Lin Tian wanted to decline politely. He did not want to trouble others, and there was no need to trouble others. However, Fan Yingxiong was too enthusiastic. He also said that he wanted to explore the ancient ruins and experience it. In the end, he had to give up and agree to go with Fan Yingxiong.
"When are we going? I'll prepare. "
Fan Yingxiong was a little excited.
Lin Tian gazed into the distance, pondered for a moment, and said, "I want to move out right now."
The Sword Soul Fragment was too important to him. Now that he had heard that a young paragon from the various clans who could kill a half-step Great Dao expert had crossed over, he naturally couldn't sit here peacefully. It wouldn't be good if something unexpected happened.
In the end, the other strong men of the Barbarian Tribe nodded. After reporting to the old chief, they agreed to let Fan Yingxiong go.
"Let's go, Brother Lin. I'm ready!"
Fan Yingxiong changed his clothes into a black beast skin coat. He looked like an ancient warrior.
"Okay."
Lin Tiandao.
After saying that, he nodded to the other strong men of the small Barbarian Tribe and immediately strode out.
"Uncle, old chief, we'll be back soon!"
Fan Yingxiong said.
The two walked out of the small tribe together and soared into the sky, flying toward the mountain in the north.
At this moment, the sky was not really bright, and the stars were still bright.
Lin Tian and Fan Yingxiong went together. After about half a day, they finally crossed the mountain in the north and appeared on the other side of the mountain. As far as the eye could see, there was a canyon in the distance. Wisps of grayish-black mist floated out from it and lingered in the surroundings. At this time, many cultivators had gathered outside the canyon, and all of them had extraordinary vitality.
"It's over there!" Fan Yingxiong pointed in that direction, but then he felt a little strange and muttered, "But, it's a little strange. I used to come here often, but I've never seen such a canyon."
"When you came here before, there should be a powerful restriction around the canyon. Coincidentally, that restriction was broken recently, so it was discovered by other experts."
Lin Tian analyzed.
Fan Yingxiong thought about it and felt that Lin Tian made a lot of sense.
"Let's go in."
Lin Tiandao.
It was unknown how long the seven-colored divine light had been open for. Many people had walked in, and he didn't want to delay.
Fan Yingxiong nodded and strode forward beside Lin Tian.
Soon, the two of them were close to each other.
When he got closer, Lin Tian found that there were about two hundred people surrounding this place. However, they all seemed a little angry because there were more than ten powerful Ant Tribe cultivators standing in front of the canyon, blocking other cultivators from entering the canyon.
"My clan's little king has gone inside. You are not allowed to disturb my clan's little king's treasure hunt!"
The leading Ant Tribe cultivator spoke arrogantly.
The other Ant Race cultivators sneered. Their eyes were sinister as they stared at everyone present. The swords and sabers in their hands flickered with cold light.
"I'll kill whoever takes a step forward."
The leading Ant Tribe cultivator said.
"Yes!"
"Understood!"
"Understood. Whoever dares to come forward will be chopped into minced meat and swallowed."
The group of Ant Tribe cultivators said coldly.
Many cultivators surrounded this place and glared at the group of Ant Tribe cultivators. However, they didn't dare to say anything. Most of them were itinerant cultivators. They didn't have any forces backing them. Those who had forces backing them were only from small clans. They were far from being comparable to large clans like the Ant Tribe, so they didn't dare to provoke them.
"I advise you to get lost. Don't try to enter the ancient ruins. You're not qualified. The ruins behind you belong to the little king of the Ant Tribe!" The leading Ant Tribe cultivator looked at the crowd and laughed eerily. "I'll give you ten breaths of time. Now, leave. If you don't leave after ten breaths of time, we'll personally send you to hell."
The group of cultivators was shocked and angry. Although many of them were stronger than the Ant Tribe cultivators here, they still didn't dare to do anything because they were afraid of offending the entire Ant Tribe. Many of them shook their heads and retreated angrily, ready to leave this place.
"That bunch of bastards!"
Fan Yingxiong, who was next to Lin Tian, glared at them. The Barbarian Tribe and the Ant Tribe had always been on bad terms. Previously, a few tribesmen from a small tribe were almost killed by the Ant Tribe. Now that he saw the Ant Tribe cultivators who were so arrogant and despotic, Fan Yingxiong couldn't stand it. He took a step forward and punched the leading Ant Tribe cultivator.
"Boom!"
The powerful punch caused the entire void to rumble.
The leading Ant Tribe cultivator obviously didn't expect that someone would dare to attack him in this place. Moreover, the power was so terrifying. He immediately retreated and shouted sternly, "How dare you …"
"Die!"
Fan Yingxiong was an honest and straightforward person. However, when he saw the Ant Tribe cultivator, his face was filled with killing intent and his fist was even stronger.
With a poof, the leading Ant Tribe cultivator was smashed into a bloody mist by Fan Yingxiong.
"This …"
Some of the cultivators around were shocked.
"Is this … a Barbarian?"
"What a strong physical body!"
"That punch just now … it's simply … simply …"
Many people were shocked.
There were many other Ant Tribe cultivators outside the canyon. When they saw Fan Yingxiong kill their leader on the spot, all of them changed their expressions. The power of that punch seemed to be able to shatter everything, causing the Ant Tribe cultivators to panic.
"Barbarian?! Our young Supreme Master is in the valley. How dare you barge in here? You … you're courting death! "
Some Ant Tribe cultivators roared, but they were retreating. They were no longer as arrogant as before. They were all shocked by Fan Yingxiong's punch just now.
Fan Yingxiong glared at the group of Ant Tribe cultivators.
"Hurry up. Don't waste time with them."
Lin Tian stepped forward and said calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a supreme sword appeared in his hand. He waved it casually, and the Thunder Flame Sword Ray shot into the sky.
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
Blood splashed everywhere. In front of the canyon, all the Ant Tribe cultivators died. They didn't even have time to scream.
"Let's go."
He said to Fan Yingxiong, put away his long sword, and stepped into the canyon.
Fan Yingxiong nodded and spat at the bloody corpses of the Ant Tribe cultivators on the ground. He also stepped into the canyon.
"This …"
"That burly young man is an expert of the Barbarian Tribe. He has never been on good terms with the Ant Tribe. But, then, what about that handsome young man? He actually dared to attack the Ant Tribe like this. Isn't he afraid of the Ant Tribe's revenge? "
"That sword strike just now was terrifying!"
"He killed all of them with one sword strike. These Ant Tribe cultivators are all in the Airborne Realm!"
"Could it be that he's also an expert of a large clan?!"
Many people were shocked.
However, the shock on their faces soon disappeared, and they were all pleasantly surprised. Because at this time, all the Ant Tribe cultivators who were guarding outside the canyon to prevent them from moving forward were all killed. They could rush into the canyon and enter the ancient ruins that had been discovered. Entering that place, they might be able to obtain a heaven-defying opportunity.
"Let's go!"
Someone said. Instantly, the crowd rushed into the canyon like a swarm of bees, rushing towards the ancient ruins inside.
…
Lin Tian stepped into the canyon. At first, he could see some simple plants, but gradually, as he and Fan Yingxiong went deeper into the canyon, no green plants could be seen on the ground. Even dead trees could not be seen. The ground became a little red, and more grayish-black mist intertwined in the air. Moreover, the air became a little cold.
Lin Tian gradually frowned. This place was a little ominous.
"Be careful."
He said to Fan Yingxiong.
"Don't worry. If gods come, we'll kill gods. If demons come, we'll kill demons!"
Fan Yingxiong was very bold.
Lin Tianyi smiled and did not say anything. He continued to walk forward.
At this time, they had already truly entered the so-called ancient ruins. The ground around them had become even redder. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, they saw large rocks that were about three meters tall. They were scattered all over the place, like a stone forest.
Not long after stepping into the stone forest, many cultivator corpses appeared on the ground. Next to them were the corpses of several other humanoid creatures. They had fangs in their mouths and green scales on their bodies. They were intertwined with a strong murderous aura. Their foreheads were all pierced.
"Yaksha."
A ray of light flashed in Lin Tian's eyes.
Yaksha was a powerful monster. Even the weakest one could kill a powerful cultivator at the fourth heaven of the Ascension Immortal Realm. He encountered a few of them in the God Burial Mountain of the third heaven. At that time, those yakshas killed countless cultivators above the sixth heaven of the Ascension Immortal Realm. Later, they were surrounded and killed by a group of powerhouses. But now, there were several corpses of such monsters lying quietly in this place, and all of them had a bloody hole between their eyebrows. Their corpses were intact. Obviously, they were all killed by a single blow.
In this case, the person who killed them was a little terrifying.
"There is a special monster power of the Ant Clan remaining near the eyebrows of these yakshas. It should be the work of the young supreme master of this clan." Fan Yingxiong clenched his fists.
Lin Tian naturally noticed this, and a faint light flashed in his eyes.
"Let's continue to move forward."
He said.
Without hesitation, he stepped into the depths of the ancient ruins again with Fan Yingxiong.
After walking for a long time, the sound of fighting came from the front.
Lin Tian and Fan Yingxiong approached and looked up. There were many cultivators in front of them, and four of them were fighting for a fist-sized jade.
"The jade belongs to me!"
A young man in black armor was surrounded by black light, and his eyes were cold.
"Humph!"
A red-haired young man snorted coldly, raised his big hand, and a bloody light flashed.
"The jade belongs to whoever is the strongest!"
A green-haired young man laughed sinisterly, making people feel cold just by looking at him.
At the same time, a young man in black clothes also made a move. Dark shadows and killing lights intertwined between his five fingers, fighting for the jade.
The combat strength of these four people was terrifying, which made some other cultivators who came here feel terrified. Many people retreated, fearing that they would be involved in the battle of these four powerhouses.
Lin Tian came here and learned the identities of these four people from the discussion of some cultivators. The black-armored young man was the young supreme master of the Ant Clan, the red-haired young man was the young supreme master of the Blood Wolf Clan, the green-haired young man was the young supreme master of the Insect Clan, and the black-shirted young man was the young supreme master of the Dark Shadow Clan.
The jade that the four of them were fighting for had already gained intelligence. It was a divine material for refining divine weapons, and its value was immeasurable.
Staring at these four people, Lin Tian's eyes flashed. These four people were indeed very strong. The weakest of them was at the seventh heaven of the Reaching Immortal Realm, which made him feel pressured.
"Hmm?" Suddenly, the young supreme master of the Ant Clan looked over, and his cold eyes fell on Lin Tian and Fan Yingxiong. "You have the smell of my clan's blood on you!"
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