Although more and more people came, although everyone once again set off a frenzy to solve the mystery of the treasure, but unfortunately, after three full days of hard work, everyone still failed to find a way to solve it, which made everyone can't help but feel a sense of helplessness and unwillingness. △ The top point said,

The people who really couldn't think of it had to choose the most stupid way after all, brute force.

After the unanimous consent of the bigwigs of all parties, everyone reached an agreement again, and all the super strong people above the integration period took turns to bombard the four doors, and everyone didn't believe it, and they couldn't blast open these stone doors with the strength of all the super strong people.

With the agreement of the bigwigs of all parties, those forces that did not have the support of the strong people in the merger period were quickly dispersed mercilessly, although the forces of all parties had great opinions on this, but alas, this is the world of cultivators, in this world, there is no reason at all, some are just the size of fists.

In addition to the original eighteen forces, plus the later three holy places of Shu Mountain, Five Elements Mountain, and Wuliang Mountain, as well as some foreign forces, they have a combination period, or a force whose combat power is comparable to that of a strong person in the combination period, is actually as high as a full thirty-one parties, plus the seven lone travelers, for a time, the hall can be described as a strong cloud.

Bombarding the stone gate will be counterattacked tenfold, and no one will stand in the hall stupidly and bombard the door of the secret room, but all of them will sweep into the air, leaving themselves enough time to dodge and counterattack.

The violent breaking finally began, the first to shoot was the Pope of the Holy See, and the second shot was the rusty sword Ye Mohui, everyone's bombardment spared no effort, and, in order to avoid being injured by the tenfold counterattack, everyone immediately flew away the moment they shot.

As for the master of the Yuan Infant Stage, he flew away from the periphery of the treasure even earlier, and could only watch from a distance as the strong people above the Fit Stage played happily above the treasure, and his eyes were full of envy.

The violent bombardment, non-stop, all the masters who were qualified to stay, all worked hard to eat milk, one after another frantically bombarded the four doors, but unfortunately, this violent bombardment has lasted for a whole day and night, except for a few cracks in the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, the other three doors of the secret room still have not changed in any way, but even so, everyone is as excited as if they have been beaten with chicken blood.

The continuous bombardment continued, but inside the funeral world, Zhang He stood up again and slowly raised his right foot again.

This step is a brand-new step, a step that no one has been able to take, looking at the white bones of the forest that are very weathered under his feet and completely crushed by himself, Zhang He's heart can't help but raise his throat.

The test of life and death is coming again, and Zhang He doesn't know if he can be lucky to survive after taking this step, but Zhang He also knows very well that constantly moving forward is his only way to live.

A step of life and death, and this step is a step that no one has ever reached.

One step, although it is only one step, is like a moat, and it is like a chasm that cannot be crossed.

At this moment, the distance between life and death is only one step away; At this moment, the distance between life and death was only half a foot away from the ground.

Nima, it's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

Nima, brother doesn't believe it, brother really can't survive this catastrophe.

In the silent murmuring, Zhang He finally fell down fiercely when he gritted his teeth, but what Zhang He never expected was that those weapons that were so violent that people palpitated did not attack, but fell silent in an instant.

Nima, is this a situation again? Zhang He couldn't help but be speechless again.

Nima, play people, isn't it?

A burst of surprise for the rest of his life after the catastrophe instantly flooded Zhang He's heart, and after a while, Zhang He, who had adjusted his feelings, raised his right foot again, but all the weapons rioted again, but they did not attack it in groups, but unlike before, this time, a long sword suddenly rose from the ground and shot towards Zhang He.

The long sword is off the ground, this is another Shenma situation?

But what made Zhang He speechless was that just as he was about to resist the violent attack with all his might, the long sword stopped abruptly and suspended in front of Zhang He, and, after a while, this long sword actually took the initiative to practice the sword move.

Uh, that's okay? The ownerless long sword actually practiced sword moves, and this is the situation of Shenma? Could it be that this long sword is practicing the sword moves of its master? Zhang He, who was full of doubts, carefully observed the long sword.

The long sword flew over, bringing up a cold glow in the sky, but what made Zhang He even more speechless was that after a while, thousands of weapons immediately rose from the ground and practiced their own moves.

For a while, the sword light and sword shadows flew all over the sky, and the entire funeral world seemed to have become a world of weapon performances, but with the end of the long sword independent drill, all the weapons stopped the drill, and all pointed at Zhang He in unison, followed by a tragic aura that was so strong that people couldn't help but want to turn around and flee.

I rub, this is the situation again? Looking at the thousands of weapons neatly arranged in front of him like a well-trained soldier, Zhang He couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling.

Moments later, the weapon was moving again.

The first to act was the long sword, the sharp long sword seemed to be raised high, and it made a straight slash downward trend, and with the change of the long sword, all the weapons also turned into a straight slash downward trend.

The movements were uniform, as if thousands of soldiers raised their weapons at the same time, roaring wildly, "Kill...... Kill...... At this moment, Zhang He seemed to have traveled through time and space, saw the cruel battlefield thousands of years ago, and seemed to see a group of tragic decisive battles with weapons held high, roaring loudly, and preparing to fight to the death with the enemy.

With the movement of the weapon, a tragic killing intent suddenly rose into the sky, just the oppression of the momentum made Zhang He feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and Zhang He almost lost the will to resist.

The tragic killing intent was still increasing, making Zhang He feel a chill through his bones, and the urge to turn around and flee became stronger and stronger.

Unconsciously, cold sweat crawled all over Zhang He's forehead, floated all over Zhang He's back, gathered into a stream, "gurgling" down Zhang He's cheeks, and down Zhang He's back.

This is a kind of momentum oppression, an absolute momentum oppression, although Zhang He has seen many masters, but even if he is a master of the Mahayana period, he can't burst into such a terrifying, so tragic, so terrifying momentum.

The increasingly strong tragic murderous aura made the urge to turn around and flee stronger and stronger, and the tragic killing intent was disintegrating Zhang He's will one by one, and destroying Zhang He's confrontational heart one by one.

If this battle is defeated, it will definitely leave an indelible shadow on Zhang He, and it will become Zhang He's lingering demon.

This is a contest of wills, this is a tempering of the mind.

If he wins, Zhang He's mind will become extremely strong; If defeated, Zhang He may die, but if he escapes, Zhang He's heart will definitely leave an indelible shadow, and it will ruthlessly block Zhang He's road to becoming a strong man.

Although Zhang He really wanted to turn around and escape, Zhang He also knew very well that if he escaped, even if he only took half a step back, his state of mind would be hit unimaginably, and his path to becoming a strong man would be immeasurably affected.

If you don't explode in oppression, you will ruin miè in oppression.

In the face of more and more tragic killing intent, Zhang He finally made his voice,

"Kill." With an earth-shattering roar, Zhang He's body suddenly burst into an astonishing burst of battle intent.

The battle intent burst out, and the tragic killing intent collided silently, and with the burst of war intent, the killing intent immediately became more tragic, making Zhang He seem to see the scene of thousands of troops and horses fighting fiercely, and as if he saw the picture of thousands of troops and horses holding their swords high and rushing towards him madly.

The tragic killing intent caused the temperature of the entire space to drop by several degrees, making Zhang He shiver uncontrollably several times as if he was on the Antarctic ice field.

The killing intent is amazing, silent, but extremely domineering suppresses Zhang He's fighting intent, wants to destroy Zhang He's will, wants to destroy Zhang He's fighting heart, and leaves Zhang He with an indelible shadow in his heart, unconsciously, the oppression of killing intent makes Zhang He's eyes turn red, as if the dying man is making the last struggle.

Zhang He, who was almost destroyed by the killing intent, suddenly raised his head and let out an exhaustive roar at the endless sky, "Kill." ”

"Kill."

"Kill."

Three roars in succession tore apart the funeral world and pushed Zhang He's momentum to the peak.

"Kill." Another roar sounded, and the peerless sword suddenly appeared in Zhang He's hand.

"Kill." roared again, and Zhang He, who was shattered in battle, raised the long sword in his hand high, but at the moment when the long sword was raised, all the weapons in the burial realm rose to the sky, neatly arranged in front of Zhang He like thousands of male soldiers.

"Zheng."

Thousands of weapons, as if they were all like soldiers who had received orders, and like iron-blooded warbands that had been provoked, all let out bursts of crisp hissing sounds, and burst into a burst of even more tragic killing intent.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.