fast enough!

"Then I'll send you on the way!" Feng Kong let out a loud roar, and the long sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed. The endless sword light burst into dazzling light in the void. The air was shaking, and the murderous intent boiled in the air.

The terrifying sword light suddenly flew out in the void, turning into thousands of swords and tens of thousands of swords. In an instant, it slashed down and slid towards Wuming.

The sword energy is flying, this is the ocean of swords and the world of swords. Countless swords instantly formed a huge sword blade storm, sweeping over.

Anyone will shudder when facing the sword blade storm formed by countless swords.

Feng Kong used a killer move as soon as he came up, without any restraint. The sword light that devoured all things was extremely terrifying and swept everything.

Wuming was wearing a blue shirt, like a small boat in the sword storm, and could be submerged at any time.

He stood with his hands behind his back, and a huge dragon rose into the air and hovered around him.

The rain is not cloudy!

The Blade Storm arrived soon.

Panlong roared angrily, Wuming slapped out his palm with a mysterious trajectory, and Panlong's palm hit the storm formed by the sword blade.

Feng Kong moved, and the sword in his hand turned into a sword light, slashing through the void, and slashing through the sword blade storm towards Pan Long's phantom.

"Today I will kill the dragon and use your blood to wash away your sins!" Feng Kong shouted.

"If you want to kill the dragon, you can try it!" Wuming replied, and hurriedly formed a mysterious seal to resist the storm of the sword blade.

"Boom!" A terrible sword intent swept across the sky, and the sharp sword intent soared into the sky, slashing a way out in the sea of ​​swords. The sword energy that was delusionally blocked instantly disappeared.

"Ah, how is that possible? I'm afraid there aren't many warriors who have used swords for their whole lives!"

"Didn't Wuming use a knife? Why is his swordsmanship so powerful?"

The long sword dances out sword intents. There is no sword technique or sword technique. It is a law that can break all laws with one force. Every time the sword intent sweeps across, it can directly wipe out a sea of ​​swords.

This is the Netherdao Soul-Devouring Sword, a ghost-like sword.

At this moment, Wuming vaguely felt that Yao Xinghe had replaced the Soul-Devouring Sword of the Ming Dao to him, because the Soul-Devouring Sword of the Ming Dao to be extraordinary.

Although he heard from the Star General God, he still needs to unravel all of this.
Chapter completed!