"arrive!"

Without the need to wake up from the Zangtian Sword, Wu Liang felt it as soon as he entered the main acupoint range, and said with a serious look: "Old ghost, are you sure this guy is really dead?"

A faint but solemn pressure suppressed Wu Liang. If Wu Liang hadn't experienced a lot, he would have lost his face just now.

After glanced at the Zangtian Sword who was about to watch the show, Wu Liang mocked: "I hope someone was not suppressed and eaten by shit!"

The old Zangtian Sword's face turned red, but fortunately there was no light and there was no fear of being seen in the darkness.

Ignoring Wu Liang's joke, Zangtian Jian coughed dryly: "This guy is absolutely dead, and he can't die anymore, but this guy's strength was extraordinary during his lifetime, and he was only one step away from reaching the realm of the Martial Ancestor, so

The pressure will not disperse for a thousand years, and even the will of martial arts may not be destroyed."

Wu Liang didn't care about anything else, but said curiously: "Did he die in the battle of immortal martial arts thousands of years ago?"

The strong man at the peak of the Martial Saint is equivalent to the world-class master at the peak of the tribulation. Such a strong man died a thousand years ago, and he could not think of any other reason except for the fairy martial arts battle against Wu Liang.

However, the Zangtian Sword pondered for a moment, but said a sentence that surprised Wu Liang.

"No, he died of illness..."

"puff!"

The saliva sprayed Zangtian Jian's face. Although he didn't look at Zangtian Jian's face, Wu Liang also knew that the old guy must be sad and angry, and immediately smiled dryly: "Sorry, sorry, the joke that Zang Lao told is really too classic,

I couldn't help it."

"This is not... laughing... words!"

Zangtian Sword gritted his teeth and snorted, staring at Wu Liang angrily, "I never joke!"

"Hahaha..." Wu Liang covered his mouth and twitched. He laughed unsincerely: "I knew that Zang Lao liked to joke, and he was joking again."

"Wu Liang!"

The Zangtian Sword is really annoyed. What do you mean? I won’t joke if I come here, you are deliberately looking for trouble, right!

Wu Liang shrugged and muttered, "Who told you a joke? The strong man at the peak of the Martial Saint died of illness. Go out and ask, if anyone doesn't make a joke, I'll eat shit for you now!"

I heard what Wu Liang said was vulgar. The shame of Zangtian Sword and Jun were too lazy to explain, but it was still the same old saying. "If you believe it or not, you will lose it if you don't believe it!"

"Who doesn't believe it? Since ancient times, countless strong people have died of "illness". The era was in chaos. It was understandable that this Martial Saint died of illness."

Wu Liang was beating, but he was clear-headed. There are unlucky people who died of illness in any era. I didn’t see anyone who died of illness in one day as an emperor. What else is there to be surprised about?

As for the peak of the Martial Saint, it may not be inferior to the characters of the Martial Ancestor back then. Who cares if they get sick? Who will remember the unlucky name in a thousand years?

The two of them were silent for a moment. Even the Martial Saint could die of illness. What else could not happen in this world?

After a long time, the two of them suddenly lit up, and the original dark tomb suddenly became bright.

Although the original darkness could not stop the two of them from gaze, the light was shining at this moment, and the two of them could peek into the entire picture of the tomb.

At first glance, it was shocked!

It is not shocked by the luxury and luxury of the tomb, nor is it shocked by the mystery and power of the strong cemetery, but only with deep sorrow and emotion.

The huge tomb is empty. Except for the giant in the center of the tomb that seems to shine on the eternal world, this partitioned small world seems to have been forgotten by the whole world.

There are no countless treasures buried with you, and there are countless graceful beauties accompanying you. Only the golden body that has never been corrupt forever is still immortal, but the golden body is incomplete!

"Hehe, what a mortal death!"

Wu Liang sneered, his voice full of strangeness. This is the Martial Saint who died of illness, and this is the strongest man comparable to the Martial Ancestor!

Looking back at the time, this strong man was plotted by someone, seriously injured and fled, survived and was unwilling to die in the end. How sad!

This is the shame of the strong, this is the wailing of the strongest unwilling to die. After a long time, what else is left besides this incomplete golden body!

Wu Liang sneered, the Tibetan sword was silent, and the golden body was still there, but he could never return to the glorious years that were thousands of years ago.

"Why……"

After a long time, a sigh interrupted the silent atmosphere.

The sigh was not from Wu Liang and Zangtian Sword, but the two were not surprised at all. Zangtian Sword was full of bitterness and sighed lowly: "Senior, time has passed, why bother to fall in love with me?"

boom!

A shocking pressure came, oppressing the two of them. Wu Liang remained motionless and the body of Zangtian Sword shook.

"I'm dead, what's so unwilling to accept it!" Wu Liang snorted coldly, "I'm plotted against others and I don't know what I know. I deserve this result!"

"presumptuous!"

“Bold!”

"If you disobey your crime, you should be punished!"

...

The sound of the bells of the Great Lu shook the entire tomb, and Wu Liang was cold and said, "Pretending to be a god and a ghost, a wisp of residual soul dared to be arrogant and disperse quickly, otherwise the monster would not be ruthless!"

"Wu Liang..."

The Zangtian Sword wanted to speak but stopped. Wu Liang waved his hand and said coldly: "Respecting only respects the powerful, cowards and waste who have been plotted to death are not worthy of respecting! With this opportunity, he cannot overwhelm the present. The rare treasures of heaven and earth are so

Waste, Wu disdains!”

"Junior! You are seeking death!"

"Get out! Junior? What qualifications do you have to be a big shot and be arrogant? No wonder you die so unbearable!"

Wu Liang was not polite at all. He only had deep sorrow and sympathy for this supreme, but he could not feel a trace of admiration.

The ten thousand-year-old flame fruit was swallowed, and he had such strong resources at the beginning of the turmoil. He was not the one who finally ruled the world, and he died in obscurity, so he was not worthy of his respect!

"Damn it!"

The misty voice seemed a little furious, but Wu Liang frowned and said coldly: "Even a wisp of residual soul should not be so kind. It seems that time has wiped out your mind. This new mind is so naive. It seems that God also sees it.

But I see it!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

The void shook, and a big hand covering the sky fell. Wu Liang looked at the Zangtian Sword coldly and said dissatisfiedly: "Take it!"

"Wu Liang..."

The Zangtian Sword looked embarrassed, but Wu Liang sneered: "If Zang Lao can't bear it, the Fire Fruit Lord will be disrespectful!"

"Disillusion!"

Yuanhuan's hesitant Zangtian Sword was furious and raised his fist to kill him!

Boom!

The tomb was turbulent for a long time, and the hand of the Cangtian turned into nothingness in an instant. Zangtian Sword looked surprised, but Wu Liang had expected it and said lightly: "Just bluffing, this wisp of residual soul root is not left by the Martial Saint, but by the help of the treasure, it is not lucky.

Destruction, I guess it should be the divine nature of the Fire Divine Tree."

"This, why would there be such pressure!"

The pressure in the void was heavier. The Zangtian Sword breathed a little heavier, and he took a slight breath and said solemnly.

"Hmph! Even if this person dies, he should not desecrate the strongest corpse. I will give you a soul and lose your soul!" Although there was no direct answer, Wu Liang's words had already made the Zangtian Sword understand the whole story.

Thinking that he might be controlled by this person who is neither human nor ghost after his death, the Zangtian Sword suddenly felt sad and sad, and said angrily: "Dare to be like this. Should be punished!"

The two of them punched and clenched through the void in an instant!

Click!

It seemed as if something had been broken, and the originally empty tomb land instantly expanded more than ten times.

The next moment, what imprinted into the eyes of the two was a towering tree. The tree was fiery red, but there was no leaf. The one hanging on the tops was actually a wisp of flames.

Zangtian Jian and Wu Liang stopped at the same time, looked at the towering tree in the distance with greedily, swallowing their saliva. Wu Liang did not care about anything else. Instead, he glanced over the few hanging on the top of the tree.

The fiery red fruit murmured: "Flame Fruit!"

The Zangtian Sword couldn't stand the temptation. Gulu Gulu swallowed a few saliva and struggled, "Wu Liang, there seem to be nine. The old man is really hungry. Are you still young, let me one?"

"No, no, the old man in Tibetan should be stronger. Besides, it is not good to over-replenish. We young people should be able to supplement them. I want five to share the worries of the old man in Tibetan."

The two of them started to divide the spoils by talking to each other.

However, the residual soul controlled by the Fire God Tree was furious. A huge face suddenly rose on the top of the Fire God Tree, staring at Wu Liang and the others with huge eyes. The sound of the Hong Zhongzhi sounded and said furiously: "

Wait for the tyrant, trespass into the holy realm, and die!”

Wu Liang and Zangtian Jian looked at each other. At this moment, the two had a very tacit understanding, and they didn't even need to express themselves. The next moment they appeared under their big faces.

boom!

Click!

The giant face was broken, and a faint cry came from the end of the flame sacred tree.

A hint of hesitation appeared on the face of Zangtian Sword, but Wu Liang said indifferently: "Can you wait for a thousand years? You can't even care about it. You still need to care who can wait for me to collect the body in a thousand years?"

"Old ghost, think about the martial saint today. The golden body is immortal, but it is controlled by others. I am unwilling to die. I know if the next one is you and me!"

Wu Liang's words completely made the Zangtian Sword wake up. Indeed, he didn't even care about himself. He didn't even care about whether he would accidentally hurt the sacred tree and whether the inheritance of the sacred tree of flame would be cut off.
To be continued...