Battle God Emperor

When Dou Tian was trying his best to break through the Hung Meng Battle God Stage, Feng Lang and the others were covered in blood inside the vast black cloud sea.    

    

Behind them, numerous black shadows flashed, and the sound of bones breaking came from the ground.    

    

"F * ck, are they done yet? Could it be that everyone from Yama Mansion has died as well?" Ying Feng cursed angrily, but his legs did not stop at all as he continued to run quickly in the sea of bones, somewhat out of breath.    

    

The others weren't much better off. They had been fighting with the people from the Bone-eating Worm s for quite some time already, and it was relatively easy at the start. After all, they had only encountered a few Bone-eating Worm.    

    

However, as time passed, Bone-eating Worm increased in number and would appear wherever they went.    

    

Furthermore, Ying Feng and the rest were already slightly injured, with blood flowing out from many parts of their bodies. The Bone-eating Worm sensed the smell of blood and immediately chased after them with no regards for their lives.    

    

As a result, not only were the people chasing them the Bone-eating Worm that they had transformed into, they were also densely packed with Bone-eating Worm. They no longer dared to confront the enemy head on.    

    

"Swallowing a single chunk of flesh and blood can transform a cultivator of the same stage. Even if they can't last for more than half an incense stick of time, it would be terrifying." Xue Wujue's face darkened.    

    

His body was in a mess, blood spilling out from several parts of his body, even using soul force to stop the spread of the blood aura was useless. The Bone-eating Worm did not even care about the existence of soul force, it only smelled the delicious blood.    

    

"It's definitely impossible to get out now. There are more and more Bone-eating Worm outside, so I can only run towards the deepest part, hoping that I can leave from another direction." Murong Ye's face was ice-cold.    

    

If they knew earlier, they would have fought with Yan Luozi, and wouldn't be in such a difficult situation.    

    

A dignified cultivator at the peak of Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage actually allowed a bunch of bugs to chase after him and flee. Anyone would feel stifled in their heart.    

    

However, these Bone-eating Worm were very smart. They would not swallow the people they killed at once, but would only take a bite, as long as they could transform sufficiently.    

    

Although their ability to transform would only last for less than one incense stick of time, the crux of the issue was that they were constantly carrying human corpses. Every time they reverted back to their original bodies, they would continue to devour a mouthful of flesh and blood before transforming back into human cultivators.    

    

Feng Lang and the others were extremely fast, and had not fallen into the hands of the Bone-eating Worm for the time being. However, quite a few Yama Mansion cultivators had died or injured them, and the Bone-eating Worm s were like snowballs, rolling bigger and bigger.    

    

Right now, there were hundreds of Bone-eating Worm chasing after them, and there were hundreds of them who had transformed into Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage.    

    

With hundreds of Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage, even if they had Hung Meng Battle God Stage, they would still have to consider it seriously, not to mention them, the Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage cultivators, the key thing was that they still had to be wary of other Bone-eating Worm's sneak attacks.    

    

But now that they couldn't find the Jin, they themselves had fallen into danger. Furthermore, Long Wu had also disappeared, and they didn't know how to face Duotian.    

    

After running for an unknown amount of time, the soul power within their bodies was rapidly being drained. What surprised them was that in the originally pitch-black sea of clouds, a light began to slowly appear.    

    

Although the light was dim, it had indeed appeared, and the surrounding clouds and mist had thinned out quite a bit.    

    

However, that coldness was even stronger than before. The air was mixed with an extremely oppressive aura.    

    

"So cold." Ying Feng could not help but shiver, his teeth chattered uncontrollably, his breath instantly freezing in the air and freezing on the ground, the surrounding temperature was so low that it was terrifying.    

    

"The Bone-eating Worm doesn't seem to have caught up." Xue Wujue looked back, only to discover that there were black figures standing in the mist, and did not continue to chase up.    

    

Seeing that, everyone heaved a sigh of relief, the Bone-eating Worm chased them until they were scared witless.    

    

"Everyone, you'd better be careful." Murong Ye reminded.    

    

"That's right, even the Bone-eating Worm felt the danger and did not dare to rashly approach. The degree of danger in this place is probably no less than that of the Bone-eating Worm." Sneering Blade nodded as he looked around with a serious expression.    

    

The grey fog slowly floated in the air. There were no more rotten bones on the ground, but they were as red as blood. It was as if they were made from blood.    

    

From afar, the surroundings looked lifeless and lifeless. There was absolute silence, a deathly stillness.    

    

High up in the sky, a wave of blood mist curled up, condensing into a strange shape, revealing a sinister look. It struck at one's soul, the cold wind blew past and everyone could not help but shiver, the temperature here, even someone at the peak of Primeval Chaos Battle Saint Stage was unable to endure it.    

    

"What a terrifying killing intent. Such a frightening chill. Is it actually caused by that killing intent?" Xue Wujue's brows tightly knitted, and couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.    

    

The few of them continued forward. Without the Bone-eating Worm chasing them, their speed had slowed down as well. Unknown places were often the most dangerous places.    

    

After a long time, they finally stopped. Not far in front of them was a small hill that was only a hundred or so feet tall. There was not a single blade of grass growing on top of it.    

    

On one side of the hill, there was a tall stone tablet. The stone tablet was narrow and long, like a giant sword inserted into the soil. Moreover, traces of weathering had long since appeared.    

    

The hills stood alone in this place, surrounded by a vast plain which made it seem extremely lonely.    

    

"Do you guys have any idea what this hill looks like?" Bei Chenfeng suddenly said as he looked strangely at the small hill in the distance.    

    

After a while, Feng Lang suddenly took a deep breath and said: "Grave!"    

    

When Ying Feng and the others heard this, their faces were filled with surprise. Very clearly, they had also agreed with Feng Lang's idea that this small hill was a huge tomb.    

    

"Could it be the tomb of the previous generation Asura Hall Master?" Sneering Blade squinted his eyes and took a step forward, ready to take a look at the details.    

    

Hearing that, everyone could not help but nod their heads, such a huge grave, maybe it was really the tomb of the previous Asura Hall Master.    

    

Boom!    

    

Suddenly, a loud sound came from afar and several figures rapidly collided in midair. Their swords flashed and after a few breaths of time, several figures separated and landed on the flat ground on both sides of the hill.    

    

"Yan Luozi?" Sneering coldly with murderous intent in his voice, Blade almost charged forward.    

    

However, he still bore with it patiently, and when his gaze landed on the few figures facing Yan Luozi, a strange light flashed across his eyes. To be able to fight evenly with Yan Luozi, he must not be an ordinary person.    

    

"Sikong Cangjian, you can't stop me." The young man was none other than Sikong Cangjian.    

    

They had arrived here a long time ago and fought over the matter of the grave. Unfortunately, no one was able to do anything to them in the end.    

    

"You can't stop me either." Sikong Cangjian laughed faintly, he was extremely confident, "The stone tablet belongs to me now."    

    

Suddenly, Sikong Cangjian's figure flashed and instantly appeared on top of the monument in front of the grave. When he stretched his hands out, a giant hand made of soul power grabbed the top of the monument, and used all his strength to pull it up into the sky.    

    

From a distance, the top of the monument looked like the hilt of a sword, which was being held by Sikong Cangjian, and slowly moved upwards.    

    

Sikong Cangjian was just like the name, he was a sword wielding expert and possessed the hobby of hiding his sword, so how could he let go of this gigantic sword on the stone tablet?    

    

"You're courting death!" Yan Luozi bellowed, I did not even agree, and you, Sikong Cangjian, think that it is yours? It would be weird if Yan Luozi was not angry.    

    

As soon as his voice fell, the ground began to tremble violently. There was a creaking sound that sounded like the sound of bones moving. Everyone heard the sound and looked towards the black cloud behind them.    

    

All of a sudden, everyone trembled as they looked behind them with wide eyes. They felt their scalps go numb as goosebumps appeared all over their bodies.