C840 Collapse

As soon as Shen Lang entered this magma chamber, his eyes were immediately attracted by the huge golden wings, and his face was filled with shock.

"What's that?" When he felt the astonishing aura coming from the golden wings, his eyes immediately filled with greed.

But after that, he saw Lee Zhuohua and the others, and the expression on his face became ferocious once again.

"Lee Zhuohua!" Shen Lang roared as his body turned into a ray of light and rushed towards Lee Zhuohua.

"Hmm?" Lee Zhuohua and the others looked over when they heard the sound and found that it was actually Shen Lang. They were all curious as to how he came in. Wasn't he the Almighty? Could it be that the restriction outside the burial ground had been broken?

Among them, The Mad Demon's expression was especially solemn. Because the two seniors in his clan were outside, and now that Shen Lang was here, it meant that his seniors were in danger.

"Slash your own cultivation?" Lee Zhuohua could sense Shen Lang's current state through his aura, and his eyes slightly narrowed.

Shen Lang crazily rushed towards Lee Zhuohua, but Lee Zhuohua did not have the intention of retreating. If Shen Lang was still at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, Lee Zhuohua naturally wouldn't be standing here like this. But now, the other party was at the same cultivation realm as him, so Lee Zhuohua was not afraid of him.

"Fifth Sword." Lee Zhuohua let out a low shout. Thirteen sword qi instantly appeared and attacked Shen Lang.

A black miasma spread out from Shen Lang's body and wrapped around him. He faced Lee Zhuohua in the air.

Perhaps it was because he had not changed his mind about his cultivation realm dropping, but Shen Lang did not think that Lee Zhuohua was a match for him. Right now, he only had one thought in his mind, which was to kill Lee Zhuohua and the others here, obtain the inheritance of the Golden Roc Heavenly Monarch, and then leave this place.

When Shen Lang collided with Lee Zhuohua's thirteen sword qi, his expression immediately changed.

"What the hell is going on?" Shen Lang was surprised to find that he was unable to break through the seal of Lee Zhuohua's sword qi. At the same time, the sword qi was constantly attacking him.

It gave him a feeling that he was no match for Lee Zhuohua.

"Humph," Lee Zhuohua snorted and waved his right hand repeatedly. The thirteen pure white sword qi kept dancing in the air, attacking Shen Lang from all kinds of tricky angles.

"Damn it!" Seeing that he couldn't do anything to Lee Zhuohua, Shen Lang immediately became angry out of embarrassment. The strength in his body completely erupted.

"Bam." He grabbed one of the sword qi and crushed it.

When Lee Zhuohua saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly. Under his control, the shattered sword qi was restored. At the same time, it brushed past Shen Lang's cheek and scratched his face.

"Hua."

A string of blood rolled down from Shen Lang's face.

At this moment, the golden wings seemed to have noticed something and suddenly flapped. A dense Qi quickly spread out and actually swept away the string of blood that rolled down Shen Lang's face and threw it at the figure on the throne.

The change in the golden wing made the two of them stop what they were doing. They felt that there was something strange about the golden wing.

"Boom..."

A loud drumbeat sounded from the throne, as if something was about to revive.

"What's going on?" The Mad Demon and the others looked at the throne in confusion.

"Dong ..."

The sound of the drum seemed to be that of a heartbeat. When they thought of this, everyone stared at the figure on the throne with horrified expressions.

At this time, a massive aura was brewing on that figure. The entire small space started to tremble under the pressure of this aura.

"Boom."

At this moment, the sky started to collapse and the earth started to split apart. The entire small space seemed like it was going to be destroyed.

"Not good, this place is going to collapse," Wang Faang exclaimed after realizing the situation.

However, the others were not moved. Their attention was focused on the figure on the throne, as if they were looking at something.

"Impossible, how could this be possible?" Shen Lang looked at the figure on the throne and continued to retreat.

Lee Zhuohua was also frowning as he looked at the imposing figure. He could clearly feel that there was a rich life force slowly rising in that body.

"Was the Golden Roc Heavenly Monarch still alive?" The Mad Demon suddenly said as if she had understood something.

The moment he said that, everyone was stunned and felt that it was inconceivable. How could a person who should have died a long time ago be revived?

Could it be that this was not the burial ground of the Golden Roc Heavenly Monarch? Instead, it was a place that he had left behind for his own resurrection?

Lee Zhuohua and the others' thoughts kept flying, and at this moment, Lee Zhuohua thought of the young man from the Treasure Seeking Conference that day.

"It's him?" Lee Zhuohua seemed to have understood something and quickly descended from the sky, arriving beside The Mad Demon and the others.

At this moment, Shen Lang's face was filled with disbelief. He could not believe what he was seeing, so he just stood there in midair.

"Let's go. It doesn't matter if the Golden Roc Heavenly Monarch is still alive, this small space can't withstand this pressure anymore. It can collapse at any time." Lee Zhuohua said quickly.

Hearing that, The Mad Demon and the others were slightly stunned, but then they understood, and followed Lee Zhuohua back to the place they came in.

Although they had all come for the inheritance of the Golden Roc Heavenly Monarch, the situation in front of their eyes made them realize that the Burial Ground was not as simple as it seemed. Compared to those treasures, their own lives were more important.

Lee Zhuohua and the others ignored Shen Lang and rushed out of the stone door.

Shen Lang was still staring at the figure on the throne in a daze.

After Lee Zhuohua and the others left, the figure on the throne moved, and actually stood up just like that. The huge golden wings seemed to be summoned, quickly descending and stopping behind the figure, making it look extremely magnificent.

"No, that's impossible." Shen Lang still could not believe it.

At this time, the small space could no longer bear the aura of the throne.

"Boom!"

The sky began to fall off piece by piece, and magma continued to pour out of the ground. It was as if the end of the world had arrived.

The figure on the throne slowly opened his eyes. His golden pupils were revealed, and his eyes were cold and emotionless.

He seemed to have noticed Shen Lang's presence. With a flap of his wings, he appeared in front of Shen Lang and grabbed him by the neck.

"Ugh..." Shen Lang looked at the person in front of him in shock and fear, his hands struggling non-stop. He knew very well that the person in front of him was the Golden Roc Heavenly Monarch.

"The bloodline of the Wolf Clan? Hehe." The Golden Roc Heavenly Monarch chuckled. He did not expect to see the people of the Wolf Clan the moment he woke up, and it instantly reminded him of what had happened back then.

His face went cold as he thought of what had happened.

"Kacha."

He crushed Shen Lang's throat. The genius of the Wolf Clan had died just like that.

"Boom!"

The small space collapsed a step further. When Lee Zhuohua and the others arrived at the empty space, a loud noise came from the stone door behind them, and a chaotic aura surged out of the stone door.

"Get out of here, the collapse has already spread to this place." Lee Zhuohua said in a deep voice, and flew away with The Mad Demon and the others.