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Dressed in gray and plain clothes, he let the rain fall and wet his hair.

The mysterious gray white man stood on the city wall, looking at the mages who were retreating, but he knew better than anyone else that it was easy to kill, and there were too few who could really return, even the super-level mages would fall in the sea of corpses.

It was black, and the magic light was extraordinarily faint, and it would be swallowed up by the majestic corpse qi at any time, and he had already seen that the army of military mages had sunk into a sea of skeletons and rotting corpses, and the light was getting darker and darker.

To be sure, without any magical light, the team was wiped out.

Looking at the battlefield of the corpse of the mountain peak again, this mountain peak can be vaguely seen under the shining light of the sky, but it is also in this pale and dim darkness that the mysterious white man saw that a certain super-level was killed by the corpse of the mountain, and he didn't know exactly who it was.

The brutality of the corpses of the mountain peaks still exceeded everyone's expectations, and even if they wanted to evacuate now, there was no hope at all, and the casualties were about to exceed half.

"Do you want to go out and support?" said one of the guild members who had stayed behind.

The white man of the Mystic Society shook his head, if it really helped, it was really hard to say whether this city could hold until dawn.

The night was completely dark, the light of the magic in the darkness was getting smaller and smaller, and the message could no longer be conveyed, and all that was left was to stare at the endless darkness and silently count down to destruction.

"It seems to be Zuofeng!" I don't know who shouted.

The Mystic Society white man glanced down and saw that two high-ranking mages were trapped in the group of skeletons, and they were already very close to the inner wall barrier......

There was also a man in a leather suit next to Zuo Feng, and the two of them teamed up to break through the pile of skulls and quickly jump into the inner city.

"How???" the Mystic Caucasian asked hurriedly.

"We have been successfully escorted to the Abyss, where the wind is strong and we cannot follow them any further, but we believe they have jumped under the Abyss. Zuo Feng said.

"That is, you don't know if they're still alive?" the Mystic White frowned.

"Yes. Zuo Feng nodded.

There is no news at all, and that's the most disturbing thing.

"My lord, a man who claimed to be the head of the village came to see him, and he said that he seemed to have seen the imperial tomb. A Praetorian Mage hurriedly came to report.

"What do you mean, where are the others?"

"In the Clock Tower!"

The white man of the Mystic Society glanced at Zuo Feng and the demon man, and the three of them were just about to leave for the bell tower, but they saw a super-level mage returning to the inner city wall.

When the demon man saw this person, he was immediately overjoyed and immediately greeted him.

"Boss, where's the big guy?" the demon man glanced at Duxiao, who was pale, and asked suspiciously.

Du Xiao didn't answer, his expression gloomy.

The demon man knew the answer when he saw Du Xiao's expression, and the words that came to his mouth came to an abrupt end.

The cyan giant beast died, and it was a summoned beast that Du Xiao had been with for many years......

"Are you okay?" the demon man asked, changing his tune.

"It's okay, it's just that the soul has been traumatized. The Hunter Duxiao replied.

The contract beast is connected to the summoning mage's soul, and once the contract beast dies, it is equivalent to a heavy sword slash on the mage's soul, no wonder the hunter Duxiao has no blood on his face.

"King Hunter, come with us to the bell tower, Xie Sang, the village chief of Huacun, seems to have an insight into the matter of the imperial tomb and is waiting there......" said the white man of the Mystic Society.

"I'll wait here for the president and the others, so go over first. Du Xiao said.

"It's fine. ”

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At first, Mo Fan thought that the gray cloud curtains above his head did look no different from Cumulus when he looked up, but gradually after he noticed something wriggling on Cumulus clouds, he realized that it was not a cloud at all, it was a pile of crazy corpse heads and demon bodies!

"The demons and goblins in the Forge of Hell are right above us. Fang Gu stated this fact.

It should be a complex problem such as space, in short, the clouds in this heaven and earth where everyone is located are the corpses and ghosts in the abyss, and in the same way, the whole sky they see is the mouth of the furnace!

What's even more terrifying is that from time to time, a large cumulus cloud will fall from the sky, like a rain shower that covers only one area......

This is the rain of corpses in the true sense of the word!

"The tomb palace is in front, go straight in?" Liu Ru asked.

The ground in front of it was a little raised, forming a stone staircase similar to the ancient castle mountain road, and after a little further walk, a large white staircase appeared!

The stairs are extremely wide, more than 200 meters from left to right, each step is designed with human steps, but it will take a long time to climb to the tomb palace, the stairs are too high, and when you look up, you can simply look up and look up to the sky cliff......

The five of them began to climb, and thankfully, no matter how randomly the rain of corpses fell in the sky, it would not fall on this white tomb palace.

The whiteness of the tomb palace is somewhat incompatible with this world of filth, corpses, and bones, and if it weren't for the white gloom that makes people believe that something more terrible lives inside, this tomb palace would simply be a pure land temple standing in a filthy space.

Continuing to climb up, the five of them were like ants trapped in a large white crumpled paper, and some stone figurines gradually appeared on both sides of the endless stairs, and their appearance reminded Mo Fan of a creature he had once seen.

There are two stone figurines every ten steps, and they are completely guards in front of the palace, with a majesty and solemnity in the lifelessness.

"Do you think they'll move?" asked Liu Ru cautiously.

"Generally yes, I don't think they're just decorations. Mo Fan replied truthfully.

I have never eaten pork and seen pigs run, but if there are lifelike statues in some weird palaces and mysterious stone tombs, it will definitely come back to life, Mo Fan is not deceiving himself at all!

"Brother Fan, do you think they look like the White Sand Demon Soldiers?" Zhang Xiaohou also spoke.

"So you think too. It seems that the history of the Shayun River also dates back more than 2,000 years. Mo Fan said.

"It's quite a mad ......" Fang Gu walked in front, his pace relatively fast, "but I really want to meet this old ancestor who has guarded Kunjing for generations." ”

"I hope your ancestors are easier to speak. Mo Fan said.

There were so many people who died in this catastrophe that they were numb.

This kind of numbness is also pathetic, and Mo Fan also hopes that it can be ended as soon as possible.

"Why is there a bronze mirror hanging here?" Zhang Xiaohou looked up, and at the same time saw the main entrance of the tomb palace, he also saw a strange large bronze mirror!