"Since that's the case, let's ask Senior Brother Zheng to take action and take that kid down!"

As he spoke, Monk Yang had already flown towards the other exit of the Blood Lake, as if he wanted to prevent Monk Zheng from fleeing directly after killing Lin Feng.

For this scene, the monk surnamed Zheng didn't care about it, as soon as Yuan Li moved, he directly entered the clearing, his speed seemed to be no less than that of the monk surnamed Zhou, almost instantly, he had already come to Lin Feng.

At this time, Lin Feng also climbed to the hill bag, and at this time, he was shocked to find that the hill bag was similar to a volcanic crater, except that the volcano contained magma, and the hill bag was a blood lake.

The entire hill had been hollowed out, and the belly of the mountain was viscous with almost jelly-like blood, which kept bubbling and then shattering, and blood splattered all over the mountain walls. It looks weird.

Just when Lin Feng was surprised, the monk surnamed Zheng had already come behind Lin Feng.

Then as soon as he grabbed it, he grabbed Lin Feng in his hand, and the yuan power in his body gushed out, rushing towards Lin Feng's thin body!

"Do you still have to use the last hole card after all?" Seeing this scene, Lin Feng sighed in his heart, and then decisively chose to be pinched in his hand all the time, and even the hole cards that he had never used in the face of the black-robed man!

"Enter the dungeon!"

"The system prompts: The replica is successfully turned on, and the replica is being selected."

"System prompt: The replica was selected successfully, and the replica is being created."

"This dungeon: Yellow Turban Rebellion! Open! ”

When a burst of brilliance flashed, Lin Feng, who was stunned and unspeakably stunned, suddenly disappeared into the hands of the monk surnamed Zheng.

"! The surname Zheng is cheating! The monk surnamed Zhou shouted, his eyes were full of blood, and he rushed directly into the clearing.

But suddenly, a sudden change occurred, and the left hand of the monk surnamed Zhou turned into a ball of blood the moment he just entered the clearing, and then was directly sucked into the blood lake.

A strange look of pain appeared on the face of the monk surnamed Zhou, and almost instantly, he had stopped his momentum, and then quickly retreated behind him like a flash of lightning.

Looking at the disappeared left arm, the monk surnamed Zhou was afraid for a while, if he was one step later, I am afraid that it would not only be his left arm that would disappear, without any words, the monk surnamed Zhou immediately sat down cross-legged,

A pool of blood appeared on his head, and Bo Bo's blood flowed from the blood pool into the broken left arm of the monk surnamed Zhou, like a surging river, without stopping.

In the end, the speed at which the blood gushed out of the blood pool was no less than that of a large river, and I didn't know how a blood pool that was only three zhang in size could accommodate so much blood.

But no matter how the blood flowed into the broken left arm of the monk surnamed Zhou, his left arm still did not condense until the blood in the entire blood pool had dried up, and his left arm gradually condensed half of it.

The monk surnamed Zhou breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, raised his head to look, only to find that the monk surnamed Zheng and the monk surnamed Yang had appeared in front of him at some point, with a strange look in their eyes.

Not good!

The monk surnamed Zhou chuckled in his heart.

At this moment, the monk surnamed Yang had already slowly spoken, and there was a strange smile in his voice.

"I really can't imagine that Senior Brother Zhou has been in the slaughtering peak for so long, and his eyesight is still so poor, can't you see what life-saving yuan weapon that kid used to shuttle through space?"

"But it seems that Senior Brother Zhou seems to be a little seriously injured, even the blood pool is dry, hehehe!" At the end of the sentence, the face of the monk surnamed Yang was already full of smiles.

The monk surnamed Zhou secretly tightened his heart, and then turned his head to look back, but when he saw the scene behind him, his heart was full of despair.

The monk surnamed Zheng didn't know when he was already standing behind him, still with a wooden dead face, as if it would never change.

"Hahaha............"

There was a burst of desperate laughter in the dense forest, followed by an endless roar, smoke and dust billowed out, and trees tens of meters and hundreds of meters high were broken one after another!

Then, there was silence again, a silent silence......

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"At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the rulers were corrupt and incompetent, relatives and eunuchs were dictatorial one after another, the frontier wars continued, the country was getting weaker and weaker, the government was corrupt, the people were not able to make a living, and because of the national drought, the grains were not collected and the taxes were not reduced, and the desperate poor peasants rose up one after another under the order of the giant deer'Zhang Jiao', and they wore yellow scarves on their heads and shouted: 'The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the year is in Jiazi, and the world is auspicious'! A peasant uprising known as the Yellow Turban Rebellion was launched! ”

At that time, Qing, Xu, You, Hebei, Jing, Yang, Yan, and Henan eight prefectures rose up one after another, and millions of followers followed! The Yellow Turban Army was like a bamboo, the prefecture and county were lost, and the officials fled, shaking Kyoto. ”

In a low system prompt, Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

It's just that when his consciousness was sober and he heard the system prompt, he was stunned, "What the hell?" Isn't the first copy in "Phantom World" to kill the demon road? How it became the Yellow Turban Rebellion. ”

"And what does it mean to randomly select a copy? Could it be that from now on, all copies will no longer be copies of "Phantom"? ”

The doubts in Lin Feng's heart were really indescribable, he remembered clearly, a copy of the "Phantom World" in his previous life was a demon killing dao, and it was usually only a disciple who had gone out of the mountain to practice.

If calculated according to the strength standard of this world, the attack power of the Demon Dao should be around the ninth rank of Yangyuan, and because of this, Lin Feng has not chosen to enter the dungeon.

It was because he was worried that he would be killed by the demon Dao after entering the dungeon, and because of this, when he learned that the monk surnamed Zhou and the monk surnamed Yang and others wanted to kill him, Lin Feng did not immediately choose to enter the dungeon, and in the end, he really couldn't escape it, so he chose to enter the dungeon!

It's just that I didn't expect that the dungeon system has changed, and it turned out to be a randomly selected dungeon, no longer a copy that follows the "Phantom World" in the previous life.

So that he doesn't have to worry about being killed by the demon path, but it also means that the experience of those perfect single-brush copies in his previous life will no longer be useful, but what does it mean to choose the Yellow Turban Rebellion!

Even if Lin Feng was seriously injured at this time, he was still a monk, if he faced a secular army, in complex terrain, he could rely on his speed and long-range Yuan Law attack to kill hundreds of thousands of troops.

There is no doubt at all, so what would choose such a weak world as a copy?

Thinking like this, Lin Feng also began to look at the surrounding environment, this was a simple tent full of the smell of medicine and blood, and there were some hoes and swords in the tent.