"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

On the plane, Ye Fan looked at Ye Ling for no reason and felt a little sharp.

It's hard to explain, but it just feels like this guy just drew his sword and slashed someone.

"It's okay, just a few clowns who used shameful means to track me down, but I was stabbed by me alone."

"Send it away?"

"Well, I guess the body is cold now."

"It's great," Ye Fan looked at the thick clouds outside the window, and suddenly asked with a deep thought: "Do you think there are really immortals in the world? You are not an ordinary practitioner. The kind that is immortal and eternal?"

"Yes! Moreover, I believe our family will become immortals," Ye Ling swore.

"Brave around! Tell all the big things! Even the source of the Pharaoh's bloodline, the Sun God La has an end to his life. Even the gods are like this, let alone a mortal like you," a handsome bald man next to him suddenly retorted.

He wore a cobra necklace on his neck, his skin was brown, his shoulders were wide, his waist was narrow, and he looked very much like an ancient Egyptian. Ye Ling sensed the breath of a practitioner from him, which made him even more curious. He was actually an unheard of practitioners in ancient Egyptian countries!

"Are you... a practitioner from Egypt?"

"We call ourselves alchemists," the Egyptian introduced himself, "Hello, practitioners from the East. I saw two on the Holy See's wanted list, but I didn't expect you to appear. The Thirteen Blooded Puppets have already taken action. You shouldn't come here, I advise you to find a place to avoid it as soon as possible."

"I really look forward to them coming sooner. By the way, who is the Thirteen Blooded Puppet? Is it very powerful?"

"Very strong! A group of...devils! Relying on their own strength, they burn, kill, loot and do evil!" The alchemist paused and said, looking quite disliked Thirteen Blooded Pupils.

Out of curiosity, the three of them chatted briefly, and Ye Ling learned a lot of things beyond the original book.

There are many inheritances on the earth, and the ancient civilizations of all major civilizations have their own origins. Of course, the practice system is roughly divided into five secret realms.

After getting off the plane, Ye Ling and Ye Fan rushed to Qinling Mountains without stopping. According to the address revealed to him by Zhu Linhuang, they walked through the dense forest and valley and entered a once unmanned land hidden in the magic circle.

In the past, there were sparsely populated here and the essence of heaven and earth was thin. Now there are many practitioners here, including from all countries. Egyptian alchemists, Greek warriors, wizards inherited from ancient Babylon, and Taoist sects in the East.

This made the place very lively, and the practitioners came and went, roughly divided into five groups of power. Ye Ling and Ye Fan were both on the Holy See's wanted list, and they looked weak, which quickly attracted the attention of many people.

Ye Fan was just a little new to him. Halfway through the entrance of the tomb, an old Taoist with the Taoist bones and fairy wind came and stopped them: "Wuliang Tianzun, the cave has been in the world for a hundred years. On the day of his birth, his old friends have nowhere to exist. Two friends, it is a fate to meet today. How about the journey together?"

This man is tall, with white hair and hair, wearing a purple gold crown and a Bagua robe. It is rare in this era and obviously lives in the mountains all year round.

Ye Fan was surprised and immediately returned the courteous greeting: "The Taoist Master invites you, but you can't ask for it."

This person gives him no less weaker than his brother Ye Ling. According to his brother, such people are all abnormal in the world and are respected strong people.

"God, is it... Taoist Qiri, he is still alive? Didn't he sit in the same place more than a hundred years ago? Now he is probably 1,200 years old!"

"This is a Taishan Beidou-level figure, a famous master of supernatural powers, and he actually appeared!"

This old Taoist did not hide his identity. His appearance alarmed many older people in the Qinling Mountains. Their disciples were completely stunned and did not dare to speak. They were all standing in the distance.

At this moment, another scream came out: "The Master of Quanzhen Taoism is here!" There was a drum and music nearby to welcome this powerful man. Today, Taoism Quanzhen occupies half of the country, and the north is the supreme. The Taoist master is naturally extremely arduous, and few people can compete with him.

......

The leaders and priests from all sides of the East and the West have all arrived. The competition for the opportunity of the Great Grave is so powerful that experts have appeared one after another, which makes people look forward to it. Many talented young people have also appeared, which is amazing.

Except for Taoist Qi Ri who came to the door on his own initiative, no one else came to the door again. The three of them went all the way and talked about the way of practice, which benefited a lot.

"My friend is so amazing. At such a young age, he has such combat power. I heard that the Thirteen-blooded disciple is trying to take action, and there is still some time before the entrance to the formation is opened. If you have any trouble, you can come to me," said Taoist Shiri, who was in front of the tomb, before parting, and said to Ye Ling.

"I dare not bother the master, some clowns jumping, and kill them all when they come later!" Ye Ling left with Ye Fan with his fists.

"What a big sigh, do you really think you are invincible? The people who killed our Holy See will take you today." A thick ink-like dead aura rolled down and swept across the four fields. This was a domineering clearance, and the Thirteen Bloodsmen surrounded Ye Ling and Ye Fan's brothers.

"It's so fast," Ye Ling took out the cracked Great Saint-level divine lamp and handed it to Ye Fan, using it to protect him, and then waved his hand to send him out of this place of death.

"Interesting, it seems to be an extraordinary object. But don't worry, we have no interest in that mortal, and will let him live to see you being tortured to death little by little!"

The leading demon Judas spoke, her long gray-black hair danced wildly, and two black horns emerged from her exposed forehead. The two bat wings behind her swelled vigorously, revealing her evil nature.

The aura of the demon god was surging, and the sound of iron chains sounded in waves, with demonic nature and could shake people's souls. Unfortunately, Ye Ling's soul has the characteristics of a divine stone, which is strong and immortal, and is not affected at all.

"Immortal Heavenly Lord, Judas, you have crossed the line! Now you are killing our human genius in the East. Do you really think that there is no one in our tribe?!" Taoist Qiri had not yet left, and he was standing up to confront the air.

A sword towards Judas emerged from the sky, like a big sun emerged from the sky, with strong yang energy overflowing, dispelling the haze of dead energy.

"Ding! Dingding!"

Judas fought against black chains, and the most intense collision occurred as soon as they first came into contact, and a dazzling light burst out, like the encounter between two old enemies.

Without any extra words, Qi Ri stood up for Ye Ling, and Judas wanted to kill him. The two sides had similar cultivation and age, and they quickly fought thousands of duels.

In the deep Qinling Mountains, from the center of the two fighting, there were circles of blazing lights like ripples, and the void fluctuated and sunken wherever they passed. The two sect leader-level figures fought with great momentum, but in the end they could not do anything to each other.

However, there were people who were jealous of the lamp on his shoulders and began to attack him, with the leader of the Daxia Dragon Bird clan. People at high level took action, and the gods in the Great Saint-level lamp would take the initiative to help Ye Fan resist.

But if he is at the same level, Ye Fan needs to face it himself. Faced with the siege of four or five people, he fought bloody battles and brought the holy method of fighting to the extreme. He fully achieved the goal of Ye Ling to train him.

"Qi Ri, we are both people with a dry life span. Today I don't want to waste time with you! If you insist on protecting that little thing, then go to die together!"

Juda roared, and the twelve men in black who had been standing behind him all suddenly took action at this moment, showing their true colors while swelling their own divine power.

The entire sky was filled with dark clouds in an instant, and the roar of the cold wind was roaring, and blood-colored formation patterns were intertwined in the void! Within a hundred miles, everyone was pulled into the other world by the killing formation.

This magic circle is still running, darkness covers the world, the order of Taoism is chaotic, and terrible murderous intent spreads, and pieces of dark blue ghosts appear, making wails that make people's scalp numb.

The Western Holy See’s Dusk Array of Ragnarok! Turning this place into a closed small world, as if returning to the time when the world has not opened.

This is restored based on the remains of the quasi-emperor killing formation left by ancient times! This is a bar array flag that slowly emerged in the void, making a sound.

It turns out that the reason why these twelve people just stood by was because they had to arrange them in secret. Judas delayed the time. They prepared the peerless killing formation. Now that the killing formation is ready, there is no need to hide it anymore. It is time to conduct a judgment!

Ragnarok judges all living beings at dusk!

There are many people trapped in the formation, both east and west, and they are now shrouded in the crisis of death.

Some weak people were numb and said, "Fellow Taoists from the West, I don't care about your personal grudges with him! If you don't want to get involved, please let us go!"

"Hehe, it's too late. If the gods don't come out at dusk, they will see blood. So please admit that they are unlucky and then die with peace of mind! After all, you can't do anything in this magic circle that has fallen into the saints! Today, the Chinese country will definitely be filled with blood!" Judas was crazy in his expression.

There are many monks in the dark and closed formation world, and there are even the secret realm of the Dragon Transformation Realm. However, facing the killing formation that had fallen sages, there was no way to go. They screamed and their flesh and blood melted inch by inch, becoming the nourishment for the operation of the formation.

Only a few people have special means to survive temporarily.

Ye Fan is the safest among them. He is protected by the Great Saint-level ancient lamp. In the soft halo, he is like a banished immortal standing quietly, and is invincible to all laws. Taoist Qi Ri, who has nowhere to go, also has this protection, without any worries about his life.

During this process, Ye Ling kept watching coldly. Just as the killing formation reached its peak, he took the initiative to step into the center of the killing power of the formation: "It's time to prepare for such a long time to sneak and prepare. I hope it can bring enough pressure. Today, either you cut me to death or I cut you to death."

"A arrogant and ignorant person will die from his arrogance! You have no idea what you are going to face!" Judas sneered and merged with the other twelve bloody disciples.

"Oh no! The art of combined attack!"

"The formation of the gods' dusk is about to be complete!"

"Nighoud appears! Dragon of Despair! Dragon of Destruction!!"

"Don't give up, there is no Fenriu, no zodiac python, there is a glimmer of life in the incomplete formation!"

......

From the fragments of words they spoke, Ye Ling roughly knew the origin of this formation. This formation was built based on the doomsday of the world in Nordic mythology.

Legend has it that when the world reaches its end, the poisonous dragon Niedhog will hollow out the deep roots of the World Tree, and the white corpses of dead people are hung on their wings, flying out of the abyss, destroying the world.

Of course, the reason why this formation is incomplete is that it lacks the parts of Fenriu giant wolf and the mortal python, so it loses its power in its heyday.

Thirteen people at the second level of the immortal platform were united, and their divine power was as strong as the sea. At this moment, the demon dragon came to the world and was extremely powerful! The rolling and heavy death aura shot out a series of dazzling blood, and a terrifying demon dragon with wings covering the mountain appeared.

This is the strongest opponent Ye Ling has faced since his birth! The thirteen blood and pupils are united, not only the physical body, but also the soul and the soul gather together.

The power surged, even exceeding the limit of the second level of the Immortal Tower, and it can be compared with the king of the Immortal Three Slaying Dao! Of course, everything comes with a price, not to mention that this formation is still incomplete.

Every time the Thirteen Blooded Puppets cast, there will be an extra crack on the immortal platform. If they are used more times, or if they use their power too much, they will die.

"The Doomsday Judgment, I'll sentence you to death!" The Dragon of Despair broke out and spit out a blood-colored spear wrapped in a spear. The Longinus spear! The Spear of Destiny that the Western Supreme Saint has nailed to death!

There are also dark red blood stains on this pothole that have not dried up, which was left by the gods when they were massacred. This gun has represented unknowns and deaths for thousands of years, and countless pagans have fallen.

Now, it is eager to drink Ye Ling's blood!

"kill!"

This time, unlike the previous battle with the gods, Ye Ling must take all his strength, hold the thunder pool on his head, hold the Divine Scar Purple Gold Sword in his hand, and face the blood-colored divine punishment falling from the sky.

The moment Ye Ling waved his knife, the secret realm of the Wheel Sea in his abdomen glowed, and chaotic runes flew out, like gods surrounding him, and the grand chanting of scriptures floated out from it, resounding through the sky.

This is his unique "Tao", which was initially created, and externally manifested into scriptures, and was cut out with the divine sword.

The sword and gun attack interpret the most powerful myth, as if the sun was exploding, the terrifying energy flowed four times, stirring up the space storm and tearing everything apart.

The Longinus gun failed to nail Ye Ling, but it broke layers of black yellow energy and chaos-colored scriptures, nailed to Ye Ling's lower abdomen, and blood splattered! Blood with five-colored light dripped along the spear, silently telling the opponent's strength.

"Ye Ling!" Ye Fan on the ground was very worried when he saw this.

"Wuliang Tianzun, brother Ye, don't panic, let me be fine. The moment the killing gun entered the body, the murderous aura was transformed into his five-colored blood." Qi Ri comforted the side.

It seemed as if he was verifying Qi Ri's words, Ye Ling pulled out the Longinus gun and entered the space of the Reincarnation Pool before the Thirteen Bloodsmen recalled it back.

Ye Ling's eyes were full of excitement, without any anger or other emotions. In the attack just now, many weak links of the scriptures of the Wheel Sea Scroll were discovered and modified in time to become more perfect and powerful!

“Vanished…”

“Not sensed…”
To be continued...