The tribe members were still howling, but the ground was trembling and murderous aura was condensing.

"The ancient pictures reappear, this is a corner of the ancient battlefield." Yin Wudi shouted.

"Be careful, this place has changed. For millions of years, it has become evil here."

Wow, the ground trembled, and Wang Changan looked carefully and saw a white bone palm under his feet penetrated out of the ground.

"Defend, be careful of the ground." Wang Changan said in shock.

Puff, puff.

White palms pierced the tribe members lying on the ground howling.

"Old rabbit, save people, and all extreme bone realms will be suppressed first."

The white light gushed out of Yin Wudi's eyes, the earth's soil condensed into rocks, and formed a clean ground.

Wang Chang'an roared, and the Purple Dragon Cauldron was captured.

With a bang, it sank a large area of ​​land, smashing the two stretched out bones to pieces.

Wang Qingfeng, Wang Qingjue, Wang Qingyong and others quickly mobilized their blood and killed the underground bones. Some people snatched and dragged their tribe into the stone land...

Wang Chang'an, Da Zhuang and Xiao Jue were extremely fast. They grabbed the seriously injured tribe members back, and the tribe members also reacted and crawled and rolled into the stone ground.

After a series of rescue, more than 3,000 people were rescued, and only more than 2,350 people were rescued. As soon as they came in, the elite of the three thousand tribes were severely injured.

The smell of blood was everywhere, and many tribesmen looked sad. They had just come in and nearly 700 people died here, and they couldn't even save much of their bones.

"Quick, eat it."

"puff."

"Ah, ah."

A tribe member could not even take the medicine, and his chest was pierced by a white hand bone and could not survive.

"Look." A tribe member said in surprise.

In the distance, there was a bloody ancient corpse thrusting out of the ground. The clothes on his body had already rotted, and the iron sword in his hand was rusted so much that it could not be seen.

"Is this a blood corpse?"

Wang Qingfeng was surprised and said that someone in the clan had said this.

“Another.”

People looked in another direction and another ancient corpse crawled out, holding an iron spear, and although the beast scale armor was thick with black mud, it did not completely decay.

Yiqi could see the appearance of the armor, covered in blood, and even a dead eyeball was left on his head.

The other eye socket was filled with black fog, and there was a terrifying coldness.

Bang bang.

Ancient corpses surged up on the ground and surrounded them from all sides.

"Hell, what the hell is this?"

"The strong man who died in battle in ancient times was unwilling to accept his death and turned into a resentful spirit." Wang Qingfeng said.

"Get out first, otherwise it will be difficult to rush out again."

Wang Qingzhuang said, after taking the spiritual medicine, he said with a trembling momentum.

"There are too many injured people, it's difficult to charge." Wang Qingfeng shouted.

"Winning out, otherwise they will die. Their resentment has not yet recovered. If it recovers, we can crush us by resentment alone."

Yin Wudi shouted, raising the white light of the stone eyes, and the ancient bronze sword was in full force, and he wanted to slash out.

"Follow me to fight out. My qi and blood are strong, so I will open the way."

Wang Chang'an shouted, "The Purple Dragon Cauldron is used to attack and kill, smashing an ancient corpse to pieces."

"rush."

The tribe members who were not seriously injured rushed first, and Dazhuang opened the mountain and smashed it, like a mountain and sea ramming it out.

Xiao Jue's gun came out like a dragon, attacking and killing left and right.

The Purple Dragon Cauldron protects the shelter, and Wang Changan takes Fang Yi's sword and slashes out, and several large thunders burst out from his body, slamming them away.

Kill, the clan members used their swords to kill off ancient corpses. These ancient corpses have not yet recovered, and they are like walking corpses, allowing the clan members to rush to kill.

Wow, wow.

A large number of ancient corpses poured out from the ground, and the number was increasing.

Puff, Wang Changan cut off an ancient corpse, and the empty eyes of the ancient corpse seemed to have recovered from Qingming Festival. Wang Changan quickly slashed and killed him again.

When Fang Yi's sword slashed the ancient corpse, a clanging sound was heard, and a red crystal was poured out. Under the light, the light shone brightly.

Wang Changan held it in his hand and felt carefully that the huge blood and energy contained it, as small as the size of a fingernail, but had unimaginable blood and energy.

"The blood crystal, this is the blood crystal. Before their death, their blood energy was not completely lost. A part of it was left and condensed into the blood crystal."

"This is a treasure, which can recover injuries, break through the blood and qi barrier, and strengthen blood and qi. Only this ancient land can exist."

Yin Wudi shouted, for fear that the tribe members would miss it, and even in this case, they would take down the blood crystal.

“Not everyone has it, very few.”

Wang Dazhuang even killed several ancient corpses, but he didn't even have hair.

"Looking at clothes, there should be those with gold edges."

Xiao Jue pierced through several people and took out the bleeding crystal from his chest.

"Get more to save your life, they have not recovered yet." Wang Qingfeng shouted.

"Don't delay, as much as you can kill." Wang Qingyong responded.

"This is an ancient battlefield, with countless secret treasures. As long as we can fight out, there is no need to worry about resources."

Wang Chang'an shouted, afraid that the tribe members would love to fight, so the Purple Dragon Cauldron made a huge yellow light and hit him out.

The tribe members fled while fighting and fought for five miles. At this time, Dazhuang and others had already obtained hundreds of blood crystals. One of these things was enough to open up a trick.

If you bring back the tribes, you can build a powerful army of broad roads in a short time.

"roar."

An ancient corpse roared, and the green corpse patterns appeared on its body, and its eyes turned red, which became extremely bloody.

The ancient corpse came to fight with a sword, and its movements began to become flexible. With one sword, the sword energy surged, causing the Purple Dragon Cauldron to retreat.

"It's starting to recover, kill the recovering one first."

Wang Chang'an attacked and killed with a knife, his whole body glowed, and his whole body was like a golden god of war, slashing out several feet of sword energy with one knife.

With a tug, he took away the blood crystal.

Wang Changan began to jump and kept killing the newly revived ancient corpse, and Da Zhuang and others were also rushing to kill.

"Don't delay any more. Everyone rushed out all the way, and this ghost thing has revived."

Wang Qingfeng roared, many tribe members were boiling blood, and everyone was fighting together, and some people were guarding the injured on their backs.

Dishes.

The Purple Dragon Cauldron was knocked away, and Wang Changan was shocked and retreated. A black air emerged from an ancient corpse, and his claws hit him, causing the Purple Dragon Cauldron to fly backwards.

clang.

Fang Yi's sword slashed the ancient corpse, but the corpse did not break with a sound, but instead echoed like a metal.

The ancient corpse was caught with one hand, and the terrifying aura of death surged out, and the pyramid was shaking. Fang Yi's knife was beaten to death.

"Break it for me."

Wang Chang'an was surging with gold blood, and lightning filled Fang Yi's sword.

The ancient corpse was split into two halves by Wang Chang'an. Wang Chang'an drew out the blood crystal and rushed forward.

The clan members rushed out ten miles and crushed countless ancient corpses. Some clan members became more and more brave as they killed, and they had a violent aura.

The black air surged, and a trace of it rose from the ground.

The ancient corpse revived, becoming stronger and stronger, with sounds of killing everywhere, and the ancient will waved its sword again.

The Purple Dragon Cauldron is extremely hard, but now the sword marks are slashing on it, and a stream of breath is reviving.

Just like the ancient ancestors were resurrected, murderous aura surged.

Bang, bang.

Some ancient corpses shriveled down and collapsed on the ground, turning into ashes, while some ancient corpses' eyes emitted red light and black air surrounded their bodies.

"Oh no, they're recovering too quickly."

Wang Qingjue shouted, he was at a disadvantage when he fought with several resurrected ancient corpses.

Some tribe members were also killed and retreated, and the ancient corpse of Resurrection became stronger and stronger, revealing a biting murderous aura.
To be continued...