The skull is empty, and the two deep black eye holes seem to tell the length of time. Yang Jiong's finger popped out, and a trace of immortal power touched the skull, and the skull instantly turned into a pile of powder.

This is the fourth layer, and there is nothing left but the skull on the futon. Yang Jiong and Ruolan went up one level again.

Although Ruolan is a woman, she is calm, brave and generous. A dragon tongue appeared in her hand, grabbed in front of Yang Jiong, and stepped on the stairs upward. At this time, the force of the obstacle at the staircase was countless times greater, and the two of them broke through the obstacle with great strength and went up to the fifth floor.

In the fifth floor, there is an old monk sitting on a futon, chanting sutras with his eyes closed.

Yang Jiong and Ruolan came up from the stairs, and the monk was frightened......

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