Chapter 1916: Lingwudongtian

And the hands behind the scenes are obvious.
Inheritance of the five parties can not escape the relationship.
The Demon Race is even more likely to be the mastermind.
And everything, Qin Chen has to face.
Leaving Lingyue Di Gong, along the way, Jian Bo, Jin Zhe, and Yan Ruhua were all in a low mood.
Tang Ming's death was a great blow to them.
There are very few disciples of the Holy Beast Sect. In addition to Wen Xianzhi, there are a total of eight people. Therefore, the eight people have excellent feelings. Like a family, they seem to be noisy and noisy, but the more so, the deeper the feelings.
Qi Feiyun, Qi Zhiyu, Qi Hao and others also left with Qin Chen and his party.
Above the grassland, you can see it endlessly.
Yun Shuang'er looked at Qin Chen and whispered: "The Eight Swords ...
Qin Chen said at the moment: "Rainbow Holy Sword and Eight Wasted Holy Sword. Earlier, it was used by Weiyang Saint Emperor and Rainbow Saint Emperor. You and Ziqing were slowly nurtured. Now it is not suitable for this sword, otherwise even if you are The realm of Little Saint King may also be repulsed by the Eight Sage Saint Swords. "
When the words fell, Qin Chen looked at Shi Gandang and Yang Qingyun, also saying: "Dark Blood Shield is built with dark blood stones as the core. You can use the stone very well, Jinglong Sword, Qingyun. Otherwise, there will be backlash. "
Several people nodded at the moment.
"Master ..."
Yang Qingyun looked to the other side. Jian Bo, Jin Zhe, and Yan Ruhua were all in a low mood and their eyes were red and swollen. They said, "What are you going to do?"
Hearing this, Qin Chen also looked at the three, and then said, "What else can I do ..."
"When it comes to this, the Lingwu family, the family of broken love, Jingyuedongtian, Moyun's, and Tianwudao, even if they don't recognize it, they must also recognize it, killing people to pay their lives."
Yang Qingyun heard this and nodded.
That is Qin Chen's temperament.
At this moment, Qin Chen already had his mind in mind.
Weiyang Holy Land, between a mountain range.
At this moment, Ling Wuyan and Lingwu Qingfeng, led people hurriedly, a team of horses in the mountains appeared at this moment.
"Ling Wuyan!"
"Lingwu Qingfeng!"
A figure came out at this moment and was surprised: "What's so anxious?"
"What about the patriarch?"
"Including the patriarch, talking about things ..."
Ling Wuyan heard the words, without a word, went directly into the mountains, at the foot of a mountain.
At this moment, Lingwu Liang took several high-ranking members of the Lingwu family and stood at the foot of the mountain.
In addition to those people, there were several figures in black robes sitting on a few stones and lowering their heads.
"Patriarch."
Ling Wuyan rushed in at this moment.
Lingwu Liang looked at Ling Wuyan with a sharp look in his eyes.
"Patriarch forgive sins!"
Ling Wuyan hurriedly bowed at the moment: "The big thing is not good."
"Qin Chen took people into the Lingyuedi Palace and took away the five relics."
As soon as these words came out, Ling Wuliang's expression changed.
"This Qin Chen ..." Ling Wuliang hummed: "I knew that I absolutely knew this place quite well. This time, I can't say that it was just for Wen Xian."
Ling Wuyan said again at this moment: "More than that, that guy can actually urge the Holy Moon in the Lingyue Di Palace to re-display everything in the Lingyue Di Palace."
"Wen Xianzhi ... Hao Tian ... Yi Lingzhi ... and how Tang Ming was killed ..."
As soon as this word came out, on the other side, among the several black-robed men, one figure stood up, and the voice vicissitudes said: "So, did he see the Demon Race?"
Ling Wuyan nodded at the moment.
At this moment, the few people present were all cautious.
"Just know it!"
At this moment, a man in black robe stood up and said lightly: "Yu Tian Shengzun, after 80,000 years, has never appeared. This time, I originally hoped that this guy could open Weiyang Shengjing and help us open the dead Altar. "
When Lingwuliang heard this, he bowed and said: "Heaven, if he is known, will this kid go to open the altar of the dead?"
"Will do!"
The tone of the black robe was unsurprised.
"According to what you discovered before."
"This child has a deep hatred for the Demon Race. If we cooperate with the Devil Race, this child will certainly be jealous of us."
"Now, knowing that several people of the Holy Beast Sect are all overcast by us, we will definitely open the altar of the dead and threaten us with the inheritance left by our five-party ancestors."
"We threaten the three of the Holy Beast Sect, this guy, why not hold the card and threaten us?"
Hearing this, Ling Wuliang nodded.
"Heaven, after all, this son beheaded two blood demon clan emperors ......"
"I know!"
The old man said lightly: "The veins of the Holy Dragon are really powerful. But this time, I was in the Weiyang Holy Territory.
"This time, I'll wait as long as the inheritance and retention of my ancestors from the Lingwu family, the blood demon wants Qin Chen, and they will contribute more!"
Hearing this, Ling Wuliang nodded.
"Well, since things are exposed, it doesn't make much sense to cover up these."
At this moment, the old man stood up and took off his robe.
At this moment, in the valley, several senior members of the Lingwu family were all bowing to the ground.
"This time, my spirit and martial arts should also appear, so that all forces can understand that in this rainbow sanctuary, after all, it is our inheritance from several parties that is the master."
At this moment, under the robe, a face that looked very vicissitudes appeared.
Ling Wuyan was shocked at the moment.
He knew that 50,000 years ago, in the Battle of the Demons, there were a lot of deaths and injuries in the Lingwu family, but there were a few people, but they were fake deaths, in order to avoid the so-called curse mark of Yutian Saint.
Unexpectedly, one of them was actually the patriarch at that time-Lingwu Dongtian!
"Go, go to the altar of the dead and see what Qin Chen will do!"
Ling Wu Dongtian smiled at the moment, and several people behind him also took off their masks to reveal their true faces.
If you look closely, all of them are in the Lingwu family, the top elders of the war 50,000 years ago, these few, did not die.
At this moment, Lingwu Liang is also leaving with Lingwu moving ...
At the same time, Qin Chen led Qi Feiyun and others through the grassland and reappeared in a mountain range.
However, as it went deeper into the mountains, the front changed gradually.
The tall mountains do not exist. Instead, they are broken mountains that appear in front of everyone.
Moreover, the broken mountains were almost cut off from the roots, and the mountains collapsed into a pile of rocks and piled together.
Looking ahead, it's the same in front.
There are no trees and no grass, and there is a breath of silence, it seems that even living things do not exist.
At this moment, Qin Chen gazed at the front, his eyes squinted.
"Altar of the Dead!"
Qin Chen murmured: "I'm here again!"
Qi Feiyun, Yang Qingyun, Ye Ziqing and others also looked at it, and looked at it at one glance. Apart from the silence, it was still silence.
But as the gaze stayed longer, those breaths of silence were gradually transformed into ... desolate at this moment!