1417: C1417 An Ancient Powerhouse

C1417 An Ancient Powerhouse

It would take a lot of time to cut a bloody path out of the skeletons, and the ancient experts would be able to catch them in a few breaths.

The Ghost Underworld Sect disciple said maliciously.

"Let's go all out. Perhaps we still have a chance to survive."

"The three of us will get entangled with this guy first. You take the opportunity to dig up the stone bricks and get the treasure."

"These are the most powerful top weapons in the sect. Each of us will have one, and we will definitely be able to destroy the enemy."

The disciples of Peachwood nodded and rushed towards the place where the light was shining.

The sword moves that cut through iron like mud were as dense as rain.

They directly cut into the body of the ancient powerhouse. The opponent's skin and armor were almost the same hardness, and only a few shallow scratches were left.

"Hahaha, you weaklings are not even comparable to ants. You really make me unable to raise my spirits."

"You dare to barge into such a dangerous place. Consider yourselves unlucky."

The ancient expert waved his hand and grabbed a treasured sword.

He tightened his grip slightly, and a clear explosive sound rang out.

The originally indestructible metal weapon was crushed into a fragile ice block by his strength.

The weapon fragment fell into his blood and disappeared in an instant.

The disciples of the Ghost Underworld Sect were so heartbroken that they almost suffocated.

Their personal weapon, which had followed them for many years, had actually been completely destroyed by a powerful enemy.

The fury that was like a tempestuous storm immediately overshadowed his rationality.

"I want to use your head as a sacrifice to the treasured sword."

"Let's experience the ultimate techniques of the Ghost Underworld Sect."

A ray of light condensed in the palm of the Ghost Underworld Sect disciple, and then he slammed it into the blood pool.

Several thick octopus tentacles stretched out from within, and began to strangle the ancient martial artists.

The soul-stirring battle scene left the spectators outside the Black Iron Pagoda dumbfounded.

Who had such strength to crush an opponent's weapon in front of them?

The four elders finally couldn't sit still.

They exerted pressure on Sacred Hands Nether World together.

"Hurry up and use the pagoda to teleport us to that canyon."

"Hehehe, you should have confidence in your respective disciples. It looks like you are about to obtain the treasure."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll take your head right now."

"I have lived for so long, and I have long underestimated life and death. I would like to experience the ultimate techniques of your sects."

Nether Sacred Hands adopted the stance of a battle. He was planning on outnumbered.

Mu Chen jogged all the way to the front of the crowd to smooth things over.

"Everyone, please be patient. Let me say something."

"The ancient battlefield is indeed a rare place for cultivation. Fighting with experts can also temper one's strength."

"There's no need to be too serious about treasure hunting. Just enjoy yourselves to your heart's content."

"Why don't we go over and take a look?"

Of course, Mu Chen had to give him face.

Nether Sacred Hands was quite confident in the danger level of the ancient battlefield.

Even if an elder from an ancient martial arts sect was present, it would not be strange for him to be killed.

Nether Sacred Hands gestured at the pagoda.

The door slowly opened once again.

"I'll satisfy the curiosity of all of you."

"Seeing a peerless expert before death is not a waste of my life."

Mu Chen and the two guardians followed behind the crowd and ran in to watch the show.

The white light enveloped the few of them. A dizzy feeling filled their minds.

In the next second.

Mu Chen, the Protector, the Elders, and Sacred Nether Hand usually appeared at the entrance of the canyon.

Just as they stabilized their bodies, the Elders impatiently charged forward.

Nether Sacred Hands turned around and asked.

"Kid, you wish to join in the fun as well?"

"The situation is on the verge of going out of control. I can't guarantee the safety of anyone."

Mu Chen nodded confidently.

How could he give up the chance to challenge an ancient expert?

"If you can't win, then run. It's no big deal."

These people raised their speed to the limit and rushed towards the location where the battle had erupted.

The blood pool expanded once again. It covered two-thirds of the area of the sacrificial altar.

The staff in the hands of the Hidden Cloud Temple disciples and the sword of the Blood Evil Sect disciples were also easily crushed by the enemy.

An incomparably huge golden bell phantom appeared in midair, fiercely enveloping the ancient martial artists.

The blood-red smoke also slowly approached the target. The powerful corrosive effect seemed to be able to dissolve the opponent.

Facing the ultimate techniques of the several great sects, the ancient martial artist didn't feel the slightest fear.

His body had been immersed in the blood pool for a long time, and after going through hundreds and thousands of tempering, he was still indestructible.

Just like that, the Golden Bell Phantom was pulled down.

"There's only a flower rack in my moves, I'm still far from being able to deal with me."

The ancient powerhouse's hands frantically slapped against it, producing a continuous ringing of bells.

The shock waves measured the distance between the two of them reverberated leisurely within the canyon for a long period of time.

It didn't even last for a few breaths.

Cracks appeared on the golden clock phantom, and then it shattered.

The effect of the blood mist was close to zero.

The violent palm wind blew out a vacuum around the ancient powerhouse's body.

"Everyone, don't panic. I have already dug out the good stuff!"

"Use a new weapon to deal with this guy."

The disciples of Peachwood finally smashed the stone bricks.

A new weapon with a shining light appeared in front of everyone.

The others immediately rushed over, wanting to divide it among themselves.

Who knew that these weapons seemed to have a life of their own, drifting erratically in the air, dodging left and right, unwilling to fall into anyone's hands.

"Hahaha, weapons will have spirituality when used to a certain extent, of course they will also recognize their owners."

"You ants are not worthy at all, still dreaming."

The ancient expert waved his hand and let the skin of the weapons stay by his side.

He was the true master, and had absolute control over them.

At this moment.

Another group of figures charged over.

The elders called their disciples back to their sides and looked at the person in front of them vigilantly.

Mu Chen, Nether Sacred Hands, and the two guardians stood further away, ready to escape at any moment.

"It's more lively with more people. Come and have a good fight."

The ancient expert roared as the ground of the sacrificial altar began to crack once again.

All sorts of strange looking weapons broke out of the ground one after another, and floated beside him.

Before the elders could react, the ancient martial artist pointed at them.

Eighteen different weapons broke through the air and smashed towards them.

"Crack crack crack..."

"Crack crack..."

The dazzling battle began again.

The ancient martial artists used their mental energy to control their weapons to surround everyone.0

The power and attack speed were so terrifying that everyone almost had no strength to fight back.

The rebounding force from the collision caused everyone's arms to go numb and their hearts to tremble.

Even the ground cracked open countless cracks.

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