"Wang Xiangdong, stop!"

Su Yuan's tone is sharp.

The more this time, the more we can't mess up.

Although Wang Xiangdong did have changed during this time, the style of feasible things, as much as you want, is still heavier.

If it was really ignored, I don't know what he would do.

Earlier they entered the tomb area abruptly, and they had no time to respond. At this time, they accused each other, and there was no use at all.

Wang Xiangdong looked at Su Yuan's cold look, and the anger in his heart was extinguished. He who restored his reason, and loosened Zhou Yi's neck fiercely.

"Su Yuan, do you say, what do we do now? Is it possible to wait here to die here? After thousands of years, we will become a wise consciousness like these deaths?"

These dead puppets are a ray of consciousness left by the dead immortal who are dead. There is no spiritual wisdom. They are trapped in the tomb, blending other consciousnesses, absorbing the aura between the world and the power of their life.

This kind of person is not a ghost.

Su Yuan groaned for a moment and looked at Zhou Yi: "Brother Zhou Yi, do you think about your family's legacy?"

Since the Zhou family, as the home of Feixianyu, the ancestor of the Zhou family's great ability may be in the Feixian domain.

This kind of place, even if it is dangerous, is not a hope of survival.

Otherwise, the ancestors of the Zhou family cannot leave such a wish to be alert to future generations.

Zhou Yi lowered his head and thought for a moment, and looked heavy: "The ancestors only left a sentence to die, there was nothing else."

This sentence sounds mysterious and mysterious, it is really unprepared, what does it mean?

Zhou Yi couldn't think of it. What is the use of this?

Everyone was silent and carefully figured out these four words.

Su Yuan's gaze was looking at the mad death behind him.

These dead puppets do not have any consciousness and intelligence perception. They are just the fusion of strength, coupled with the strands of consciousness left by many powerful immortals, formed monsters.

This is just the periphery, it is already so horrible, and I do n’t know how to continue to deepen, and how horrible death will encounter.

If you think, they will die!

When Su Yuan looked at the depths, the dark mist seemed to be boundless. I didn't know where to extend, and soon made a decision.

"Born to death! Since we can't get out, let's go deep into it! Take a good look at what the tomb is going on!"

There are cause and effect in everything.

Even though the balance of cause and effect is destroyed, this is the Feixian domain, and I don't know what kind of secrets are hidden in the core area of ​​the tomb. Now that they have already come here, they simply break in.

Life and death are fate, but you have to fight.

Several people were surprised, and looked at Su Yuan a little shocked.

But this time, no one is opposed.

No one knows what the most correct decision is now. Since they are dead and vertical, they are naturally willing to listen to Su Yuan.

Especially the curiosity in their hearts also made them feel the same.

When Su Yuan saw that everyone had no opinion, he controlled the turning direction of the astrolabe.

"Wang Xiangdong, you shot with me, others, do a good job of protecting, once the enchantment is broken, we must rely on ourselves!"

Wang Xiangdong's practice of swallowing the sky, even in the face of such a situation, has stronger practical capabilities.

This weird death may be an opportunity for him.

What's more, even if they are not at a high pillow within the astrolabe, they must take the initiative to resolve the crisis in front of the eyes.

"good!"

Wang Xiangdong had no opinion on Su Yuan's decision.

The exercises he practiced can have swallowed everything.

These weird deaths can be resolved as long as they can be swallowed, perhaps, the crisis can be resolved.

Everyone did a good job of division of labor, Su Yuan's Yan Luo hand, shooting straight.

In the void, a two -year giant hand was instantly condensed, and it fell down towards the deadly dead.

Yan Luo's hand fell, and the sound of hissing in the void, like a twisted cry.

The sound had not yet dissipated, and Wang Xiangdong next to him also appeared behind him. He directly opened a large black mouth and swallowed it towards the death of the other side.

Su Yuan's quiet voice sounded: "Wang Xiangdong, don't be greedy, not good for you!"

Even though Wang Xiangdong's swallowing the sky is powerful, you can face such a powerful deadly, and the aura of accumulation for so many years is not easy for Wang Xiangdong to bear it.

They must find their vitality when their strength reaches the limit.

This is the only opportunity.

Otherwise, they all have to die in the tomb.

Wang Xiangdong converged and shocked slightly.

He did not have such a detailed heart. In the face of these forces, the greed in his heart almost made him lose his mind.

Fortunately, Su Yuan's reminder made him awakened.

The original power swallowed, and it suddenly converged a lot.

Several other people looked at such a situation, and they all looked dignified.

Gu Shaozhong understood that his own power that was too much of his own strength was too much. It was not suitable to deal with these dead puppets and retain his strength here. It was what he should do now.

Fortunately, Yan Luo's head of Su Yuan played a great role, and even Wang Xiangdong could control the death of one side.

The attack power of the astrolabe of the star plate was much smaller in an instant. The original trembling astrolabe finally stabilized.

It was just that Su Yuan and Wang Xiangdong had never stopped.

Su Yuan's breath was smooth and relaxed, and Yan Luo's hand shot again and again.

Those dead puppets who originally chased were turned into black light spots to dissipate under the strength of Yan Luo's hands.

However, if a wave of death is resolved, there will be more deadly following, and quickly form.

Su Yuan's actions have not paused, and the astrolabe is also rapidly deepening.

The more deeper, the more the number of deaths, the stronger the power of the attack.

Even Su Yuan's hand of Yan Luo could not resolve a wave of death at one time.

Even Wang Xiangdong's breath became violent and unstable. In his eyes, there were a little black fine lines, which made his eyes look a little weird.

Wang Xiangdong's breath becomes violent. Even if he is restrained, there will be no problems, but Su Yuan is keenly noticed that the power of death is too powerful, and there are many.

Below, his tolerance has gradually approached saturation.

Obviously, this situation should not last too long.

Although there is no problem with the protective barrier of the astrolabe, this danger is still on the top of their heads, like a suspended sword, it may fall at any time and ask their lives.


Chapter completed!