Astonishing wealth.

"Go on, I don't believe it can continue to emit hidden weapons endlessly? It will eventually run out of energy."

A master of the third level of transcendence from the Qingjiao Dynasty spoke. With a wave of his hand, three short knives flew towards the three stone gates at an astonishing speed, triggering countless strikes from hidden weapons, which was extremely terrifying.

A full quarter of an hour later, the floor of the stone chamber was covered with a layer of blue hidden weapons, exuding a cold aura. Everyone from the two dynasties fired weapons again. Behind the stone, hidden weapons no longer flew out of the countless hidden weapon exits, and everyone relaxed.

He sighed and started walking towards the stone room.

Fang Qing's heart moved, and with a wave of his hand, a chaotic sword essence swept across all directions, putting away countless hidden weapons, and came overwhelmingly towards him. These were made from yellow-grade low-grade metal. Although they were not spiritual weapons, they still possessed

The foundation of spiritual weapons is enough to make the Meteor Star Sword a feast for the eyes.

"Hillbilly! Ignorant!"

He Liuyun from the Qingjiao Dynasty looked sideways at Fang Qing, his eyes full of disdain. Fang Qing immediately put away many hidden weapons in return with contempt.

"Old guy! I'm willing to meddle in other people's business. If you have the ability, you can accept it."

Fang Qing immediately squinted at He Liuyun and said something ridiculous. He Liuyun snorted coldly and his face turned black. He is also a possessor of a special physique. What is the difference between him and a little hooligan?

Many masters were dumbfounded. This guy was quite interesting. Now that the matter had been revealed, everyone entered the stone chamber and began to walk towards the three stone doors.

For an instant, Fang Qing's hair stood on end, and he yelled "Run!", and then he kicked his feet on the ground. A terrifying force swept across all directions, shattering a piece of stone, and his body fell towards the outside of the tomb at a very fast speed.

Fly away.

At the same time, many masters desperately retreated. The entire stone chamber of the tomb was filled with terrifying power fluctuations. The hurricane roared and the stone chamber trembled.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Because, the mysterious formations in the void appeared in an instant, triggering many hidden weapon holes, the sound of breaking through the air was endless, and countless hidden weapons flew out again, with murderous intent rising into the sky.

"Ah!" "Ah! Damn it!" "Asshole!" "Son of a bitch!" "Pfft!"

The low-strength monk screamed in agony and was hit by a hidden weapon. The poison killed more than a dozen martial arts masters in an instant, which was extremely terrifying.

Fang Qing was outside the tomb, his eyes full of fear. He never expected that the owner of the tomb would be so insidious. He had made tricks on the concealed weapon's amplifier, delayed the launch time of the concealed weapon, and confused everyone present.

The two dynasties suffered heavy losses.

"Brother Qin, are you okay?"

Qiao Feng suddenly came to Fang Qing's side. This guy was not immune. His left hand seemed to have been soaked in ink. There was black blood flowing out of a blood hole. It was injured by a hidden weapon.

"I'm fine. Brother Qiao is injured? What a sinister 'old-timer'. Who on earth has such a scheming mind and has calculated to this extent."

Fang Qing waved his hand and took out a Xuanjie detoxification pill, which was also refined by Qianqiu Sect Lian Qianqiu. Under the nourishment of the blue heaven and earth energy in the bronze coffin, the efficacy of the medicine was not reduced but increased, and the effect was extremely

fear.

Qiao Feng took the detoxification pill and used his kung fu to force out a pool of black blood. His face gradually returned to color and was no longer pale. His eyes were full of fear and anger. He was able to escape from death this time only by relying on Fang.

Qing's phrase "Run quickly".

"You bastard! Damn you! I'm not done with you!"

He Liuyun of the Qingjiao Dynasty turned pale, and he stood outside trembling with cold sweat on his forehead, because one of his arms was swollen, and the black skin was vaguely exposed in the torn clothes, with black blood flowing out.

Quack! Fang Qing couldn't stop laughing strangely. He watched He Liuyun curse from a distance. This old guy didn't die in the stone room, which made Fang Qing very regretful.

He glanced at the members of the Ninth Team who had not yet entered the tomb, and sighed. There were some advantages to being low in strength. At least he could save his life for now.

As for some other masters of the Lingyun Dynasty, they were not so lucky. Seven or eight Yuxu realms died. Even Ling Pofeng's shoulders were covered with black blood. He was using his energy to force poison, and he might not be able to recover in a short time.

Among the masters who entered the stone chamber, only a few were able to survive. The others were more or less injured. Fang Qing thought and fell into the tomb in an instant.

Others were shocked. Did the young man not want to live? Soon, they heard the sound of metal colliding and the sound of hitting the stone wall. Many people ran towards the tomb quickly without caring about suppressing their injuries.

"Damn it! Where did this guy come from? Is he so poor that he is crazy? Poor guy! You are such a poor guy! Damn it!"

He Liuyun looked at the scene in front of him with a weird expression on his face. He cursed Fang Qing fiercely, making the others dumbfounded and feeling funny for that young man.

It turned out that Fang Qing disappeared into the stone chamber in an instant, and he once again put away many spiritual weapons, mortal weapons, and even the dead man's low-grade storage spirit ring.
Chapter completed!