The Wu clone stood proudly in front of the Mingwang Cave, his eyes shining brightly, staring at the narrow entrance of the cave, and around his body, the black mist rolled. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the sound of Sanskrit singing in his ears had already resounded in his ears, vibrating his ear drums, and the summoning sound could be heard clearly: "Come on, come on~ Get the master of the Red Flame Wheel, get my inheritance~~"

At this time, most of the rockets fell on the body of the Wu clone, because of the narrowness of the hole, the closer you get to the hole, the more arrows rain you will block!

As soon as the Wu clan clone reached out and grabbed it at will, he would grab several magic weapons, which he threw into the storage bag, and the ghost cultivators behind him all looked at him in unison.

From their point of view, the Wu clone was completely surrounded by a rain of arrows at this time, and countless branches that couldn't tell whether it was a fire snake or a rocket shot straight into his body.

But he didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, but was a little difficult, slowly moving towards the entrance of the cave.

"Could it be... Is he going to enter this cave of the kings?!! ”

After seeing the movements of the Wu clan clone, many ghost cultivators had such thoughts in their hearts, although they knew that this idea was too crazy.

Sibed flew in front of the crowd at this time, and he dodged the rockets with dexterity, his grasping movements were already slow, but he focused most of his attention on the body of the witch clone.

There was a hint of worry on Sibed's face, and more of a shock, while the Underworld Elves sitting at the back of the cultivators had their eyes at the maximum.

The Wu clone didn't have to look back, he could feel countless pairs of eyes staring at him from behind, and this feeling of being watched made his thoughts more firm.

At this time, he was about fifty or sixty zhang away from the entrance of the Mingwang Cave, and the rocket shot into his body, except for the severe pain, it had not caused other wounds.

Fifty Zhang··· Forty Zhang··· Thirty zhang··· Twenty zhang··· Ten Zhang···

As he approached the entrance of the cave, the illusion in front of the Wu clone reappeared, and became clearer, and the old man sitting in the sea of fire seemed to move his eyelids slightly.

One by one, the fiery snakes burst out of the bald old man's body, and then turned into sharp rockets, and then turned and shot out of the hole, and the vajra on his body spun faster...

I don't know if it's due to numbness, but the witch clones can't feel the heat of the rocket at all now, on the contrary, they have a bone-piercing coldness.

Perhaps, these fiery snakes and rockets are just appearances, they are not really made of fire, but something else.

Jiuzhang··· Hachijo··· Qizhang··· Liuzhang··· Wuzhang···

The closer they got to the entrance of the cave, the slower the speed at which the Wu clan's clone moved, and a trace of admiration appeared on the faces of some ghost cultivators, almost all of whom had never seen such a scene.

The fire snakes and rockets spewed out by the Mingwang Cave were too much for everyone to dodge, and no one dared or thought to enter it, although they all guessed that there might be more and better treasures inside.

Gu Laojiu was still flying at the front of the cultivators, but at this time, he had already retreated dozens of feet, and the Dao robe on his body was already ragged, and his skin was scorched.

He kept grabbing the fragments of the treasure that flew by, but his eyes flickered from time to time, sweeping towards the Wu clone, and whispered in his mouth:

"Grandma's, this kid... Grandma's, this kid... There is urine, enough urine, grandma's... Harder than grandpa..."

However, what the ghost cultivators, including Gu Laojiu, couldn't see was that at this time, the Wu clan clone had slowly closed his eyes.

Just now, he seemed to notice something, except for Sanskrit chanting, except for summoning, except for fire snakes, except for rockets...

He suddenly discovered that there was a thing that was as fast as nothing, and it flew out from the center of the eyebrows of the bald old man's body all of a sudden.

Now he has determined that this bald old man is the King of Fudo, who is sitting here, there is such a momentum, except for his old man, there will be no one else!

And this thing that suddenly flew out from the body of the immovable Ming King, kept hovering above his head, and seemed to be constantly emitting, a strange hiss.

This hissing sound carried a hint of nostalgia, as if it had been with the Fudo Ming King for an unknown number of thousands of years, and the eyes of the Fudo Ming King opened a slit at this time.

The expression on his face was no longer solemn, but became slightly soothing, and his lips moved, and he didn't know who he was talking about, muttering something.

"铮~~~Zheng~~~Zheng~~~"

There was a continuous sound of metal crumbling, and suddenly it came from the swirling thing, and one section of it suddenly became thicker, and gradually transformed into a head.

The skull was like fire, like gold, constantly shining with fine light, like the head of an unknown beast, and two unyielding dazzling lights shot out of his eyes.

"铮~~~呺~~~铮~~~呺~~~"

After opening the mouth of the blood disc and raising his head to let out two strange roars, this thing suddenly flew up and coiled in the entire Mingwang Cave.

It flew at an extremely fast speed, and as it flew, scales gradually grew on its body, and its body gradually solidified, turning into a crimson color that looked extremely tough.

"Red Flame Wheel!"

This thought suddenly flashed in the mind of the Wu clan clone, and what was circling and condensed in the Ming King Cave at this time must have appeared in the previous Sanskrit chant, the Red Flame Wheel!

Because he felt that the "Golden Decision" had already sensed something, and when the Wu clan clone heard the name of the "Red Flame Wheel", he had already quietly cast the "Golden Decision".

For the acceptance of magic weapons or the surrender of the instrument spirit, "Dian Jin Duel" is the only way for the deity and the Wu clan to separate.

And now, the realm of the Wu clan's doppelganger's "gold duel" is no less than that of the deity.

At the moment when the "Golden Decision" sensed the Red Flame Wheel, the spirit beast-like head seemed to sense something, and its eyes glanced arrogantly at the Wu clan clone, and raised its head and let out several hisses.

Red Flame Wheel's arrogant and disdainful actions aroused the fighting spirit of the Wu clan clone, and while he quickly recited the "Golden Decision" in his mouth, he raised his hand and waved, and a long blood blade appeared on the end of his arm.

"Humph! Harvest! ”

The Wu clone let out a burst of applause, and as he swung his blood blade, his body suddenly shrunk a few points.

I saw his feet kicking in the void, and his body suddenly slanted, like an arrow from Xuan, straight sideways, shooting into the Ming King Cave...

At the moment when the Wu clan clone flew into the entrance of the Ming King Cave, all the ghost cultivators behind him opened their mouths wide, and many of them couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

From an outsider's point of view, the actions of the Wu clan clone are a little reckless, such behavior is no less than a moth to a fire, so rushing into the Ming King's Cave, it is almost equivalent to asking for a dead end...