Making Great Fortune Overnight

Taoist Yixin was incomparably terrified. He never thought that Qin Lang would dare to chase after him into this ocean of death. He could only watch helplessly as Qin Lang caught his divine soul.    

    

"This is the graveyard of death. You will die. You will die with me!"    

    

Taoist Yixin shouted anxiously.    

    

"Whether I will die or not is my business. But I know that you will really die!"    

    

Qin Lang sneered as he looked at Taoist Yixin's divine soul and pinched it hard! He crushed that divine soul completely!    

    

Bang!    

    

Taoist Yixin was dead, and Qin Lang still had that piece of divine bone left in his hand.    

    

"This is the bone of a saint. It's really a waste to put it in your hands. I can totally fuse it into the Celestial Sphere Staff and increase the level of the Celestial Sphere Staff by another level!"    

    

When he thought of this, Qin Lang put away the divine bone. He turned around and looked at his lifeless surroundings. Suddenly, a strange voice sounded.    

    

This was a city of ruins. There was a thin layer of membrane covering the sky, and on the ground was an endless desert. There were also large areas of abandoned buildings that were exposed to the sand.    

    

"This should be a super-large formation. The space has already been sliced and distorted by the Spell Formation. Such a place, even modern technology can't enter."    

    

"Judging from this technique, it should be a formation set up by a Nascent Infant old monster. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so huge and extremely dangerous. Even the current me is somewhat in danger."    

    

"That strange voice seems to be coming from the ruins!"    

    

Qin Lang muttered to himself as he walked towards the uneven ruins.    

    

Walking in the desert, Qin Lang was constantly paying attention to his surroundings. This formation was extremely powerful. It was very likely that he would fall into a trap and die here if he was not careful.    

    

"This is?"    

    

When Qin Lang walked past a tall and broken wall in front of him, he saw countless spirit artifact fragments scattered on the ground.    

    

Among these spirit artifacts, there were broken swords that flashed with brilliant light, thick armor fragments, and various broken utensils.    

    

Most of them were sparkling and translucent white bones. After many years of weathering, they still carried a soul-stirring power.    

    

"This used to be a battlefield! These bones were the bones of Cultivators!"    

    

Qin Lang observed that the fragments were scattered everywhere and covered a huge area. At first glance, he couldn't see the end of it. He didn't know how many gods and devils had died here. In comparison, the Nascent Infant bone in Qin Lang's hand... It wasn't that important anymore.    

    

Chirp! Chirp!    

    

A long howl was heard. Along with this howl, Qin Lang's mind went blank for a moment. In an instant, he saw countless Immortals stepping into the sky. These Immortals were divided into two factions, and they began to slaughter each other.    

    

The weakest of these Immortals was at the Foundation Establishment stage. Most of them were at the Golden Core stage, and each of them had a Nascent Infant Almighty assisting them.    

    

Both sides gritted their teeth, and their eyes were red as they fought. In the blink of an eye, the ground was filled with broken magic weapons. Countless Immortals had fallen, and countless inheritances had been lost.    

    

This grand scene had instantly made Qin Lang lose himself in it. A majestic killing intent spread out, eroding Qin Lang's mind.    

    

"A mere battle between immortals and you dare to disturb my Dao Heart?"    

    

Qin Lang calmed his mind and smiled coldly.    

    

"It seems like there was still an inheritance of the Immortal Dao on Earth. He just didn't know where the remaining gods and devils had gone to! However, this voice can affect my mind, that's enough. There are so many immortal ruins here, and the spiritual energy is abundant. It's suitable for cultivation. "    

    

Qin Lang carefully walked to the corpses and picked up a broken crystal sword. He couldn't help but smile. "It seems like fate has brought us together!"    

    

At this moment, a broken crystal sword was forged in the divine artifact Celestial Sphere Staff he was using.    

    

The broken sword was kept in the biological space. Qin Lang continued to search the battlefield. He gathered all the broken spirit tools and even the fragments of the Holy Artifact. He stored all of them and prepared to fuse them together in the future. He wanted to strengthen the Celestial Sphere Staff a little more.    

    

Qin Lang didn't touch the corpses of those Golden Core warriors. These were all warriors who had died in battle, and Qin Lang wasn't so poor that he didn't even respect their corpses.    

    

He only collected a few Nascent Infant warriors' corpses and some cultivation techniques and secret manuals that were scattered on the ground.    

    

Most of these cultivation techniques and secret manuals were left behind by those cultivators who didn't have any living spaces, and they were all at the Golden Core realm. Even if these Golden Core cultivators died, they would still be able to open up their own storage spaces. Normally, very few people would be able to obtain their belongings.    

    

The secret manuals that Qin Lang picked up were mostly left behind by Foundation Establishment cultivators, but he could use them when he went back to establish a sect.    

    

After collecting this place, Qin Lang continued to walk towards the depths of the Death Tomb.    

    

At this moment, Qin Lang was strolling leisurely in the secret realm, as if he was strolling in his own backyard. Those array formations were extremely crude in Qin Lang's eyes, not to mention after thousands of years of baptism, the array foundation had long been destroyed.    

    

This array formation could not display a tenth of its power, but even so, it was not something that these warriors on Earth could withstand.    

    

After walking past the ruins, Qin Lang saw a city wall buried in half of the sand. On the city wall, a huge strange bird flew down from the sky. Two sharp claws grabbed an arm-sized scorpion from the sand in the desert and lifted it up to land on the city wall.    

    

The scorpion landed on the ground. It waved its tail and was about to escape when its head was bitten by the strange bird. The thin and long beak beam drilled through the hard shell of the scorpion and took out the scorpion meat. It then raised its head and swallowed it.    

    

"This strange bird is comparable to Taoist Yixin's strength!"    

    

Qin Lang could see that the body of this strange bird was extremely strong. It had already surpassed ordinary Divine level experts. It was just that its intelligence was incomplete, which was why it was unable to reach the level of Copper Mountain.    

    

Even so, it could still live like a fish in water here.    

    

"It seems to be very familiar with this Spell Formation. That's why it was able to survive here for hundreds of years without being killed by the formation."    

    

Birds were naturally sensitive to danger. Presumably, this strange bird already knew the formation like the back of its hand. Only then would it be able to fly freely without touching those broken formations.    

    

Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!    

    

At this moment, the strange bird had also discovered Qin Lang's existence. With a sharp cry, it descended from the sky and clawed at Qin Lang with a pair of iron claws.    

    

"So that sound was emitted by you!"    

    

Qin Lang chuckled. He raised his arm and grabbed at the iron claws of the strange bird.    

    

The strange bird's iron claw did not reach Qin Lang's face. Instead, Qin Lang grabbed the two iron claws and threw them on the wall like a dead chicken, crashing into half of the city wall.    

    

How strong was a Divine level body? With such a broken city wall, it could not withstand the strange bird's fall at all. Half of the city wall collapsed.    

    

"Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!"    

    

The strange bird seemed to be unconvinced, and once again struggled to get up.    

    

"Just lie down!"    

    

Qin Lang flipped his hand, and two huge green palm prints pressed down on the strange bird. The strange bird immediately panicked, and was violently squeezed together by the two palms.    

    

The strange bird looked at Qin Lang in fear and did not dare to act rashly again.