Fantasy: I can pick up attributes and become stronger

Chapter 450, Competing for Inheritance

Those men behind him rushed forward one after another.

Facing the mountain wall, he rushed up.

A faint green brilliance emerged from their bodies.

Pieces of crystal clear crystals fell from the sky.

fell on the mountain wall.

"Crack!"

Cracks suddenly appeared on the extremely hard mountain wall.

Immediately afterwards, a bead the size of a fist appeared in front of everyone!

"That is……"

"Pearl of Immortality?"

Almost everyone was stunned.

This bead exudes an incomparably bright green awn.

On it, there are countless lines flowing.

Vaguely, it seemed that one could hear countless roars of howling ghosts and wolves.

"As expected of the treasure left by Patriarch Xuanming."

"Just these halos are enough for us to break through to the holy rank!"

"kill!"

Greedy looks appeared on their faces.

"Shh!"

At this moment, a sword energy, extremely fierce, struck directly at him!

"clang!"

Sparks splash.

A martial artist was sent flying out.

The surface of his body suddenly became scorched!

"who!"

he shouted.

"Hmph, I will follow the order of the sect to punish the rebels!"

With that said, a group of people rushed into the forest in unison.

"court death!"

The commander of the undead clan was furious.

With the spear in his hand, he stabbed straight out.

"boom!"

The void trembled.

A black shadow was instantly thrown away.

He fell heavily to the ground.

It was pitch black.

It was the undead warrior.

"Hahahaha!"

Xuan Ning laughed wildly.

"That's right, you're all going to die!"

he shouted.

"This is the secret technique of our Xuanming Holy Land.

You will never understand how Patriarch Xuanming trained these undead warriors back then! "

"Only by constantly devouring the souls of other races can they gain energy and upgrade."

"Moreover, it needs to consume a lot of resources!"

"Our Xuanming Holy Land, the ancestors of the past dynasties, in the process of searching for his remains, too many people have fallen."

"His undead warrior is getting stronger and stronger!"

"As for us, we are sitting in the dark to reap the benefits of the fisherman."

Xuan Ning shouted proudly.

At this moment, his body has begun to slowly condense.

A warrior of the undead race.

As long as there is a drop of blood that has never been consumed.

They can replenish it by devouring the power of blood!

Therefore, his body began to recover continuously.

"You trash, dare to stop me, you are looking for death!"

The undead warrior roared angrily.

His palms are stretched.

Grabbed towards that martial artist.

"boom!"

in a loud noise.

That martial artist had no time to react.

He just held it in his hand and kneaded it casually.

And the other side.

Xuan Ning has almost recovered.

In his eyes, there was a glint of resentment.

"Xuanming Holy Land is absolutely not allowed to be violated by anyone!"

"Since you are not willing to let me go, then let's die!"

He grinned grimly.

"Crash-"

Behind him, on the stone wall of the secret room, endless runes appeared.

These runes are constantly rotating.

Countless vortices are formed.

"Boom!"

Earth shakes.

A powerful and unparalleled force spurted violently out of those vortices.

"what--"

Those warriors gathered around the altar screamed in an instant, being sucked in by these vortexes.

Their bodies flew into the air involuntarily.

Then, it turned into a blood mist.

crushed by vortex.

Only the divine thoughts remained, absorbed on those runes, turned into countless light spots, and merged into the center of the altar!

"boom!"

An unimaginable power.

Suddenly, it spread out from above the altar.

Then, within Xuan Ning's eyebrows, a strange light suddenly lit up.

On his forehead, a weird totem looms.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Patriarch Xuanming, finally awakened!"

Xuan Ning roared excitedly.

"No matter what price you pay, this altar must be destroyed!"

In his eyes, there was a look of madness.

The whole person became hideous.

"Boom!"

In the sky, dark clouds rolled, and thunder and lightning flashed!

The entire continent was shaking violently.

As if it was about to collapse.

Patriarch Xuanming finally woke up!

Countless strong men all looked up at the sky.

They were horrified.

"God, what happened?"

"Why does it feel like the end is coming?"

"I feel an unparalleled powerful force brewing."

"What a terrifying coercion."

They muttered to themselves.

At the same time, a pair of eyes looked towards the surface of the sea.

I saw that the originally magnificent ocean was calm and without waves at this moment.

The sea water was even covered with thick frost.

"Could it be a tsunami?"

Someone asked suspiciously.

"impossible."

Someone shook his head and said.

"Although the waves are ferocious, they are definitely not of such power."

"Unless, there is something on the bottom of the sea that erupted."

"This time, the people on the island will suffer..."

They shook their heads and sighed.

However, in the depths of their eyes, there was a look of gloating.

After all, this is a restricted area.

The more people die, the longer they can live.

"Roar!"

The waves are surging.

A series of shrill screams resounded through the sky.

Those guards were all stunned.

"This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible..."

They couldn't believe it.

Among the Xuanming Holy Land, the most mysterious undead army.

This time, it actually appeared!

And, over the ocean, wreaks havoc.

"Bang bang bang!"

The waves crashed.

Everything on the coast is involved in it.

"what--"

A warrior, amidst howling, was sucked into the waves.

Then, their bodies were torn into pieces.

Flesh and blood flew.

And those warriors with weaker strength also fled one after another.

Here, it will soon become a purgatory!

"Run away!"

Xuan Ning couldn't care less about his injury.

He led the guards and fled desperately to the outside of the cave.

They knew that this was the manifestation of Patriarch Xuanming.

The existence of the undead is simply not something they can contend with.

These people, in front of the undead clan, are like ants, extremely vulnerable.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?"

Those warriors shouted in horror.

They are running in the waves.

However, he couldn't run out at all.

They are getting farther and farther away from the cave.

And those disciples of Xuanming Holy Land stood in place.

He stared helplessly at the guards.

Struggling in the waves, being crushed into blood mud.

"Senior brother Xuan Ning, save us..."

They screamed horribly.

It's a pity that Xuan Ning has no spare energy to deal with them.

At this time, he must ensure his own safety.