Zhao Wanwan's eyes were gloomy. Looking at Qing Ling, the air around her paused, with a strong murderous intent.

"I'm not you." Qing Ling said lightly, looking at Zhao Wanwan, with long khaki-colored dragons wrapped around her arms, she then raised her head, and the aura around her paused, and said: "We should also

It’s a matter of victory.”

"Send me in, and I'll kill that kid." Zhao Wanwan did not return to Qing Ling's words, but looked at Qing Ling, then turned to look at the burial ground, "Or you told me, he was in the burial ground.

It just depends on which direction the ground is, Qing Ling, I know that your momentum is the same as mine."

"Zhao Wanwan, according to our agreement, we have to start fighting now to decide the outcome. After all, there is only one weapon spirit destined to be." Qing Ling raised her head, the coldness in her expression became more and more serious, and looked at Zhao Wanwan,

The murderous intent throughout his body was constantly rippling, entangled Zhao Wanwan in it.

Zhao Wanwan's fingers trembled. She knew that she was no match for Qing Ling.

"Haha, Qing Ling, haven't you ever thought that one day, you can be free and not become anyone's decoration?" Zhao Wanwan turned her back to Qing Ling, paused for a while, then turned around with a smile and looked

He looked at Qing Ling and said with a smile, "You know, we have been making weapon spirits for many years. Over the years, we have been making weapon spirits for others. If we can kill them, we can be ourselves openly.

Woolen cloth?"

Zhao Wanwan's eyes sparkled with starlight, and thousands of brilliance gathered on her body in that moment. Her pale face was flushed with a faint blush. She looked at Qing Ling and her voice became heavier and heavier, "We can get rid of the burial ground.

You can look at this beautiful scenery of rivers and mountains, you can cultivate, you can ascend, you can return to the upper world, you can..."

"That's enough!" Before Zhao Wanwan could finish her words, she was directly interrupted by Qing Ling. Qing Ling looked at Zhao Wanwan, shook her head and said, "You think too much."

As he said that, Qing Ling sat there cross-legged, but his whole body was filled with aura, and his whole mind became quiet. He closed his eyes, as if everything around him no longer existed.

"Hehe, she is such a stubborn woman!" Seeing Qing Ling's appearance, Zhao Wanwan's expression instantly relaxed, and her face also looked a bit relieved.

Obviously, Qing Ling has already acquiesced to all this.

Zhao Wanwan's eyes paused on Qing Ling's body, and then her whole body disappeared into the yellow sand.

"It is destined to leave only one weapon spirit." Qing Ling opened her eyes and looked at the direction where Zhao Wanwan disappeared. An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, then she closed her eyes again and sat there cross-legged.

, above her head, a spindle-shaped shape loomed.

In the burial ground.

Lin Feng was slowly walking forward. He was on guard all the way and looked around nervously, but the surroundings were quiet and he didn't notice anything at all.

Such silence made Lin Feng's expression a bit more serious, and a bad premonition occupied his mind.

This is the burial ground. Lin Feng believes that the place where the bones are buried can never be so quiet and safe.

Thinking like this, even though he didn't find anything along the way, Lin Feng was still cautiously on guard, holding the white feather sword tightly, the sword field spread out under his feet, and he speeded up a little and walked forward.

Suddenly, Lin Feng stopped.

Although there are no signs in the yellow sand, Lin Feng still remembers some special terrains. The seven hills here are clearly the place where he and Old Man Huang and his group walked before!

This is truly a burial ground!

Moreover, it is still the general’s territory!

No wonder this area is so quiet.

Lin Feng sped up and headed to the west. If he remembered correctly, from the west, he could enter the White Maple City. From the White Maple City, he could go north, directly to the Houtu Gate, and enter the Bone Burial Ground again.

Lin Feng sped up and moved forward, with a bit of surprise in his expression.

"Boom!" At this moment, Lin Feng's feet began to move continuously. Lin Feng stood still and frowned as he looked ahead. The yellow sand in front of him was rolling in, like a huge boulder, occupying the entire area.

A powerful momentum rushed towards Lin Feng, and all the hairs on Lin Feng's hair stood on end.

"Go!" Seeing this scene, Lin Feng shouted low. The potential energy stance and the sword field were launched at the same time. Lin Feng had no intention of retreating, but directly faced him.

"Bang!" The two of them were thinking, and made a huge 'bang' sound. Lin Feng's body moved back completely, looking ahead, and spat out a mouthful of blood. At this time, the huge yellow sand ball also started to

It split open, and yellow sand shot out in both directions.

"Kill!" Lin Feng stepped forward again and thrust his white feather sword into the crack.

"Seeking death!" A deep voice came out from the yellow sand, and then, a huge force came out from inside, and faced the white feather sword. Lin Feng stepped back in half and looked inside.

They all picked it up and wiped away the blood from the corners of their mouths, their faces were gloomy.

This thing came unexpectedly, but Lin Feng was not someone to be trifled with.

The white feather sword fell into Lin Feng's hand. Lin Feng watched the yellow sand disappear little by little. Then, a big man wearing black clothes appeared in front of Lin Feng.

He had a dark complexion and held a weapon like a steel fork in his hand. He stepped on the yellow sand with his bare feet and looked at Lin Feng with red eyes. Murderous aura lingered around him and he might swallow Lin Feng whole at any time.

Seeing the appearance of the person in front of him, Lin Feng paused.

"May I ask who you are?" Lin Feng raised his fists and looked at the general, "I'm just passing by and have no intention of disturbing you."

Lin Feng looked at the man in front of him. Although he didn't know the man in front of him, the man in front of him had perfect cultivation in the middle of the Mahayana period and was not fake at all, and...

Lin Feng looked up and down at the general. The guy in front of him was clearly a powerful man. He was much stronger than those who only practiced every day.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes became a little more serious. Obviously, dealing with the guy in front of him was not an easy task. If he could avoid causing trouble, then it was best not to cause it.

Seemingly superior, Lin Feng once again handed over to General Xiong and said: "This warrior, I'm just passing by. If I mean to disturb you, I apologize here, but I still have important things to deal with, so I'd like to apologize."

Please be accommodating to me."

Lin Feng frowned slightly and said loudly, with a bit of majesty.

If the other party disagrees, Lin Feng is not Liu Adou and will not give in!
Chapter completed!