Ye Kai's figure had disappeared from the door of death, and Mu Han and several people also walked towards the door of death, and the five people in black robes behind him also happened to walk towards the door of death. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info When Mu Han and the first black-robed man looked at each other, the aura of the two of them suddenly spread, and the black-robed man glanced at Mu Han deeply, and then walked into the door of death.

Mu Han looked at the figure of the black-robed man, not knowing what he was thinking. "Boss, are you alright?" The aura exuded by the black-robed man just now was not weak at all, and Qing Chenyuan was also shocked.

"It's okay, let's go."

When everyone disappeared between life and death, the Thirteenth Prince and the Tenjin Son also chose a door and walked in.

Cobwebs and dead spirits are companions, darkness and loneliness are neighbors, and a few fire mysteries illuminate the darkness and illuminate this place where no one has entered for many years.

As the crowd went deeper, the number of skulls that were few at first gradually increased, and by the end, piles could be seen. And the faint blue light between the bones indicates that these people's cultivation in front of them is very high, and there are some of them, which are completely blue light, indicating that their cultivation is not in the Dao and is also in the Dao.

"Even the strong people of Daohe are buried here, and we people will definitely die in the next minute, and even the bones will not be scattered." Qing Chenyuan smiled bitterly. "Qingchen is far away, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person." Mu Siyi was already scared, and was said by Qingchen Yuan, and unconsciously got closer and closer to Mu Han, and almost pasted Mu Han.

Mu Han's face was solemn, from the time he came in to the present, the call in his heart has become stronger and stronger, coupled with the strangeness of this place, Mu Han suddenly found that his mind was gradually lost in it, and Mu Han, who came back to his senses, was frightened into a cold sweat, and his hands were cold, what was wrong with him? Actually quietly affected?

"Brother Mu," Mu Siyi looked at Mu Han's eyes a little frightened, and asked with uneasiness, "Are you all right?" Only then did the others notice the cold sweat on both sides of Mu Han's forehead.

"Boss, are you alright?" Qing Chenyuan said nervously, looking at everyone's concerned eyes, his pale face smiled and said, "It's okay, let's go." ”

"Do you want to take a break," Hua Qingwu said, "I see that your breath is a little confused." "No, I don't."

Mu Han's insistence that everyone had no choice but to move on, but at this moment, not far ahead, a few rays of light shot into this dark passage.

"After walking for so long, I finally arrived at the exit, it's really suffocating."

"What's that?"

"Like a person?"

"People? Who could have stayed in this place for so long, they should have died a long time ago, right? "I don't know, his robe covers his whole body, and I can't see his face clearly."

In the space of five hundred cubic meters, on a huge throne, a man in gray robes was sitting on it. Under his feet were dense skeletons, each skeleton had a sword mark on its body, and next to the gray-robed man, a sword was being placed. There was no movement, as if the person sitting on it was no longer a person, but a shadow, the shadow of these skeletons.

Dotted all over everyone, there was a starry sky, and the light in the black channel shone down from here.

From the moment more than forty people came in, they were shocked by this eerie and cold space, what kind of place is this? The battle for the throne is here? What about those people who entered the birth gate, why are they nowhere to be seen? No one answered the questions in everyone's hearts, because this place was originally dead, and the dead could not speak, but a hoarse voice came from the middle, and everyone was startled, and the "dead man" actually spoke:

The dream has been big for thousands of years, what year is it?

Everyone was stunned, this guy has lived too long and is confused? I don't know what year it is? These words are just thinking in their hearts, after all, people who can come here, in addition to strength, can't get here without some intelligence.

The dream has been big for thousands of years, what year is it today. How long did the person who dared to say this live! Without a tremble in everyone's hearts, they won't fight this guy for a while, right? That's still forget it, anyone who picks a skeleton under their feet is better than themselves, isn't this looking for death?

"The one who takes my sword will not die, and this throne is yours."

Take your sword? Uncle is joking, the person who has the confidence to take your sword doesn't know how long he has been dead, and his bones are cold. Obviously, the people on this throne are not joking, otherwise it would not be called a cruel elimination assessment.

Quietly, no one spoke, and the gray-robed man seemed to freeze after saying this sentence Yes, a dull sword can be described as inconspicuous compared to the various weapons in everyone's hands, if it is thrown in the weapon workshop, it may not even be glanced at by the lowest-level Taoist; But such an unknown sword makes many geniuses stop, after all, no one wants to be this rising bird in a daze.

Shengmen!

Like the people who walked through the door of death, they also met a guy, an old woman in a long white dress. The old woman doesn't have a strong aura, and there are no terrifying skeletons under the throne, just such a person who looks like the grandmother next door, but dozens of people don't even dare to breathe there.

"What kind of monster is that, and why does it look so terrifying?"

"Three-headed mandala! Warcraft from ancient times. “

"Isn't the ancient demonic beast already extinct, why is there one here?"

"It should have been summoned."

The swollen body of the three-headed mandala was dormant, the whites of the yellow eyes were cold, and from time to time he spit out the letter, none of the dozens of people dared to speak, and none of the usually domineering people dared to cross at this time!

Death's door!

"I'll do it." The silence was broken by the sound of a weak wind, and everyone looked at the person who spoke. The masked man walked out from behind Mu Han, facing everyone's strange eyes, he didn't speak, he had already walked towards the gray-robed man, towards the sword that had cut off an unknown number of heads! Mu Han didn't stop it, it wasn't that they had only known each other for a day, but that he believed in this person as much as he believed in his own knife.

The person who dared to be the first to challenge, no matter whether he passed or not, everyone was full of respect for this masked man.

The gray-robed man slowly raised his head, this was a dry, bark-like face, as if it was a skeleton draped in human skin, extremely weird! If there is one thing that looks like a person, it is those eyes, a pair of eyes like a starry sky, and the masked man has no secrets in his eyes.