In the midst of the shock, everyone is resisting the rain of arrows in the sky, and each arrow has quenched poison, although it is not the poison of the corpse grass, but the person who is hit by the arrow has lost the ability to act, and can only be shot into a hedgehog by the arrows flying down from the sky.

"Hold on!" shouted Wan Sanqian.

And the ground was already full of hedgehog-like martial cultivators, which made him and Long Lin both frightened.

Nearly a thousand martial cultivators came in, but now there are less than a hundred people left, which can be described as heavy casualties!

"Rush over!"

Long Lin shouted, and took the lead in leading sixteen people to rush towards the end of the aisle, while Hongyang Bo behind also protected several people and followed closely.

However, it still makes people fall halfway.

……

Among the Du Men, Yuan Qianhua and Kutoutuo transported the colorful true yuan, blocking the poisonous rain in the sky, Yuan Qianhua protected his subordinates, and Kutoutuo tried his best to wrap up all the martial arts that could be protected.

Some martial cultivators can resist the poisonous rain by themselves, but after a long time, the consumption of the Colorful True Yuan is huge, and there are not a few who fall to the ground.

There are thousands of people accompanying him, but at this time there are less than half, who knows what kind of danger will be encountered below, this treasure is really difficult to obtain easily.

A twenty-five or sixteen-year-old young man on the field performed extraordinary, even if he was in the triple realm of the human king, he was not inferior to those seniors who were one or two small realms higher than him.

This person is one of the eight princes, the third ranked son of the Qianlong Monument, Yuan Qi!

……

In the Jingmen, Si Ming and Li Fu are leading everyone to fight against the overwhelming poisonous insects.

If you are bitten by these poisonous locusts, you will not die, but you will not be able to run the colorful true yuan, and Wu Xiu will be in chaos, and then he will be attacked by the poisonous locusts, and within ten breaths, a martial artist will become a white bone.

The team of thousands of people had only about 200 people at this time, and there were heavy casualties.

It's terrifying!

"Fire Attack!"

Li Fu shouted, the Colorful True Yuan Yan gathered, and suddenly a fire dragon rose into the sky, hovering overhead, within a range of sixteen zhang, the poisonous locusts all turned into ashes, and the nearby poisonous locusts also flew away together.

When everyone saw it, they used all their strength to exert the Colorful True Yuan Yan, and only then did they drive away the poisonous locusts.

The performance of the young man in brocade clothes also attracted attention, he controlled the flames around him, and burned the poisonous locusts to ashes in the rain of insects.

This person is none other than Gu Chen, one of the eight princes, and the Qianlong Monument ranks fifth.

……

In the wounded door, Jing Ruxue, Shangguan Xiong and others were resisting the strong poisonous wind, and the martial cultivators with slightly higher cultivation could still survive, and the ordinary martial cultivators were attacked by the poisonous wind and turned into white bones.

The two strong men could only protect more than 400 people, and the rest could only resign themselves to fate.

"The ones in the back keep up!"

Shangguan Xiong shouted loudly, turned into a Dao Phantom, and ran forward.

……

And in the rest of the gate, Ren Wuqiong and Bai Shutong are leading all the martial cultivators to resist these countless thunderbolts.

One after another corpses charred by lightning had fallen on the ground, but they had no way back but to grit their teeth and walk in the thunder sea.

The most eye-catching thing is a young man in white who is elegant in white, the realm of the triple peak of the human king realm, his body is like a swimming fish, he swims flexibly in the thunder and lightning, and he is almost uninjured along the way.

This person is Yuxuan, the son of Longyan, one of the eight princes, and the Qianlong Monument ranks second, and his strength is indeed strong.

"Let's go!"

There were less than two hundred people left, like the wind, rushing to the end of the aisle.

......

Among the eight gates, there were heavy losses, more than 17,000 people came in, and now less than 20% are left, this person's imperial tomb is really not a place that can be easily entered.

At this time, in the door of death, Tang Chen and the others had already arrived at a large hall that was a hundred zhang square, and there were five hundred puppet armorers with swords in their hands neatly arranged in the hall, but at the end of the hall was a tall iron gate.

Tang Chen frowned slightly, looked at the people behind him, and said, "Be careful of these puppets, this may be an obstacle, it is estimated that there is a formation drive here!"

After finishing speaking, Tang Chen used the Wind Shadow Body Technique, like a gust of wind, through the five hundred puppets, and arrived next to the iron gate.

After landing, Tang Chen was puzzled.

It's that easy?

It's just that without waiting for him to think about it, at the top of the middle of the main hall, many white lights flashed, and they instantly disappeared into the body of the mecha puppet.

Thundered!

Click!

All the puppets moved, as if they had thoughts, and slaughtered everyone.

Tang Chen's face was solemn, the combat power of these puppets was comparable to that of a heavy realm human king realm, but their actions were a little clumsy, however, these mecha were made of some kind of material, they were extremely hard, and ordinary blades could not destroy their bodies.

Looking at the people who had entered the battle circle, Tang Chen thought for a while, and then entered it.

Tang Chen held the blue light sword in his hand, fighting the mecha puppet with the power of flesh.

"Boom!"

The power of thunder and lightning penetrated into the blue light sword, and Tang Chen's sword slashed continuously, directly slashing at the puppet's head, which could be cut into pieces.

This shocked Zhong Wen and the others again, Tang Chen's physical strength was too terrifying, even if they cultivated for a hundred years, they would not be able to obtain it.

Tang Chen destroyed one puppet and rushed to the second one again, using both fists and kicks, destroying another one in an instant.

However, most of the people on the field were in a hurry, and some had already been killed by the puppets, these Tang Chen couldn't help them, after all, he was just a person, and now he could only take care of himself.

Fortunately, there were two strong men present, and one person could entangle seven or eight puppets, but it took them a lot of time to completely destroy them.

Half an hour later, Tang Chen had eliminated more than fifty mecha puppets, the White Feather Master had destroyed more than a hundred, Zhong Wen had done the same, and the other martial cultivators had destroyed more than a hundred.

However, there were less than a hundred people left on the field at this time.

To be exact, there are only ninety-six people left, and these are all martial cultivators of the Human King Realm.

After all, there were more than five hundred mecha puppets, and the two strong men couldn't take care of them all, and those martial cultivators of the Tianyuan Realm all died miserably, and none of them survived.

Looking at the bleak battlefield and piles of corpses, everyone was in a heavy mood, along the way, so many people died, who knows what kind of predicament there is behind and whether it can go to the end.

At this time, they discovered that the inheritance of the human emperor, the martial arts and the elixir that they had longed for before were nothing at this time, only life was real.

Sighing secretly, Tang Chen said to everyone: "Put away their Qiankun Ring, maybe they will be used later!"

Although I feel that doing this is spurned, but the situation here and now, everyone knows it, and surviving is the last word.

Tang Chen turned around, looked at the tall iron gate in front of him, and thought.

I don't know what will be in it, whether I can resist it.

He looked up at the White Feather Venerable and Zhongwen, and at this time, both of them looked at each other, and the three of them exchanged glances for a moment, and then nodded.

Zhongwen immediately stepped forward and pushed directly to the iron gate.

(End of chapter)