Lit The Supreme Being

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From the clothes of the corpses, it can be seen that more than 80 of them are disciples of the Saint Soul of Huangfu Shengzong, and more than 50 are disciples of Fumai.

The remaining hundreds of corpses were disciples of Eternal Immortal Sect and Shenhun Immortal Palace!

At this moment, two spirit boats rowed over the swamp, chasing one after another, galloping towards the abyss of the buried god.

On the back of the spirit boat, a burly and eternal disciple of the Immortal Sect: Cui Fan, looking at the spirit boat that fled hundreds of miles in front, said with a grinning smile:

"You Huangfu Shengzong's mourning dogs can't escape! If you catch it with your hands, Cui Mou said that if you do it, you can keep all of your corpses, otherwise, if I catch them, all the corpses will be broken!"

Behind Cui Fan, more than 400 disciples of the Eternal Immortal Sect all echoed and shouted: "Hahahaha, look at you group of miserable ants, it's so pitiful!"

"Don't stop the spirit boat quickly, otherwise, let us catch it. The man will cramp and the woman will die by rape!"

"..."

On the spirit boat that fled in front of them, there stood thirty scarred disciples of Huangfu Shengzong.

Among them were 19 male and female disciples headed by Ke Xinyi; the other were 11 Fumai disciples headed by Huangfu Tingfeng.

At this moment, Ke Xinyi's breath was disordered and her face was pale, with a wisp of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth. There was a shocking wound on her chest, which was obviously pierced by a sword!

Listening to the wind next to her, Huangfu's body was covered with dozens of deep bone scars, and his expression was ugly!

The Ermai disciple behind the two of them was even more terrible. They looked at them with panic and anxiety. Looking at Huangfu Listening to Feng and Ke Xinyi, they asked in a low voice:

"Brother Huangfu, what shall we do?"

"Brother Huangfu, will we die..."

"Sister Ke, where are we going now!"

"..."

Hearing this, Huangfu looked back at the wind and glanced at everyone, "Quiet!"

Afterwards, Huangfu heard the wind stepping forward to help Ke Xinyi, his eyes worried: "You are very hurt, sit down and rest for a while."

"Yeah..." Ke Xinyi's lips lightly opened, a puff of blood poured out, and there was a deep despair in her beautiful eyes, and she intermittently said: "Brother Huangfu, I...I'm afraid I won't work."

"Senior Sister Ke!" The disciples of the Saint Soul line looked sad.

"Don't think about it, you'll be fine." Huangfu listened to the wind and helped Ke Xinyi to sit on the spirit boat, and said softly: "You can heal your wounds. I will take care of the rest."

Ke Xinyi raised her head tremblingly, staring at Huangfu listening to the wind, her voice weakly said: "Brother Huangfu, I have 110 people in my holy soul, and these are the only ones who survive now. If I die, I hope you can help. They, let them live out of the eternal land, can, can... can you?"

Hearing the wind, Huangfu sighed and nodded heavily, "Okay, I promise you!"

"Thanks...thank you." Ke Xinyi said, relying on the spirit boat, looking at the sky, a line of tears slipped off her pale face, and muttered to herself: "Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The mission is not completed by the disciples."

"You asked Tuer to find a way to kill Tan Yun, Mu Mengbao, and Xue Ziyan, but Tuer has not found them until now."

"You still let the disciple protect the disciples, the holy soul tried the disciples, but... but so many people died..."

Ke Xinyi's unwilling voice, Huangfu heard the wind in his ears. He frowned and didn't say anything. Instead, he looked back, looked at 28 people, and said desperately: "The most dangerous place is the safest place. Now I propose to go to the Abyss of Burial God!"

"Brother Huangfu, we all listen to you!" 28 people said in unison.

Behind him, Cui Fan on the Lingzhou sneered, "An hour ago, I got the Young Master's order to go to the Abyss of the Burial of the Gods to check the cause of death of Senior Brother Qingyang and others. Abyss, ha ha ha ha, just what I want!"

...

At the same time, in the northeast of the entrance to the God Burying Abyss, among the mountains a million miles away, thick and huge sword lights, accompanied by endless rants:

"A group of uninfluenced people want to kill Ben Zhenzhen! His grandma must force Lao Tzu to use a chopper and kill me!"

"Boom!"

"Boom boom!"

"what!"

"Spare..."

The gravel splashed, the trees broke in pieces, and the ten disciples of the Eternal Immortal Sect were bombarded by the sword light into ten blood mists amid the screams and begging for mercy!

In the shattered mountains, the strongest in the inner door of Fenglei's line: Tucao Jun Lu Ren, majestic holding a kitchen knife, slaughter the enemy to death!

In this trial of the Eternal Land, there are only fifty people in the Fenglei Line. Before entering the Eternal Land, Lu Ren planned a meeting place and led 49 Fenglei Disciples towards the Abyss of the Burial God.

Strangely speaking, Lu Ren may have luck against the sky. He took forty-nine disciples all the way, except that when passing through a swamp, only one was eaten alive by the monsters lurking in the swamp, and it lasted nearly three times here. During the month, Leng did not encounter an enemy.

Just a moment ago, I met ten disciples of the Eternal Immortal Sect, who were also killed by him holding a high-grade treasure weapon of thunder attribute kitchen knife.

"Senior Brother Lu is mighty!"

"Senior Brother Lu, you are simply a man who is a man who is not a good man!"

"That's right, our senior brother Lu is too powerful. He wiped out the enemy at three or eight o'clock!"

"..."

The disciples’ worship of flattery echoed in his ears. Lu Ren was holding a kitchen knife, pointing at the disciples, and cursing: “You’re amazing, your uncle! I’m so amazing, why didn’t he even make it into the top eight of the Wolong ranking?”

"Please be flattering, can you not be too fake? Didn't you see that the ten people just now were not popular?"

"Hehehehe, but you can compliment me on something else, such as Yushu Linfeng! You can have extraordinary objects or anything."

Hearing this, all the disciples were shocked, and their faces were dumbfounded.

At this moment, suddenly, a dark laughter rolled like thunder, falling from the sky, "Dead fat man, since you said that the ten people who killed us are not in the stream, do you comment on my influx?"

"Death landscape, kill me!"

"Om!"

Suddenly, in the sky trembling, a scroll shot down from the hands of an eternal immortal young disciple in the sky. Suddenly, the scroll opened, like a picture of mountains and rivers!

The moment this scroll was opened, black light was overflowing, and a black mountain peak as high as ten meters above it, as if it had come to life, broke away from the scroll, and suddenly became a mountain as high as thousands of meters!

"Buzzing—"

In the black mountain, the endless and vast force of death surging out, with a cracked void, in the dense cracks in the space, the forty-nine people such as Lu Ren in the mountains suddenly suppressed!