Every bamboo in the purple bamboo forest was emitting a purple divine light. There were also some golden veined patterns on the surface, making them look extremely extraordinary. &)

However, at this moment, Wei Suo and the others didn't even have the intention to investigate the purple bamboo. All of their gazes were focused on the enormous indigo corpse.

This large indigo corpse was lying in a huge pit, as if it had fallen from a high alt.i.tude, and had finally perished here.

This was the corpse of a true thirty-two-armed elder of the Wasteland Race. Even though he had fallen into a pit with his back to the ground, he was still several zhang tall.

Although they had always heard Ling Long Tian talk about the 32 Armed Race Supreme Elder, seeing him in person was still enough to make everyone feel a chill down their spines.

32 arms held horizontally in various positions in the air, exuding an indescribable sense of terror.

Although its ma.s.sive body had already become completely dark, like rotten wood, without the slightest mana fluctuations, it still gave off a suffocating pressure, even Wei Suo was no exception.

Only when faced with the corpse of an almighty being whose cultivation base was far higher than his own would he have such a feeling.

"d.a.m.n hooligan … "Is this guy really completely dead …" Han Weiwei looked at the gigantic indigo corpse and realized that her teeth were chattering uncontrollably the moment she spoke. Even her voice had changed.

"He should be dead. Don't come over yet, I'll just watch first. "

Wei Suo took a deep breath. With an extremely grave expression, he slowly swept towards that enormous indigo corpse.

The blood vitality and true essence inside the corpse of the thirty-two armed Wasteland expert had completely dried up and were completely devoid of any life force. Moreover, when Wei Suo's soul consciousness scanned the corpse for the first time, he had already discovered that the head of this thirty-two armed Wasteland expert had already cracked open.

However, this sort of thirty-two arm race supreme existence was at least at the Di Tian level. It completely exceeded his knowledge, so he didn't dare to underestimate them.

"Wait, let me go first. I have a way to make him die even if he fakes."

However, the Exquisite Heaven immediately pulled Wei s...o...b..ck, causing him to stay where he was. Then, he arrived in front of the corpse of the mighty elder of the Wasteland race, whose thirty-two arms had all sorts of strange postures.

"Sister Steel Teeth, do you want to gnaw him into pieces?" Perhaps it was because the Exquisite Heaven Fang's effect on Wei Suo was too profound, as every time he caught a drop of gold, it would crack open. Thus, at this moment, as he saw Ling Longtian descend upon the 32 Armed Barbarian Race Supreme Elders, Wei Suo could not help but be stunned.

"Idiot, shut up!" The Exquisite Heaven was originally flying well, but after hearing Wei Suo's words, it immediately swayed and fell down. After stabilizing its sound, Ling Tian could not wait to bite Wei Suo to death.

"Pfft!"

The grey bracelet in Ling Tian's hand emitted a gray light, which penetrated into the heart of the thirty-two powerful elders.

"Nangong Yuqing, you come over as well." After a dozen or so breaths, the Exquisite Heavens finally stopped activating the gray bracelet. Nangong Yuqing arrived at the corpse of the 32 Armed Barbarian Clan Supreme Elder by herself.

According to the Exquisite Heavens, this was the first time Nangong Yuqing used her true immortal powers after advancing to the True Immortal Realm. Just like the battle spirit formed by the last subconscious of Great Martingale, a divine ring formed by a pale yellow divine light appeared around Nangong Yuqing. A strange and ma.s.sive origin energy fluctuation rolled through the void.

"It should be fine." After a few more breaths of time, Ling Chantian, who had already dodged to the side, nodded her head and told Nangong Yuqing not to perform any more techniques.

"As expected, he is completely dead..." What a pity to be tortured like this even after death. " Wei Suo was also relieved, and he said this.

"Idiot, do you know how to speak?" Hearing Wei Suo's words, Ling Long's face darkened once more.

"I'm sorry, this thing is too scary. Words are not controlled by the brain." Wei Suo's figure flashed, and he and the rest of the group rushed into the Purple Bamboo Forest. They arrived above the corpse of the enormous thirty-two armed Barbarian Clan Supreme Elder.

"There's only one head. It doesn't seem to be the most powerful ancestor, but this body …" Wei Suo let out a breath of relief. He had been joking with Ling Long Tian when he flew over. However, when he arrived at the corpse of the four-armed old man, his scalp couldn't help but tingle with numbness.

This thirty-two armed elder's body was simply too huge. There were no other injuries on his body, only a long hole in the middle of his head. Just the long hole in the head was enough to fit Wei Suo inside!

Furthermore, the great elder of the Huanggu clan seemed to have died with grievances. He was now facing upwards, his mouth wide open to reveal fangs. His face was filled with malevolence, and his two eyes were glowing with a faint blue light. It was a terrifying sight.

Although there was no life on the corpse, giving off a feeling as if it had been dead for tens of thousands of years and had already rotted away like wood, the surface of the skin was still glistening with oil, as if there was a layer of divine iron on it.

"Pah!"

Wei Suo could not hold it in any longer, and he stretched out his foot to kick one of the thirty-two fearsome elders of the Wasteland Race.

"I …" His face immediately turned pale. Although his strength almost directly sent the corpse of the 32 Armed Race elder flying, his feet were like iron plates and the bones in his feet were about to crack open.

"Don't let yourself be humiliated." Ling Tian seemed to have expected this outcome and coldly snorted.

"After dying for so many years, how much stronger was he when he was alive?" Wei Suo silently shrank back. He knew that if his blood and true essence were to be replenished, the physical body of the 32 Armed Race Supreme Elders would definitely be even more tyrannical than they were now.

"Do you know this person?" After shrinking his leg, Wei Suo couldn't help but ask Ling Tian.

"I don't know the name, but it's very similar to one of the thirty-two powerful Berserkers from back then who appeared in the Northern Mang Battle Team." Ling Tian replied.

"What are you doing?!" After answering, Ling Long Tian couldn't help but cry out. This was because at this moment, Wei Suo had already rushed to the top of the head of a mighty elder from the Wasteland race. He had the feeling that he was going to dig into the hole of the skull and take a look. This made Ling Tian feel that Wei Suo was in the mood to make a joke at a time like this. It was extremely depressing.

"It's nothing. Let me see what actually killed this supreme being and see if there's any magical equipment within." There was no magic treasure, it was killed by a powerful force, and it actually faintly interweaved together to form a great dao pattern, directly changing the material inside the head of this great elder. It was as if a dao diagram had been carved into it, making the head of this great elder look like a piece of brain. When this wave of power struck down … the head of this mighty Elder of the Wasteland Race wouldn't have belonged to him. " Wei Suo didn't look up. He still stuck his head into the crack and peeked his head out. His tone sounded like he was having a fit.

"This …" Upon hearing Wei Suo's words, Ling Long Tian and the rest of the group immediately gathered around him. Looking inside, everyone's eyes were filled with amazement.

The inner core of this great elder's head was completely empty. The wound went all the way down to his throat, and the inner walls s.h.i.+ned with a crystalline l.u.s.ter. All of them had crystallized, and lines of strange lines had formed patterns on the inner walls, as if they were white bone discs with the shape of a large river on them.

"This is the result of the power of the six Yellow Springs Portraits of the White Bone Scorpion. It was killed by a Sect Leader from the Northern Mang!" At this moment, Ling Tian could not help but speak up. She no longer bickered with Wei Suo and her voice began to tremble once again.

"What cultivation does Bei Mang possess?" Wei Suo exhaled, blew a strand of hair off his forehead, and turned to ask.

"He's much stronger than the average Di Tian. The few Sect Leaders of Bei Mang are all figures that can fight against two or three Di Tian's." Ling Tian took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. At this moment, it was very clear that even if this place wasn't the final battleground of the highest ranked group, the top ranked group of the highest ranked individuals would definitely have a fierce battle here and would have many deaths.

"Too strong." Zhangsun Jing and company couldn't help but look at each other. Just like what Wei Suo had said, the flesh and blood inside the brain of this mighty elder from the Wasteland race had completely changed. At that time, the powerful strike had not only split the head of this powerful elder from the Wasteland, but had also turned it into something that did not belong to a powerful elder from the Wasteland race. This was simply too domineering. They could only feel endless reverence for him.

"d.a.m.n, this pair of eyes are too scary." "I wonder if the Essence in my body can be washed out like a dragon's corpse." At this moment, Wei Suo couldn't help but curse. At the same time, a stream of water elemental energy rushed towards the corpse of that great elder.

Even though he knew that this old man was as dead as he could be, every time his eyes met the eyes of this old man, Wei Suo couldn't help but feel guilty, as if his soul was about to be devoured. Moreover, the feeling the physical body of this great ancient elder was different from the feeling he got from those broken arms. Those broken arms from before were like dried logs of wood, but this great ancient elder's body was like dried logs of wood.

"Boom!"

Water elemental energy gushed into the body of the great elder from the Wasteland Clan. "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo …"

"…" However, everyone instantly froze, and a chill ran up their spines.

As soon as Wei Suo's water spirit energy rushed up, it actually directly submerged into the corpse of the almighty elder and was instead directly absorbed into the corpse of the almighty elder!