The Nine Arts of Heavenly Pills were running quickly, and above the Tiandan, nine spiritual pills were spinning rapidly, devouring the meteorite outside the sky. Yes, even the meteorite outside the sky that could not be broken, Wei Jiu had the confidence to swallow it, because the Nine Arts of Heavenly Pills he practiced were so domineering.

Wei Jiu's mouth slightly raised, and together with Wu Tianlang, he entered the state of cultivation.

Time passed by minute by minute. A powerful light began to derive from the meteorites outside the sky, and was swallowed by nine heavenly pills bit by bit. The power of Wei Jiu and Wu Tianlang was also rapidly increasing, and the growth rate was unprecedented.

......

On the other side, a decisive battle was also breaking out at this time.

The leader was naturally Taki Zhiwei and the war god of war. The one who was fighting with them was Han Silang, who had been seriously injured.

Yes, when Meng Meng was defeated, Han Silang stood up decisively. Even though he had been severely injured, what could it be? With his current strength, he did not lose any slightest against the strong men on both sides. Han Silang, who had full firepower, was enough to shock Wei Jiu. What can the War Lord and Taki Zhiwei do to him?

At some point, a long sword appeared on his palm, with a powerful sword energy.

With a pinch of his palms, the long sword also rotated, and rushed towards a giant dragon with the help of the rotation force.

"Destroy! Go and die!"

A cold voice came from Han Silang's mouth, and the sword had an unstoppable force, directly shattering the attacks around. With a puff, the sword stabbed the giant dragon and successfully broke through the hard skin of the dragon.

Accompanied by a wailing cry, the dragon's body fell down and there was no more life breath.

A strange light flashed in Han Silang's eyes, seventy-six-point joy and threety-tieth-point fatigue. This seemingly ordinary attack actually consumed 70% of his cultivation. If it weren't for the extremely fast recovery, he would be afraid that he would fall to the ground in the next second.

Destroy, this is one of Han Silang's proud moves, and what he is good at in his life is actually just five moves.

"You...you deserve to die!" Taki Zhiwei said tremblingly.

He was very angry, really angry that his tribe members died in front of him like this.

This does not mean how much he is related to the life and death of these giant dragons, but on the other hand, Han Silang's actions did not take him seriously. What's more, he is not the only one present. If this matter is spread, where should he put his face?

On the other hand, the clone of the War God of War was indeed much happier. For him, Taki Zhiwei and Han Shiro were both enemies.

Seeing the two enemies fighting once and fighting so fiercely, how could he not be happy? Although he and Taki Zhiwei are now fighting against Han Silang, in fact, once Han Silang and Meng Meng die, I am afraid Taki Zhiwei will cause trouble for him as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, the clone of the War Lord God of War did sneer in his heart. This time, he was really waiting for Taki Zhiwei to come and cause trouble for him.

The few giant dragons present were already very difficult to form those powerful formations. As long as they continued like this, he could even predict that even if Taki Zhiwei came to cause trouble again, he would not be afraid at all.

In other words, he was looking forward to Taki Zhiwei coming to cause trouble for him.

The dragon clan is full of treasures. If he can eat dragon meat and bathe in a wave of dragon blood, it must be a great blessing in the world, right? He couldn't help but plan in his heart. The battle behind seemed to have to maintain his strength as much as possible.

The reason why the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind is that the war god understands, but how can Taki Zhiwei not understand?

But when his tribe was killed, he lost all his face. How could he keep calm? So at this moment, he didn't think about what the War Lord was thinking. There was only one idea in his heart, that was, to kill Han Silang and kill everyone in front of him.

Thinking of this, Taki Zhiwei's huge body directly hit Han Silang, and another fierce impact was caused.

There was a hint of coldness in Han Silang's eyes. Even though there was no good piece of meat on his body, he still did not give up.

It’s not that he is unwilling to give up, but that he cannot give up. Meng Meng’s situation is still unknown, and he cannot fall down. Death is not scary. After all, endless life is also a kind of torture. But he will never allow it. Fairies like Meng Meng Meng will also fall in this place.

His purpose is very pure, and it is probably because of this pure thought that he can fight for a long time with his own strength.

The sword was raised again, and the red lips were opened lightly. Han Silang whispered, "Burial!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the long sword suddenly breaking through the air and entering the sky. A few cold light directly reflected to a height thousands of miles away, rushing to an altitude that the naked eye could not reach.

These cold lights were like a signal. Following these cold lights, countless black shadows fell from the sky. They were extremely fast and powerful. Seeing that a giant dragon could not dodge, they were directly smashed into meat pie by the black shadow.

Taki Zhiwei's eyes seemed to be spewing out of fire, and he was very angry.

But it has to be said that Han Silang's attack was indeed somewhat unexpected. The black shadows falling from the sky were not other objects, but countless huge tombstones, and the ones that reflected the light were the talismans carved in Sanskrit above.

It is probably because of the existence of these talismans that these tombstones have weights that should not belong to them. It is also because of the existence of these Sanskrit words that the speed of the tombstone falling from the sky has increased so terrifyingly.

When Taki Zhiwei was angry, he became a little angry and rushed up and smashed towards a tombstone.

The sharp dragon claws hit the tombstone, but they saw that they directly cut a crack into the tombstone. In an instant, the tombstone was directly destroyed and turned into nothingness.

"This is..." Taki Zhiwei murmured in a low voice. A trace of joy flashed in his eyes, and then he seemed to have figured out something, and he quickly shouted, "These tombstones are not hard, and everyone can easily break them when they attack together!"

Taki Zhiwei hit Han Silang's heart, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This opponent was a little too powerful.

Although these tombstones are powerful, they are just tombstones after all. Sanskrit only changed his power, but their origin is still the tombstone itself. Not to mention the sharp claws of the dragon clan, even ordinary weapons can be broken.

This is not to say how weak the tombstone is, but there is a complex relationship in the middle.

If you use a tombstone to attack, no matter how strong the opponent is, you will be defeated directly. But if the opponent actively attacks the tombstone, even if the attack intensity is very small, I am afraid that the tombstone may not be able to resist it.

This is a contradictory theory. If you really want to talk about it, it is similar to Newtonian fluid, only based on dialectical unity

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On the other side, Burning Mountain

Wei Jiu nodded, the feeling of oppression on her body weakened a lot, and shouted coldly, "Say!"

"It's the God's Punishment Forest... I remember what they said at the beginning was the center of the God's Punishment Forest! There was an unusual swelling of breath, which you should easily notice, and there should be a channel connecting the elves underground!" Wu Wen said truthfully, word by word.

Wei Jiu nodded and whispered, "I understand... it's time for you to leave!"

As he said that, he waved his palm and a transparent aura enveloped Wu Wen. Wei Jiu once again stopped the time. He pushed his palm and threw the Wu Wen back into the room. After locking the door, countless mysterious formations were still covered with them.

With Wei Jiu's current strength, it is impossible for the outside world to open the formation he set up. And it is impossible to break through the formation inside. After all, no matter how much he practices, it is afraid it will be difficult for him to cultivate to the peak of the true immortal.

After doing everything, time stopped and lifted. Wei Jiu no longer hesitated, and he made a mistake and disappeared from the spot.

The Forest of Divine Punishment, since Wei Jiu ascended the throne of the Holy Emperor, this forest has gradually faded its mysterious veil. Now that the Yongsheng Cemetery is built, the soldiers and horses of the Holy Imperial City are always stationed here, so it is much more lively than before.

This time Wei Jiu did not hide his whereabouts. As soon as he appeared, there was a kneeling around the Yongsheng Cemetery.

Wei Jiu didn't stop, nodded, and walked straight to the inside. After listening to Wuwen's words, he suddenly realized and gradually realized where the hiding place of the elves that he had been looking for was.

Yes, a place I have overlooked has always been in front of him, but he just didn't pay attention to it.

The center of Yongsheng Cemetery is the center of the Divine Punishment Forest. The one buried there is a crystal coffin, which is where Murong Ying is. Wei Jiu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and his whole mind was emitted. Sure enough, the breath that filled the surroundings was indeed a bit strange.

When Murong Ying was buried, Wei Jiu also felt that this place was a bit unusual, but it was just better to treat it as ordinary Feng Shui, so he didn't think so much about it.

Now it seems that the Feng Shui here is indeed not very good. I guess even the elves that were originally discovered. So what Wu Wen eavesdropped should be the elves, and he is planning to create a space here that belongs to them.

Just like the underground world discovered by the dwarves, just like the dwarves city they built, this space is another space that exists in the midst of the prehistoric continent.

Wei Jiu looked at the ground, and the crystal coffin was lying quietly there. Do he need to smash the ground? The corner of his mouth slightly raised. At this point, after all the situation was in a straight line, he could fully understand it.

The curve of the corners of his mouth became more and more proud. It seemed that his guess was not wrong. There was indeed another mystery above.

"Time is still!"
Chapter completed!