Fifty-five people are only the number of dead, and another twenty-eight people are injured, adding up to eighty-three people who have been abolished, and in fact, the total number of black-clothed people, Mo family, and Shantang who entered this tomb is only one hundred and eighteen, and in the blink of an eye, only thirty-five people are still intact. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The anger in Wang Houyu and Mo Xing's chests at this moment can be imagined. They could guess that maybe what Yi Jian and Zhang Yun wanted was their anger, but at this moment, they couldn't help the two of them to think calmly, and the monstrous anger had completely burned them. The state of mind of these two masters of the Immortal Realm has already begun to be disturbed, and killing Yi Jian and capturing Zhang Yun is a quick way to solve the problem.

Everything you need is provoked, what next?

Yi Jian simply and "shamelessly" threw all his judgment and thinking back to Zhang Yun. He already had to deal with the anger of the two Immortal Realm masters, wouldn't it be right to throw that kind of brain-consuming to someone who was born with a brain that was forbidden to toss others?

Zhang Yun could guess what his guy, who could already be classified as a brother born and died, was thinking, and he was a little happier in desperation, if it weren't for the current situation and what was about to happen, maybe Zhang Yun would pull Yi Jian and sit down and talk about what to do in the future, at least he couldn't return to a hostile state of shouting and killing once they met again.

If, if, if there are so many in the world, won't they all be defeated by reality?Zhang Yun smiled bitterly and grabbed Yi Jian hard at the same time, and said in the softest voice: "Jump down, count seventeen, no! Jump after fourteen!"

Yi Jian counted Zhang Yun not once or twice, before the two of them in the process of rushing left and right in the dungeon, they often encountered control methods that needed to be counted, and whenever that time was definitely Yi Jian, it would definitely be Yi Jian to count, because the stability required for this work was naturally more accurate by a master like Yi Jian.

10, 9, 8, 7......

Yi Jian clenched the Mo Xue in his hand, relying on the cooperation of the divine weapon and himself as one, to resist Wang Houyu's endless qi soldiers, and what he really had to pay attention to was the less powerful but more crazy and sudden Pure Immortal Knife.

No matter how good the qi soldiers are, they can't surpass Mo Xue, but every close contact between the Pure Immortal Dao and Mo Xue will make Yi Jian be attacked by evil qi, which is an indescribable depression and fear, a feeling that directly breeds in the bottom of the heart and is uncontrollable, and every time it occurs, Yi Jian needs to spend a lot of energy to suppress and eliminate.

In contrast, Yi Jian would rather be slashed by the soldiers than have an endless intercourse with that pure immortal, the female giant of the Mo family doesn't want to die, this kind of person is still in the realm of immortals, it is really too difficult to provoke.

Fortunately, it is only fourteen numbers, and even if it is long for the immortal realm, it is only three numbers.

Yi Jian slammed the Pure Immortal Knife in Mo Xing's hand with another "Wuxiang", and the roar of the qi machine that exploded was a little slower than the blast air flow that exploded. Yi Jian, who flew out upside down, was hit by three qi soldiers, and the black and purple bruises on the left and right ribs and his left thigh could be clearly seen in the tears of his clothes, but these three heavy blows did not allow him to slow down the speed of flying away.

Wang Houyu, who felt bad from Yi Jian's sudden and hard fight with Mo Xing, urgently fired three heavy hands in a row, but he couldn't stop the speed of the opponent's retreat. But anyone who is not a fool can understand that Yi Jian's retreat is simply to rely on the Mo family giant, otherwise it will be scattered with a simple collision, how can it make Yi Jian fly back like this, and the attack will not slow down?

Wang Houyu finally understood what his inexplicable worries were about, and he kicked the ground out of a terrible pit that was more than a foot deep, almost at the same time that Yi Jian and Zhang Yun fell into the sarcophagus, he came to the edge of the sarcophagus.

Wang Houyu couldn't rush directly into the sarcophagus, because there was a sword in the sarcophagus that went in a direction, and he didn't have the ability to stick his head out and look at it directly, so he could probably only have the tragic end of being beheaded. But not being able to stretch out his head to see doesn't mean that he can't look at it, Wang Houyu's skills have already been mastered, and the side of the sarcophagus will turn into powder when he waves his hand, and he doesn't need to stretch out his head to see Yi Jian and Zhang Yun who have just fallen from Zhangyu.

Of course, there is also the sword intent that erupted because there was no coffin wall.

It is the same "Wuxiang" used by Yi Jian, but this sword has a completely different meaning.

It is looking at the ground in the clouds, and the freedom after a sword ascends to the immortal, and it is also the absolute life after death. Probably only when life and death are really put aside can human beings give birth to this kind of emotion, and the sword in his hand can give birth to this kind of sword intent.

If someone could use such a sword intent at will, what kind of scene would it be? For a moment, Wang Houyu couldn't help but think about what "impossible" happened. He didn't believe that anyone could really ascend to immortality, and he didn't want to let Yi Jian and Zhang Yun get out of his control.

With a wave of his palm, the qi in the sarcophagus suddenly turned into a state of upward surge, and Yi Jian and Zhang Yun, who were originally falling, only felt that their bodies were stunned, and they actually began to move upwards supported by the invisible qi.

"Never again!" Zhang Yun suddenly shouted, and then vigorously pulled a thin rope that seemed to be already in his hand.

Queen Yu frowned, then turned around and slapped his palm, slashing the knife that had struck aside. He didn't have time to say "stupid" before he turned around and slapped his palm again, only to find that this time Zhang Yun really waved his hand to him, and disappeared into the dark deep hole with Yi Jian and the others in an instant.

"Mo family giant, I think he's a fool at all!" Wang Houyu was furious, and slashed his hand with more than 100 palms, forcibly forcing Mo Xing back more than ten zhang away, making her almost unable to lift it in one breath, and then her realm was destroyed. But Wang Houyu didn't seem to want to take the opportunity to destroy the Mo family's immortal realm masters, and after he forced Mo Xing to have no power to make a move for the time being, he immediately rushed to the edge of the sarcophagus again, gritting his teeth and jumping down.

"Poof", a light and small movement came into Wang Houyu's ears, and his feet on the sarcophagus were immediately retracted, and at the same time, the whole person floated out upside down.

The rumbling sound erupted at the same time as the queen feather lifted up, and the sarcophagus collapsed in an instant, and the huge hole was forcibly blocked by everything that collapsed in the blink of an eye.

The tomb began to shake violently, and Wang Houyu knew that it was impossible for him to track down Zhang Yun and Yi Jian from the sarcophagus. He no longer hesitated, and grabbed Mo Xing, who had not completely recovered yet, and said in a cold voice: "Listen, this place is about to collapse, if you want to live a little longer, listen to me!"

Mo Xing's mouth moved, but unfortunately because of the collapse of the roof of the tomb, no one except Wang Houyu heard what she said.