The Taoist priest Yixin was extremely frightened. He never thought that Qin Lang would dare to chase this sea of ​​death directly, and could only watch Qin Lang capture his soul.

"This is the death cemetery. You will die. You will definitely die with me!"?

The Taoist priest Yixin shouted anxiously.

"Will I die? That's my business, but I know, you really die!"?

Qin Lang sneered and looked at the soul of Taoist Yixin, and pinched it hard! He completely crushed the soul!

‘Bang…’?

The Taoist priest Yixin died, and Qin Lang had the divine bone left in his hand.

"This is the bone of a saint. It is really a waste to put it in your hands. For me, I can completely integrate it into the Huntian stick and add another layer to the level of Huntian stick!"?

Thinking of this, Qin Lang put away the divine bone, turned around and looked around without any hope. A strange voice suddenly sounded.

This is a ruined city, with a thin layer of film covering the sky, an endless desert on the ground, and large areas of abandoned buildings exposed to sand and dust.

"This should be a super-large formation, and the space has been cut and twisted by this magic array. In such a place, even modern technological means cannot enter."?

"Looking at this method, it should be a formation set up by an old monster at the Nascent Soul level, otherwise it would not be so huge and extremely dangerous. Even if I am now, I am quite in a crisis."?

"That strange voice seemed to be coming from the ruins!"?

Qin Lang murmured and walked towards the uneven ruins.?

Walking in the desert, Qin Lang paid attention to the surrounding environment at all times. This formation is extremely powerful. It is very likely that if you accidentally fall into a trap and be buried here.

"This is?"?

When Qin Lang walked past a tall waste wall in front of him, he saw countless pieces of spiritual weapons scattered on the ground.

Among these spiritual weapons, there are broken swords shining with dazzling light, thick pieces of armor, and various fragments of scattered vessels.

The most are crystal clear white bones, which after years of weathering, still exudes a captivating force.

?"This was once a battlefield! These bones are all the corpses of cultivators!"?

Qin Lang observed around him that these fragments were scattered countless times, with a large coverage. At first glance, there was no sign of the edge. I don’t know how many gods and demons were buried here. In comparison, the Nascent Soul bone in Qin Lang’s hand was not that important.

‘Chirky…’?

A long roar sounded, accompanied by this roar, Qin Lang's spirit was dazed for a moment, and instantly saw countless immortals coming through the air. These immortals were divided into two factions and began to fight and kill each other.

The worst-schooled immortals are also in the Foundation Establishment Stage and have strong strength, most of them are in the Golden Elixir Realm, and each side has a Nascent Soul Power to help.

Both sides gritted their teeth and fought with red eyes. In the blink of an eye, there were shattered magic weapons on the ground, countless fallen immortals, and countless lost inheritances.

This grand scene made Qin Lang lose in it instantly, and the majestic murderous aura infected Qin Lang's mind.

"A mere battle of immortals, how dare I mess up my heart?"?

Qin Lang felt calm and woke up, and sneered.?

"It seems that there was still a inheritance of immortality on Earth before, but I don't know where the remaining gods and demons went! But this sound can affect my mind and spirit, so it's OK. There are so many immortal relics here, with abundant spiritual energy, which is suitable for cultivation."?

Qin Lang walked carefully to the corpses, picked up a broken crystal sword body, and couldn't help but smile: "It seems that you and I are really destined to be!"?

A crystal broken sword was cast in the magic weapon Huntian stick he used at this time.

This broken sword was stored in the biological space. Qin Lang continued to search for this battlefield, gathering all the broken spiritual weapons and even the holy weapons fragments, and packing them all, preparing to merge these fragments in the future and strengthen the Huntian Stick a little more.?

Qin Lang did not move the corpses of those powerful Jindan realm masters. These were all soldiers who died on the battlefield. Qin Lang was not so poor that he didn't even respect the other party's corpses.

He just collected a few pieces of the corpse of the old Nascent Soul monster and some secrets of martial arts scattered on the ground.

Most of these secrets of martial arts are left by those cultivators who have no biological space. When they reach the Golden Elixir Realm, they can open up their own storage space. Even if these Golden Elixirs die, few people can usually get their things.

Most of the secrets Qin Lang picked up were left by immortal cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, but he could take them back and use them when establishing a sect.

After collecting this place, Qin Lang continued to walk into the depths of the death cemetery.

Qin Lang was walking in this secret realm at this moment, as if he was visiting his own back garden. The formations were extremely crude in Qin Lang's eyes, not to mention that after thousands of years of baptism, the formation base had long been destroyed.

This formation cannot exert one-tenth of its power, but even so, it is not something that these warriors on earth can withstand.

After walking through this ruin, Qin Lang saw a piece of the city wall buried half of the sand. On the wall, a huge strange bird rushed down the sky. Two sharp claws grabbed an arm-sized scorpion from the desert sand and lifted it up and landed it on the city wall.?

The scorpion fell to its solid place, wiggling its tail and was about to escape, but the strange bird grabbed its head and its slender rafters directly penetrated the scorpion's hard shell, took out the scorpion's flesh, and then tilted its head and swallowed it.

"This strange bird can already match the strength of a Taoist priest Yixin!"?

Qin Lang could see at a glance that the strange bird's body was extremely strong and had surpassed ordinary god-level powerhouses. However, it was not fully intelligent, so it was unable to cultivate to the level of Tongshan.

Even so, it can still live like a fish in water here.

"It seems to be very familiar with this magic array, so it can survive here for dozens or hundreds of years without being strangled by the formation."?

Birds are naturally sensitive to crisis. I believe this strange bird has already known the formations here so that it can fly freely without touching the broken formations at all.

‘Chirky…’?

The strange bird also discovered Qin Lang's existence at this time. With a sharp roar, it rushed down the air, and a pair of iron claws grabbed Qin Lang.

"So you made the sound just now!"?

Qin Lang smiled, raised his arm, and grabbed the monster bird's iron claws.

The strange bird's iron claws did not catch Qin Lang's face, but Qin Lang grabbed two iron claws, and threw them hard on the wall, colliding half of the city wall like a dead chicken.

How powerful is the god-level body. Such a broken city wall cannot withstand the fall of the monster bird, and half of the city wall collapsed.

"Chirky..."?

The strange bird seemed to be dissatisfied and struggled to get up again.

"You lie down!"?

Qin Lang flipped his hand and pressed down two huge blue handprints one after another. The strange bird was panicked and squeezed together by his two palms.
Chapter completed!