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No one knew what Wang Xuemin and the Dao Palace Demon Palace had planned back then.

Now, the Wang family and his party looked at the dangerous and mysterious ruins of the Wang family in front of them, and gradually made up their minds.

According to Wang Si's analysis, this very special relic that appeared out of thin air in front of him has a high probability of leaving some of the circumstances of the year. So, no matter what danger it contains, you have to go in and break in.

This is the last chance for the Wang family!

If you miss it, there is no hope of rising.

"Let's go!"

"Get in from the side."

"The center of the inverted cross, which is probably the area we are looking for, go straight into it."

"Take a look, you've got all the weird items you have, right? After entering, listen to my command, and never act without permission. ”

Wang Si commanded.

The group began to check the equipment.

The scent of a special candle made of Coleman vine can dispel ordinary plant weirdness, or expose some invisible plant weirdness in the past.

Gold dust, this is the most important material. Each of them brought a big bottle. Even between the clothes, sprinkled some.

The Mysterious Knife, a weapon made of a mixture of special bronze, black iron, and extremely condensed gold dust. This thing is used in conjunction with the qi and blood of the warrior, and can effectively cause lethal damage to many types of weirdness. Weak and weird, it can even kill with one hit.

And so on and so forth.

However, in the world of gods, in the face of the endless weirdness in the wilderness, the creatures that are mutating all the time, the so-called preparation, no matter how full it is, is useless.

These simple preparations are only a slight protection.

At this moment, the Wang family is considered to have entered relatively late, and before them, most of the martial artists have already entered it.

Don't look at it from the outside world, this ruin seems to be only ten acres in size, but its internal space is unusually large. It seems that some special spatial means have been applied to expand the internal space to more than ten times the original size.

Many warriors were scattered among them, like a drop of water dissolved into the ocean, without showing mountains and water, and without a trace.

The interior of a declinted ruin.

The people of the Demon Palace, including the Demon Words, were carefully on guard, observing the surroundings.

"It's ......"

"Records of certain events of the year?"

A Demon Palace disciple said with a frown as he looked at the pattern on the ruins wall.

I saw that in the pattern, there was a huge silver-white clock, which suddenly descended into the world. There was a man kneeling in front of the clock, as if accepting a divine parable! In the blink of an eye, this man had already begun to conquer the world, and countless forces were wiped out under his struggle.

And in the process, the mysterious and strange clock has been looming behind it. At that time, it was like a dark eye, silently watching everything.

It's weird, and it's frightening.

"This Clock ......"

The Demon Palace disciple looked at the dark eyes inside the clock and opened his mouth, but suddenly found that he couldn't make any sound.

A ticking sound like a clock ringing from the depths of his soul suddenly appeared in every inch of his flesh and blood, and what was even more terrifying was that at the end, this sound began to use his body as a boundary, towards the surrounding void, constantly spreading.

The surrounding area that was originally filled with fog and calm without waves was wrinkled, grandiose, loud, but like a talisman, the ticking sound drilled into everyone's ears like a curse.

"Damn it!"

The leader of the Demon Palace, his face sank, and the blood qi on his body suddenly burst out.

The surrounding fog and the ticking of the clock were dispersed by the blood qi, and the fog retreated to the depths of the ruins before slowly condensing again.

"What are you doing!"

"Do you know ......"

Before the group had time to glare at the Demon Palace disciple, they found that this guy was originally facing the wall pattern, but at this moment, he was standing in place, his body was not moving, and his head was twisted violently.

Between the turns, the neck still made that clattering sound.

But he didn't react, his face was extremely pale, as if the blood inside had been drained, pulling out a trace of a strange smile, empty eyes, just staring at everyone, indescribably weird.

"He's coming!"

"He's coming!"

"You ...... will all die...... It's going to die......"

It was like muttering from the abdomen, and the next moment, after saying this, this Demon Palace disciple was in front of everyone, and the flesh and blood on his body began to fall off inch by inch from his face, falling to the ground one by one, but after a while, these flesh and blood turned into silver-white insects, bustling, and after a while, he burrowed into the ground and disappeared.

Looking at the child of the Demon Palace who has no flesh and blood skin, the flesh and blood skin is not a body of muscles and bones, but instead there are countless clock parts, such as gears of different sizes, various curved and twisted hands, and even all kinds of strange symbols.

It's as if the whole body has turned into a huge clock.

"This ......"

Pedal Pedal Ped

Everyone was shocked and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

What's going on?

Why did he become like this?

The flesh and blood of the whole body unknowingly turned into such a horrific condition.

Is this still human?

What kind of weirdness can be so weird that it can turn a person into this ghost?

And until this moment, it seemed that he knew that he was about to die, and this demon palace disciple who had no flesh and blood skin, and his internal organs and muscles and bones had turned into clock structures, suddenly woke up as if he had returned to his soul.

"No ......"

"Your Excellency...... Help me....... Help me! ”

"I don't ...... Don't want to die! ”

Bang!

Reaching out in vain his mechanical arm, he wailed in pain as his body completely disintegrated.

All the clock parts were reassembled in the void to form a brilliant silver-white clock. A red flame burned silently inside, and inside the flame, there seemed to be a man wailing.

This is the soul of that Demon Palace disciple!

He's being used as fuel for this weird clock!

Rumble!

At this time, the people of the Demon Palace, who were in the lead, shot again. Powerful qi and blood mixed with a strange knife, draped fiercely on the clock.

There was a clanging sound like metal clashing, and the clock tumbled into the deep fog and vanished.

"What a hard hardness!"

"Strange knives made of bronze, black iron, and gold dust can't leave the slightest trace on them. This thing ......."

All the people of the Demon Palace were relieved from the strange scene before, but they fell into a new round of shock.

They knew how powerful the seemingly ordinary blow of the leader of their group was. This is an attack that can damage even the weird and weird stuff of panic.

However, even such a powerful blow had almost no effect on the silver-white clock formed on the basis of human flesh and blood, leaving not even a trace.

It's incredible!

What the hell is this?

"It's erosion pollution!"

"Martial artists below level five, don't look at those murals."

"Condense the power of qi and blood, protect the body, and watch."

The leader of the Demon Palace had a gloomy face and instructed.

They entered the ruins, and after such a short time, they lost no less than dozens of people. Although most of them are fourth- and fifth-level martial artists, they are distressing enough.

These are all his descendants!

Along the way, there are so many weird and numbing scalps that it is almost impossible to prevent. The ruins felt like a spooky nest. He was wondering if this was the weird place where the Wang family used to detain them.

Now that the Wang family has collapsed, all the weird people who are imprisoned here have escaped.

Even a mural contains danger, and for the danger level of this place, the leader of the Demon Palace has raised more than one level in his heart.

"Erosion pollution?"

"What's that?"

Hearing the words of the leader of the Demon Palace, the low-level martial artist honestly did not go to look at the mural. The lessons of the past are still fresh in their minds, and they don't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

The more advanced warriors, on the other hand, refocused on the erosion and pollution and the murals on the walls in front of them.

A saying that has been handed down from Wang Xuemin. Back then, his power was this strange state that could turn people into clocks, and the warriors at that time didn't know what it was. Later, after the Demon Palace and Dao Palace joined forces to study, they found that this was a special power that had never been discovered before. It can erode and pollute anything, even dead things. Things that are polluted by erosion will move closer to this! ”

The palace master of the Demon Palace walked to the mural, and after pondering for a moment, he pointed to the patterns of the clocks on the picture and said.

"Erosion pollution! Those clocks...... Is this weird thing? ”

Mo Yanli frowned, and he thought of Wang Ying's previous state again. This kind of weird thing about clocks has existed before for Wang Ying.

"It's supposed to be weird!"

"And it's a new weirdness that we've never found inside the Ghost Eye Province. For this special power that can corrode pollution, transform human beings into clock form, and even give power and retain consciousness, we were very interested in the Demon Palace before. ”

"You know, the last generation of the Demon Palace Palace Lord was ......"

The leader of the Demon Palace shook his head while looking at the mural, but he didn't finish his sentence. Eventually, he stopped at the very beginning of the mural.

- The huge silver-white clock descended, and a man knelt on the ground, receiving a metaphorical pattern.

"There has always been speculation within the Demon Palace that Wang Xuemin is not the source of that special power. Speculation is that there is something else behind it. Maybe it's a weird head. Now it seems that it was. ”

"This huge silver-white clock is the root of everything!"

"I just don't know, did the palace master know it back then?"

On the screen, the silver-white clock that looks like a huge dark eye condensed in the center makes everyone fall into deep thought.

There was a deathly silence!

It was so quiet that the silence was interrupted until a whimper, like a child crying or a woman whispering, came from the depths of the ruins.

At this moment, the endless fog is constantly diffusing and spreading among the ruins. It's like a sleeping beast breathing regularly.

Wave after wave, rhythmic ripple.

Accompanied by that whimpering sound, in this mist, there seems to be an unknown vitality that makes the scalp tingle!

It's alive!

The group of people in the Demon Palace glanced at each other, and there was a hint of vigilance in their eyes.

What's going on here?

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now

In other areas, different teams, have been subjected to all kinds of strange attacks.

For a time, many teams turned on their backs and suffered heavy losses. Some teams even wanted to go back, but found that the road they had come from had disappeared without realizing it.

Whether it's going back or going forward, it's a new, different passage.

In each passage, all kinds of strange patterns are inscribed. But no matter what kind of pattern, it is inseparable from the huge silver-white clock.

This thing seems to be the main theme of this ruin, and its power rules everything here, even affecting the endless weird and strange stories inside the ruins.

Omnipresent, omnipotent!

The low-level warriors were constantly eroded by it, turning into silver-white clocks and disappearing into the mist, and the high-level warriors were also disturbed by the dark eyes inside the clock, and they always felt as if those eyes were alive, staring at them.

And as more and more warriors died, especially more and more individuals who turned into clocks and plunged into the mist, after reaching a certain limit, the fog that permeated the entire ruins seemed to come to life all of a sudden.

It's like a giant beast breathing, contracting rhythmically. And with gusts of wind, the tragic cold air also poured out from the ground, turning into layers of cold hoarfrost on the ground. Countless red-haired whirlwinds began to emerge in all corners of the ruins.

At this moment, the entire ruins seem to be alive!

It's breathing!

It's turning its body!

The strange aura that made the whole soul tremble, and layers of fine cold sweat involuntarily appeared on the skin, and it continued to spread throughout the ruins.

At this moment, no one dared to act again, and stayed in place, as if facing a great enemy.

What is it?

What is it?

Something is going to wake up!

This question kept popping up in everyone's minds, and the atmosphere became more and more tense, and the uneasiness, fear, fear, and even began to disturb their minds and disturb their minds.

When this strange state is condensed to the limit~

Bang!

With a violent vibration that lasted for ten seconds, the mist that had been permeating the ruins suddenly receded towards the center of the ruins.

The retreat is very fast!

It's as if there is a huge hole in the center, and all the fog has been sucked in force.

After only a few moments, all the fog disappeared.

The entire ruins, except for the unknowable center, the rest of the area is completely devoid of the slightest trace of fog.

It's as if it never existed.

However, with that, a whimper, accompanied by a strange gurgling sound, sounded again.

That seems to be ~

Everyone's hearts trembled, and a thought involuntarily appeared in their heads!

The sound of swallowing and chewing!

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