For the next period of time, Yang Mucheng continued to wander among the ancient tombs.

As for Yu Yao, there are a few people.

Yang Mucheng let them stay in an abandoned cave, after all, their strength can no longer keep up with the next battle, even if they follow Yang Mucheng again, it will not play a role, but will be like dragging him back.

Ah Xiannu and the war slave were simple, and they directly entered the Moment Order, together with Yang Mucheng. Since the war slaves are the companion pets of the Immortals, they are all able to reside in the Moment Order, use some of the abilities of the Moment Order, and all the souls that enter the Moment Order will become nourishment to improve their strength. Of course, if you have been in a state of 'temporary residence', you can't.

A few days.

Although Yang Mucheng also encountered several battles large and small, when he rushed over, he found that the battles were over.

Meantime.

He also found that some of the weak people in the ancient tomb had been completely eliminated, and most of the remaining ones were powerful existences.

These people all have more or less seven or eight tokens in their hands, and even more than a dozen tokens, and they have all entered the cave once or twice. Of the original 128 people, there are less than a dozen left.

"In the whole ancient tomb, all the people are like big fish eating small fish, and small fish eating shrimp!"

"Only the strongest will survive!"

Yang Mucheng narrowed his eyes.

Of course.

There are also those who choose to join forces in this group of remaining people.

The most significant was the small team led by a red-haired old man, who was wearing a big red robe, and his cultivation had reached the late stage of Shinto, which was comparable to the three pythons. Among his team, there are four people, three men and one woman, all of whom have reached Shinto cultivation. Throughout the tomb, there is a frenzied hunt for other characters.

In the cave sky, most of the treasures have also fallen into the hands of these people.

But.

In order to resist the red-haired old man's team, the other people in the ancient tomb also organized themselves for a while, forming another team.

These two teams are fighting frantically.

The red-haired old man's team, although small in number, is strong in strength. The other team, although it was more numerous, was forced to form an organization and did not work together, so it suffered a lot in the repeated battles. In order to resist the red-haired old man, the other team could only find 'scattered people' like Yang Mucheng who had not joined any organization in the ancient tomb, and strive to win him over.

Yang Mucheng watched the play with peace of mind.

He didn't want to join either team.

Because.

As a former ruler, he naturally knew the purpose of these people. You are in a high position, you only need to move your mouth, and naturally there will be people below who will work for you. is like the red-haired old man, every time he gives an order, the three men and one woman under him will work hard for him, but as a result, most of the sweetness is taken up by the red-haired old man.

As for the other team, it is disheartened, and everyone thinks about themselves. Even if the number of people is redundant with the other party, it is useless, but it is squeezed by the other party and there is no room for survival.

It was when these two sides were fighting to the death.

Yang Mucheng finally seized an opportunity.

this day.

As usual, he was wandering among the tombs when suddenly an astonishing aura erupted in the distance.

"It's a battle!"

Yang Mucheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately swept forward.

When his body was still in mid-air, he had already reflected all the situations on the battlefield in his mind.

It was one of the men and one of the women in the red-haired old man's team who shot it.

The male is called Sun Yijian. The sword eyebrows are starry-eyed, the body is straight, and there is a fierce meaning in the eyes.

The female, called Zhao Dongyu, was born delicate and beautiful, and was a rare beauty.

Now.

These two people suppressed the six or seven people of the other team.

Especially that Zhao Dongyu, although he was born beautiful, but he was a snake and scorpion, an old man who wanted to escape was directly slashed by her scimitar, cut his waist in two, and he didn't even scream, he was already completely dead.

"Take it out!"

Zhao Dongyu spread out his palms with a smile and said to the group of bloodless warriors in front of him: "I have wasted three or four days on your group of wastes, if you know each other, take out the token early, I can still give you a good time." Otherwise, believe it or not, I'll put you to death one by one!"

"Zhao Dongyu, you femme fatale!"

In the crowd, a young man roared angrily, and he looked at Zhao Dongyu's gaze, full of anger.

Originally.

The two of them entered this ancient tomb, and they also swore an oath. But when the one hundred and twenty-eight tokens appeared, all the warriors were competing to fight, but Zhao Dongyu relied on his beauty to climb up to Sun Yijian and become his woman. Now, Zhao Dongyu is following Sun Yijian and doing things for the red-haired old man.

"Zhao Dongyu, who is he?" Sun Yijian saw some clues in the young man's eyes, and said in displeasure.

"Just a piece of shit! Compared to you, he doesn't even have the right to lift your shoes. Zhao Dongyu said to Sun Yijian with a flattering face, and was relieved to see that Sun Yijian no longer asked, and the next moment her voice raised sharply, and said in a cold tone: "I'll give you one last chance, whether to hand over the token or not......

Everyone looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

Do they still have a choice?

The old man who was killed by Zhao Dongyu before was the strongest existence in their team. The rest of them don't have the strength to resist at all, so they can only be honest.

"The token is here!" Sun Yijian got the token, and a hint of pride flashed in his eyes. "The host will be very happy when he finds out......"

"Brother Sun, these people?" Zhao Dongyu asked in a low voice.

"Naturally, I killed ......," Sun Yijian said coldly.

However.

As soon as Sun Yijian's words fell, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a delicate figure not far away, wearing a black robe and walking towards his location.

His thoughts flickered, and a look of doubt appeared on his face.

Because he doesn't remember seeing such a person.

The people on the other side also looked at Yang Mucheng with strange faces. In this way, a dozen or so people watched the young man who came with his hands and bare hands coming to his side and to this tense battlefield.

"You ......"

Sun Yijian didn't know the origin of the other party, so he asked cautiously.

Under the incomprehensible gaze of the crowd, Yang Mucheng grinned and said a sentence that made everyone faint.

"Hand over the token, I'll spare you two from dying!"

(End of chapter)