"Rush in" Everyone saw the huge stone gate shattered, and they couldn't bear it anymore, and they all rushed inward to kill, each using their own means, and even the Yin soldiers couldn't stop it.
"The two of you haven't gone in yet," the white devil looked back at Feng Yin and the two.
"Wait, there's no rush now."
Feng Yin waved his hand indifferently, he and the blade were very patient.
"Alright, I'll go in first."
White Devil Dao, his figure flashed, and he disappeared in place in a blink of an eye.
He was unimaginably fast, as soon as the top heirs on the front foot entered, the white devil on the back foot followed closely, like a white ghost, flashing in the crowd.
"Why, don't we want the chance of the dungeon?"
asked Jiucai.
"There's no rush now, sometimes it's not necessarily a good thing to be the first to enter."
Blade said slowly.
Sure enough, after a while, an even more violent roar came from the depths of the ground, mixed with the exclamations of the cultivators, and the battle became more intense.
The ground shook incessantly, and the aftermath of the battle shook ravines like an earthquake, and earth and rocks splattered.
It lasted for a full hour, and the shouting of killing gradually weakened, and I don't know how many people died, and the front of the underground palace was scarlet, and the smell of blood was strong, which was disgusting.
Some of them rushed out of the room, their faces were ugly, and some of the friars couldn't help but vomit, stimulated by the sight inside.
"How's it going inside, what's going on?"
Feng Yin greeted him at the right time, he turned into a loyal and honest face, and asked honestly.
"Damn, it's full of Yin soldiers and ghosts, everywhere, and the further you go inside, the more powerful those monsters become."
One of them snorted, covered in blood.
"There is basically no danger on the outside, but the real treasure is in the depths, and the things inside are powerful, and we can't get through it at all" The other person was even worse, losing an arm inside and stumbling out.
"There aren't many Yin soldiers dead, and now most of them are safe, let's rush in."
The cultivators who had never moved outside the cave at dusk finally couldn't help it at this time, and they seized the opportunity to rush in one after another.
Feng Yin and the others did not make a rash move, and continued to wait outside for half an hour, and sure enough, there were several fierce battles inside.
"How about it, shall we go in" Jiucai was impatient, for fear that the baby would be taken advantage of by others.
The blade's pupils glowed with a dazzling light, and waves visible to the naked eye radiated out, and he cautiously tried several times before finally nodding.
"It's time, let's go in" At this time, Feng Yin and them were outside the dusk mine, and the only few people waiting were already much more empty on the periphery, and there were not a few people haunting.
After a while, Feng Yin and Blade entered the dungeon, but they did not go hand in hand, but one after the other, in order.
This dungeon is very vast, the far-reaching secret rooms are connected in pieces, and I don't know where it leads, and the height is very high, and the cultivators are enough to fly carefully in it.
The ground was littered with corpses and bloodstains, some of which had not yet dried up, and occasionally one or two cultivators who had fled for their lives were seriously injured.
Along the way, they were attacked by the dead and the Yin soldiers from time to time, but it was no longer difficult for them, and most of the dead ghosts on the periphery were exterminated, only one or two, and they were all killed by Feng Yin.
"Let's pursue the route of the big army, whether it is chance or danger, it is in the depths, it's time to hurry."
In the rear, Blade said.
The nine-colored look on Feng Yin's shoulder moved, and said, "What if there is only danger here and there is no treasure." ” "There is a big secret hidden here, even if you don't have any treasures, you can know the past of the earth, it's worth it."
Blade Road.
Jiucai's face was bitter, and he said, "If that's the case, I'd rather not come with me."
This underground palace is extraordinary, there are faint traces of carving on the stone walls and stone pillars, but it has been destroyed, and the age is very old, and it is not clear what has been carved.
"This place has been vandalized, and it seems that someone tried to hide something but did not destroy it."
Feng Yin paused slightly, touched the rock wall with his fingertips, and then quickly left.
"Roar" Suddenly, a huge roar came, and the stone wall full of cracks in front of it was shattered, rushing out of the black light, and quickly attacked Feng Yin.
This huge black tiger is four or five meters long, with thick limbs, sharp claws that can be more than a foot long, and its tail is full of sharp bone spurs.
"Damn, there's still a living creature here" Jiucai was startled.
Feng Yin punched out, the void was turbulent, and the huge black tiger took three steps back, shook his head and continued to rush up.
"What a hard body."
Feng Yin couldn't help but say, his strength was just to make him go backwards.
"Most of them are the war beasts of a certain deceased, the corpse is nourished by the yin qi, and has given birth to spiritual intelligence, which is equivalent to a brand-new living being, and it is an extremely terrifying existence in the yin spirit."
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The blade arrived, and his face showed a grim expression, how thick was the yin qi inside, which could make the incorruptible corpse regenerate its spiritual wisdom Feng Yin took out the Heavenly Stick, the iron rod was dark red, it was the blood of Feng Yin's opponent stained on the rust.
The armillary stick, which was as heavy as a mountain, was held in Feng Yin's hand, and he used all his strength to smash it down, and the black tiger's head suddenly exploded, flowing filthy blood, and the wound flowed out of a yin qi that was so thick that it could barely be dissolved.
The black tiger roared, it was not dead yet, and it was about to flee when he turned around.
Feng Yin didn't give him a chance, and smashed it down with three sticks with all his might, and the tiger's body exploded with a bang, and a pool of dirty blood appeared on the spot.
The blade had a look of horror on his face, he had seen the power of the Heavenly Stick with his own eyes, and he had also seen Feng Yin's powerful body, but he didn't expect this giant tiger to be killed with four blows, and his body was hard and terrifying.
"Damn, what the hell is this place?"
Hundreds of meters deep along the dungeon, Feng Yin became more and more frightened, and resurrected monster corpses appeared along the way, some of which were even more terrifying than the black tiger, you must know that this is still far from the depths, but there is already such a powerful Yin spirit, and the danger inside is unimaginable.
During this period, Feng Yin saw a pure black mangniu, with a body length of more than 20 meters, and its hair was as hard as a needle, but a blood hole appeared from head to tail, and the front and back were translucent, as if it had been pierced by a finger.
There is also a silver python, the armor is shiny, strong and powerful, but it has been cut in two, and the wound is as smooth as a mirror, as if it has been split by a sword.
Not only the corpses of the Yin Spirits, but also the corpses of the cultivators here.
In one of them, there were many corpses of cultivators, the ground was full of broken magic weapons, and it was difficult to distinguish its original shape, and not far away lay a giant-like yin spirit, its head split, and its body was densely covered with scars.
Feng Yin speculated that it was this silver spirit that killed the cultivators here, but was beheaded by the later powerhouses.
They continued to walk forward, and during the process, they encountered some cultivators who were fighting, Feng Yin glanced at them and stopped asking, and left directly.
"Bang la la" Directly ahead, a blood-colored river spread into the distance, and this end was Feng Yin's feet, and the blood river divided the road ahead into two, each of which was littered with corpses.
"I'll go to the left, you go to the right, and here will turn in an hour."
The blade didn't give Feng Yin and Jiucai a chance to speak, and went away without stopping, and disappeared into the depths after a while. t1706231537: