The ancient courtyard wants the scepter of the dead.

However, it was too quiet inside the Imperial City.

In the information, there are defenders in the imperial city, and the number should be close to 10,000. However, when everyone walked along the way, they saw scattered haunted houses, like little palace maids and little eunuchs, not like regular troops at all.

What about the army?

Lin Feng and the others didn't catch up, if they could have come earlier, maybe they would have been able to see the army. But it's not 10,000, it's 30,000, and he rushed out with a roar, and then he had a terrible fight with the people of Qingteng Mansion, and the people of Qingteng Mansion didn't come in vain.

The team picked up speed and crossed a few more long streets before finally reaching the Throne of the Dead.

It's quiet, not even the wandering undead are gone, just a majestic hall. In the middle of the main hall, a large two-person throne stood in it, and on top of the throne, the scepter of the dead rested quietly on the armrest of the throne.

There is no superfluous arrangement, as if the emperor has just left and wants to go to the toilet, so he casually puts his cane on the dragon chair for a while.

Wu Zhao wanted to go over and get the scepter, but Lin Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed him.

Wu Zhao turned around, and Lin Feng shook his head at her.

At this time, a young man in his early twenties walked out of the team, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, named Tian Xing, who was a C-level master trained by Canghua Ancient Academy.

"Captain, I'll go. ”

Tian Xing looked at Lin Feng's eyes, and it seemed to have some admiration.

He wanted to show it.

Lin Feng nodded this time, and then said to Wu Zhao: "Uncle Wu, you are staring at the back." ”

Tian Xing went in with all his might, and Wu Zhao followed behind Tian Xing. Not to prevent him from running away with the scepter of death, but to take care of him in the back.

Tian Xing circled around the tall throne twice, and didn't find any traps or anything, and the aura fluctuations were normal, everything was so normal. It seems that someone really threw the scepter here, and the placement is not even aesthetic, and the obsessive-compulsive disorder has to be given to him.

Tian Xing has no experience.

In fact, no one here has any experience, otherwise they would have volunteered.

Since he couldn't try anything, Tian Xing decided to shoot directly and make a quick decision.

As soon as this idea was confirmed, Tian Xing stretched out his hand to the Scepter of the Dead. There is a big way that as long as my hand speed is fast enough, the trap can't catch up with me.

Correct.

As soon as Tian Xing's hand reached over, a powerful repulsion suddenly came out from the scepter, wanting to push Tian Xing's hand out.

The moment he felt the repulsion, Tian Xing was relieved.

This force, while powerful, is not aggressive. Obviously not the kind of sinister arrangement that is either dead or wounded.

Frankly speaking, Tian Xing naturally knew that it was dangerous to take the scepter, but in order to show himself in front of Lin Feng, he felt that he was willing to take this risk. No matter how bad it is, there are two A-level masters behind it, as long as you are careful, it will not be a big problem.

Tian Xing's hand exerted force, wanting to forcibly break the repulsion.

As a result, in the next second, a pair of withered hands stretched out from the space directly above the scepter. These hands were bitterly cold, and as soon as they appeared, the temperature around them dropped a lot.

Wu Zhao, who was standing behind, frowned, and an arc popped out of his right hand and hit the withered hand.

The withered hand looked very strong, and the arc carried a spiritual pressure of nearly 600, which was equivalent to Wu Zhao's full force blow. Frankly speaking, whether this blow is caught or injured by the opponent, those present will not be surprised. However, the arc passed through the position of the dead hand, as if the dead hand did not exist in this space.

Bang.

The arc hit the roof of the shed, blackening a square piece of wood.

At this point, the withered hand clasped the palm of the hand behind and assumed a posture of sliding the door. Immediately after, he seemed to have opened a door in mid-air, and behind the door, a world of dead air and dry bones was created.

"Senior, help me. Tian Xing was also in a hurry, his hand and scepter were only a few centimeters, but they were stuck in the final stage.

Wu Zhao found that he couldn't understand these hands a little, and there was nothing he could do about them, so he patted Tian Xing's shoulder with one hand, and an electric current passed out along Tian Xing's arm. This current pierced the repulsion from the scepter of the dead in one fell swoop, and Tian Xing was also excited, and the spiritual power of his right hand suddenly exploded, and then grasped the power of the dead world......

Wait a minute?

The scepter was originally in front of him, Tian Xing thought he was going to catch it, but then he caught it.

It wasn't the scepter that flew away, but his hand, which passed through the scepter.

The Scepter of the Dead, too,

Projection?

"Looks like the scepter isn't here. "In addition to Tian Xing, Wu Zhao is the closest, combined with the existence of the withered hand, he came to the conclusion that the scepter of the dead is also a projection. But this projection is really high-tech, and he can't see the flaw at all when he stands next to it.

Wu Zhao only glanced down, and his gaze returned to the sky.

At this time, the 'door' was getting bigger and bigger, and behind the door, a skeleton shelf wearing a magic robe came into everyone's field of vision.

This is......

Lich!!

"Senior, I can't take it out of my hand!" Everyone else was looking intently at the lich in the void, and Tian Xing shouted hysterically. His hand could not be pulled out after passing through the scepter phantom, as if he had been crucified.

But it doesn't hurt.

"Cut it. Wu Zhao said calmly.

At this time, he finally saw that the scepter of the dead was indeed a trap there, no wonder Lin Feng didn't let Wu Zhao get started. It's just that this trap also picks people, and ordinary people's hands can't reach in, I'm afraid that only A-level masters are qualified to be trapped by the trap.

"Senior, help me!"

"Senpai!"

The more anxious Tian Xing became, the more he couldn't pull out his hand, Wu Zhao didn't have a backache when he stood and spoke, can he cut his hand if he said he could cut it? If it's really seriously injured, it doesn't even hurt now, it's just that it's stuck in it for some inexplicable reason.

And saved, right?

"I can only cut it. Wu Zhao said it again, saying that he was not joking.

"Senior, help me, I can't do without hands!"

"Senior, help me!"

Tian Xing was still shouting, faintly crying.

"Quack. ”

The lich finally stepped out of the space door, his body was still illusory, and it didn't seem to be in this space. The lich didn't care, but stretched out his finger, which was almost only a bone, and hooked his hand at the Scepter of Death, and in the next second, the Scepter of Death slowly flew up, towards the palm of the lich's hand.

Isn't this a projection?

Tian Xing was frightened, his hand stuck on the scepter of death, and he was moving upward.

"It's about to be cut!" Wu Zhao shouted.

Tian Xing was a little crazy, he was still desperately pulling his hands, resisting the pull from the Scepter of the Dead, but it was useless.

Wu Zhao sighed and slashed at Tian Xing's forearm, and Tian Xing's arm was broken in response. However, almost at the same time, the lich had already grasped the scepter of the dead and stretched out his index finger to Tian Xing, who was desperately struggling. He pointed his finger at Tian Xing's head, as if telling Tian Xing's naughtiness.