By the time Qingyang Huan stepped out of the bright silver light, he had already come to another starry sky!

The world was gray, and there was a faint glow in the void, which was not the light of the stars, and when you looked in all directions, you could see hazy stone houses and rolling mountains.

There was no sun star above his head, not even a star, and the top of the sky was more like an endless dome.

"This ......"

In an instant, the surrounding void was full of decay, and the bloody qi surged towards his body, and this bloody qi had been so dense that it could even be said that it had already been blended with this heaven and earth.

Anyone who is under this starry sky is shrouded in this bloody aura.

"The Corpse Demon Clan is a dark race, and they are very disgusted by the blazing flames, not to mention the Sun Star, this is the real powerhouse with the supreme Dafa, covering this piece of heaven and earth, blocking the Sun Star, and turning into the most suitable treasure land for the reproduction of the Corpse Demon Clan. ”

What the!

Horror flashed in his eyes, what kind of realm was that, it really covered the sky and the sun, transformed a place, and really stole the power to change the sun.

"My strength can't cover your human race qi for too long, first find the ancestral land of this corpse demon tribe, the totem of the tribe is placed in the ancestral land, and the totem spirit derived from the totem will be annihilated, you are replacing it, you can be supported by a whole corpse demon tribe, which will be of unexpected help to you to condense the totem!"

Qing Yanghuan, who woke up, nodded, the place where he appeared was a valley, but unfortunately most of the ancient trees here were like dead trees, and no leaves had grown, and all of them were bare, making the whole valley very desolate.

And the entire valley is in the interior of this corpse demon clan, which means that he is surrounded by corpse demons, if he is accidentally discovered by the corpse demon warrior, then this will be his burial place.

The Black Fang Department is the name of this corpse demon clan!

With the help of the memories of the strong men of the Corpse Demon Clan intercepted by Desolate Venerable, Qingyang Huan easily stepped out of the valley, and did not even meet the warriors of the Corpse Demon Clan halfway.

Of course, this is also due to the different living habits of the corpse demon clan and the human race, the human tribe hunts the wilderness day and night to hunt resources and blood food, and the corpse demon tribe often falls into silence, absorbing the bloody qi that wanders in the void.

This also brought a lot of convenience to his movements, and after avoiding a few warriors of the Black Fang Clan, Qingyang Huan easily touched the ancestral land of this corpse demon tribe.

The dark red spar has been somewhat blackened, and the hall made of spar is not standing on the ground, but completely under the ground, and the gate is a huge hole, diagonally facing upwards, and the two carved dragon statues in front of the door are lying cross-legged, and the fierce eyes are glaring ahead.

"The tribal totem of the Black Fang Clan is in this dungeon?"

Looking at the dilapidated stone hall in front of him, Qing Yang Huan was a little incredulous, and at his feet lay two warriors of the Hague clan, with a little golden light piercing the center of his eyebrows.

"Let's go inside!"

Putting the two corpses into the bone pattern space, Qingyang Huan walked down the stone steps towards the bottom of the earth, and entered a dimly lit hall.

The aura in the hall was even darker and more decaying, and the rich bloody aura condensed into droplets of blood, constantly ticking and ticking.

The entire hall was all blood-colored, and next to the surrounding area where he was standing, there was a pool of blood, and there were all kinds of corpses floating in the blood pool, some belonging to fierce beasts, those of the same clan of corpse demons, and even floating corpses belonging to the human race.

"Who are you!"

In an instant, Qing Yanghuan's whole body was cold, and an indescribable horror exploded in his soul.

Gollum! Gollum!

The pool of blood that surrounded it began to tumble, and blood bubbles continued to bubble out, and finally in the undulating blood, a huge head stretched out. ’

"Dragon Tortoise!"

The huge turtle shell is imprinted with dense bone patterns, and each bone pattern flashes with a faint light, which makes the dragon turtle incomparably majestic.

"How can there be a dragon turtle here!"

I couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in my heart, and there was blood here, countless corpses and bones were piled up, and the smell of fish was like a tide, which was completely incompatible with the momentum of the dragon turtle, but let his spiritual sense permeate out, everything around him was extremely real!

"Arama!"

In an instant, the sword was held in Qingyang Huan's hand, and the golden war spear appeared, without the slightest hesitation, and suddenly the blood roared into the stone spear, and struck out towards the dragon turtle in front of him.

Thundered!

The roar in the sky exploded, and the scene in his eyes shattered like a mirror, and in his eyes was the position where he had just stepped into the main hall, and in the blood color around him, there was the figure of a dragon turtle.

"It's more than ten breaths faster than I expected!"

Qingyang Huan blasted open the illusion, and the voice of the desolate resonant sounded in his head, obviously such an environment could confuse him, but it could not confuse the desolate preaval, and even if it was something that could weave the illusion, it could not weave the existence of the desolate resonance.

"Totem?"

It was also at this moment that Qing Yanghuan reacted suddenly, he understood what the existence of weaving illusion for him was, it was the tribal totem of this corpse demon tribe!

At this moment, he carefully looked at this hidden stone hall underneath, except for the central earth, there were blood pools all around the hall, and the rest was empty, where was the existence of tribal totems.

"Foot?"

He looked at the earth under his feet, only to notice that the dark red ground was imprinted with bone patterns, intertwined with each other and looking a little chaotic, very similar to the bone patterns on the back of the dragon turtle that he saw in his eyes just now.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qingyang Huan sat cross-legged, the golden light flashing in his mind, and with his visualization, the golden murderer Ying Long gradually condensed.

Ying Long Totem!

Since this stone hall is the place where the totem of the corpse demon tribe is located, if you want to find out the totem, you will naturally use the totem to blast him out.

In a trance, Qingyang Huan fell into a strange time and space again.

"Who are you!"

An ethereal voice sounded, and this time it was an old turtle with a black head covered in sarcoma, with a high bulge on its shell, and a hideous and ugly face

This is the tribal totem of the Black Fang tribe!

An old turtle!

"The one who replaces you!"

Qingyang snorted coldly, at this moment his voice was like thunder, turning into a golden Ying Dragon, standing opposite the ugly old turtle.

"The totemic spirit that has just begun to condense wants to replace me, even if it is a great murderer, it is also wishful thinking!"

The old turtle opened its mouth, but it made people feel hideous and terrifying.

Roar!

The golden dragon roared and pounced towards the old turtle, and the golden figure stepped down like a god, but the old turtle shrank and burrowed into the turtle's shell, and did not come forward at all.