The battlefield was a mess, with broken wood, corpses... Oh no, there are no more objects worthy of corpses, only minced meat, mixed and messy!

The hilichurls were retreating, but Tang Zijin's joy only disappeared in an instant, he knew that they had won a strange way, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, and looked around in a panic, but did not find the figure he wanted to see.

"Damn, I've been cheated again! Hurry up and chase! It must be that guy Yang Hao copied the hilichurls' lair, and there will be no hair left when it's late! After speaking, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he pulled his legs and chased after him.

I have to say that Tang Zijin really understands Yang Hao, and he is too slow, most of the things they want have already been swallowed by Yang Hao, and they can't take what Yang Hao is taking now.

Time back, ten minutes ago, Yang Hao followed the passage to a majestic hall, the space is so large that it occupies most of the building itself.

The floor, beams, pillars, and objects of the main hall are all painted with gold, which is resplendent and makes people feel that the space is disordered.

There was a large altar in the center, and unknown blood flowed in the lines on the altar, forming a strange pattern, Yang Hao felt very familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen it.

On the four corners of the altar were four old hilichurls with atrophied muscles, their eyes were glazed, their mouths were chattering all the time, and their voices were so small that Yang Hao couldn't hear them clearly.

Just as Yang Hao was observing the utensils in the main hall, the four old hilichurls suddenly trembled and raised the spears in their hands, their voices suddenly amplified, and they chanted incantations.

The main hall is like an expansion. Sound. amplified the voices of the four old hilichurls more than ten times, which was deafening.

Yang Hao hid at the entrance, watched the changes in the hall, communicated with the strong wind outside, and learned that the hilichurls outside were also performing spells, and immediately understood that this was the hilichurls' fault, and they were going to be called "God Dad".

He asked Gale to be careful and protect Feng Zixuan, and did not interrupt the old hilichurl's chanting.

In a short time, the blood on the altar gradually dried up amid the sound of a high incantation, and the gold dust of the main hall gradually dimmed, and even fell off, and an illusory figure with a tall ceiling appeared.

After more than ten seconds, this phantom had condensed into a solid-like existence, wearing a yellow robe and a hood, and his face was pitch black, and his face was not visible at all.

The breeze gradually rose in the main hall, flowing in a certain mysterious rhythm.

The wind is small, but in Yang Hao's eyes, it is more powerful than the wind outside, because it contains the mystery of the wind.

It can be said that whirlwind swordsmanship is the first and most commonly used skill since Yang Hao entered the game, and after a long time of practice and understanding, he has a certain understanding of the core of this swordsmanship - the power of wind, but it is still far from reaching the level of mystery.

The phantom in front of him should be the king in yellow, although it is just a projection, but it can also cause some superficial mysteries.

To be honest, Yang Hao, who felt the mystery of the wind at this moment, did not enter the legendary state of epiphany, and he didn't have any special feelings, but he felt that the wind here made him very comfortable and intoxicated.

Yang Hao didn't think about anything now, he emptied himself, tried his best to feel, tried his best to remember this wonderful feeling with his body, and gradually didn't know the time, and he also inadvertently cut off the magic power that supplied the earth siphon witch array.

A moment later, a distant will descended from the void, and the old hilichurls showed fanatical expressions, and chanted incantations and spears even more excitedly.

This will was discovered as soon as it came, and Yang Hao, who was hiding, had to say that it was an honor.

Yang Hao woke up in an instant, looked up at the figure in the center of the altar, and saw his head slightly lowered, although the darkness still covered his face, but Yang Hao deeply felt the strong gaze, the gaze that could not be concealed.

He didn't understand why the "King in Yellow" would notice his ant, exuding a will that contained some kind of disgust.

Do I have a total "taste" of grams?

Yang Hao suddenly felt a little dirty, spat out his saliva, and took a few steps back.

Maybe it was Yang Hao's existence that angered that will, or maybe there was some misunderstanding.

Many thick tentacles suddenly appeared under the yellow robe, and without saying a word, they flattened the four nearest old hilichurls, and the annoying incantation sound disappeared suddenly.

In the eyes of the old rulers, there is no difference between humans, minions, or other creatures, just as a person does not care whether an ant is male or female until it is crushed, and if it is killed, it is killed, and there is no reason to kill.

The moment the tentacle grew, the originally gentle will turned into pure malice in the blink of an eye, if it weren't for Yang Hao's strong spiritual resistance, he might not be able to move his legs, so he could only be killed!

The moment Yang Hao changed his mind, he felt bad, and he was alarmed in his heart, so he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

A second later, the sound of the spell was gone, and he was even more revenant, relentless in his magic power, stepping on the flames and trying to flee.

Behind him, a huge tentacle stretched out to the door, dividing into countless large and small tentacles, occupying the entire passage, and some were divided at every fork, but the tentacles in a single passage have not decreased.

The speed of the tentacles was dazzlingly fast, and when Yang Hao ran to the rancid path, he had already caught up with him.

Fortunately, the mud maggot was completely brainless, and dared to take the initiative to attack, although it was completely wiped out without accident, but it still delayed Yang Hao a lot of time.

"Gale! Where have you been?! Yang Hao reported to Gale as he ran.

"Brother Hao, what's wrong? I'm almost at the door, and the hilichurls are pouring in! Dafeng heard that Yang Hao's tone was wrong, and his face changed and asked.

"Run! Let's get all running! Don't come in! Yang Hao had already heard the chaotic movement in front of him, and the hilichurls were close at hand.

Turning a corner, Yang Hao immediately saw a large number of angry hilichurls, almost crowding the passage. As soon as they saw Yang Hao, their eyes immediately became as red as their skin, and they rushed up to tear Yang Hao apart.

At this time, there was a sudden "rumbling" sound behind him, Yang Hao thought that the tentacles had caught up, and looked back in shock, a huge disc was rolling rapidly, and it turned out to be a coiled mud maggot.

This guy is also an anomaly, far smarter than his companions, and his rolling speed is even two points faster than the speed of Yang Hao's escape, and he has no intention of stopping attacking when he passes Yang Hao.

Yang Hao was worried about how to quickly break through the hilichurls, so he came with such a "strong reinforcement", and suddenly had an idea.

...

Outside, Gale found Cheng Jiahui and asked him to order everyone to stop the pursuit.

"What? You let us escape! Why?! Cheng Jiahui looked at the gale, and immediately thought of it: Could this be that Yang Hao is alarmist, and the good things have not yet arrived?