My peerless Martial Emperor was exposed by a beautiful apprentice!

Chapter 149 Ancestral Artifact, Divine Sand Pot!

Ling Chen didn't bother to pay attention to it at all, didn't bother to answer, his body moved, and he jumped down from the white-eyed demon ape.

The blood of those ten corpses had been swallowed up by him.

Immediately after seeing, the ten corpses turned into yellow sand at the same time, merging with the sand of this desert.

"Why?" Seeing that Ling Chen still hadn't responded to himself after landing on the ground, the Sand Clan youth spoke again.

With a movement of the Shayue Black Sword in Ling Chen's hand, it directly stabbed towards his head.

"Ah! No! You haven't told me yet!" The Sand Clan youth shouted frantically, but he didn't get the answer he wanted, and his face was full of unwillingness.

"Pfft!" As if piercing through a layer of window paper, the sharp evil moon pierced directly into his head.

The roar stopped abruptly.

The young man of the Sand Clan was dead, but his eyes were still wide open, as if he was dying.

Shayue twitched back, Ling Chen thought again, yellow blood spurted from the forehead of that corpse.

In the end, the blood was drained from this corpse, and like other Sand Clan members, it turned into yellow sand, leaving only the strangely shaped sand pot lying quietly on the ground.

Ling Chen's left hand was clawed, and the sand pot immediately flew into his palm. He looked carefully and sensed it carefully.

This sand pot is not like other profound weapons, which are divided into grades. This pot does not sense the grades, but it reveals a strange and mysterious power.

There was a slight tremor, and immediately, yellow sand danced all over his body, getting more and more violent.

Ling Chen manipulated again, and all the yellow sand dispersed in an instant and fell to the ground one after another.

One piece, a treasure that can manipulate sand and soil. Those Sand Clan members are not strong, but relying on this thing, they dare to stop the white-eyed demon ape.

However, even though Ling Chen could make the yellow sand dance just now with this sand pot, it couldn't reach the power of those sand clansmen.

It can be said that it is incomparable at all, but it is just mobilizing ordinary sand and dust.

"Here you are." Ling Chen threw the sand pot on the shoulder of the white-eyed demon ape, and then threw it at the dead bone of Ming Sha.

It is born with supernatural powers of the earth, and the yellow sand of the desert is also the power of the earth. In fact, the dead bones of the underworld can also be manipulated.

With this sand pot, let it try and see if it can activate a stronger force.

The dead bones of Ming Sha originally wanted to fly down to devour the energy and spirit of those Sand Clan people, but now seeing the sand pot falling, two small black bone claws moved to catch the sand pot, and then hugged it in their arms.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Ling Chen sensed something, and the evil moon in his hand slashed out towards the sandy ground in front of him.

A mammoth and terrifying blood-colored sword light slashed down angrily, "Boom!" The ground shook violently, leaving a hideous sword mark.

"Squeak!" Immediately, under the sand, a shrill, mouse-like cry sounded continuously.

Ling Chen's hands didn't stop moving, and then violently slashed, left, right, and rear...

Scary blood-colored sword lights burst out wildly, "Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"

In the sand, shrill screams like mice continued to be heard.

"This should be the Ratmen, who hide in the ground all year round and are best at sneak attacks." Zhao Qi, who was on the white-eyed demon ape, said to Ling Chen immediately after hearing those cries.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" At this moment, the white-eyed demon ape also moved, and its feet moved violently, sending out bursts of violent force.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" The shouts became more frequent. It seemed that many ratmen were shocked to death by the white-eyed demon ape.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Mingsha withered bones, using his power of the earth.

I saw ground thorns condensed with yellow sand violently stabbing out of the sand.

And each ground thorn carries a body!

Rat-headed human body!

"Sure enough, it's the Ratmen!" Zhao Qi shouted when she saw it.

The dead bones of Mingsha flew towards the corpses. Although Ling Chen hadn't opened the blood moon god's eyes, the power of the god's eyes was activated again and began to devour the blood of the rat people.

Gradually, the screams gradually fell silent, and the dead bones of Mingsha flew into the ground, and also shuttled through the sand.

"Boom boom boom boom!" The sand rioted again.

Ling Chen and the white-eyed demon ape slowly stopped attacking, and finally, the dead bones of Mingsha also flew out from the sand.

Rat people, those who die die, those who flee.

They traveled across the land, and there were so many of them, even if the dead bones of the underworld fell into the ground, it would be too late to kill them all.

In just this moment, this sandy land is a mess.

Especially the ferocious sand thorns are shocking.

"Let's go." Ling Chen said, with a movement of his body, he flew high and flew back to the white-eyed demon ape.

The dead bones of the underworld also fell down, and the demon ape rioted again, flying wildly in the southern desert, shuttling through the wind and sand.

……

"Zhizhi, Zhizhi, a ruthless man came to the Southern Desert, killed the prince of the Sand Clan, and took away the Sand Pot, the ancestor artifact of the Sand Clan!"

Soon, a piece of news spread among all the tribes in the Southern Desert.

"The ancestor artifact of the Sand Clan was taken?"

"That's an extraordinary thing. The Sand Clan has relied on this ancestral artifact to roam our Southern Desert for so many years."

"What kind of human race is that?"

"According to the rat people, that human race is riding a fifth-order monster, the White-eyed Demon Ape, and that Demon Ape is particularly ferocious!"

"There is another evil little skeleton that can travel through the earth!"

……

"The human race has invaded our Southern Desert, all our races should unite and kill the human race!"

The king of the Sand Clan began to send his people to call on all the tribes.

As a result, no one group responded in the Southern Wilderness Desert.

"Ah! My son! My Clan God Sand Pot!"

When the people of the tribe reciprocated their attitudes, the King of the Sand Clan roared angrily at the yellow sand in the sky.

"These cowardly fellows! Cowards! They are all cowards! Vomit!"

Under the rage, King Sand's body trembled violently, and a mouthful of bright yellow blood spat out from his mouth.

"Lord King!"

"Lord King!"

……

Southern Territory, that hall shrouded in holy radiance.

In the main hall, there is an old and dilapidated green lamp suspended. This lamp is the Heavenly Soul Lamp.

Below, stood an ancient altar, and ten old men in white robes stood around the altar.

The two hands made a formula, the seals changed wildly, hand shadows flashed continuously, and all the old faces were full of incomparably dignified and solemn expressions.

The strong Emperor Wu floated in mid-air coldly, looking down, a look of tension appeared on that majestic face at this moment.

The Heavenly Soul Lamp hides the soul of his son Axiu, and now these ten old men are all hired by him at a high price to reshape the physical body for Axiu, and then introduce the soul in the lamp.

This is an extremely crucial ceremony. If there is a slight mistake, Ashura's soul may be shattered. At this point, it will be wiped out, and the god-level existence will be hard to save.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Under the mysterious power of the ten old men, the altar shook slightly.

(End of this chapter)