Chapter 412: Tomb of the Gods

"What kind of place is this? It's like a big coffin. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" slapped his horse forward and smiled.

"This is the tomb of the gods, and all the gods who died in the battlefield of the gods will be buried here." Jiang Yan said with some solemnity.

The god mentioned here is a real god-level powerhouse, from heaven to earth, and even more omnipotent, if you use one sentence to describe it, it is tens of millions of people, I will go.

Those demigods can only be buried between the mountains, but the gods have specially built cemeteries, you know, those demigods alone are far more than the so-called five-level advanced players, not to mention the real god-level powerhouses.

Jiang Yan turned over and dismounted, raised his hand to apply a group stealth technique, and then carefully entered the tomb with the little beauty.

From the outside, the tomb of the gods is quite huge, and the feeling of entering the inside is even more obvious, and there is an extremely empty hall in the eyes, and there are hundreds of white jade giant pillars that can only be hugged by dozens of people.

The entire hall was empty, and there was not a single figure in sight.

"Lemon, what's going on? Didn't you say there was a grave keeper in it? He was skeptical.

Jiang Yan squinted his eyes, which was also a little strange.

As the burial place of the real god-level powerhouse, there are many living demigod powerhouses guarding the tomb here, called the tomb keeper.

Although the demons organized the manpower to capture the tomb of the gods, drove away the tomb keepers, and tried in vain to demonize the god-level powerhouses in it, they would not let outsiders in.

At this moment, Jiang Yan's eyes moved, but he saw countless scratches on a pillar not far away.

The scratches were deep and shallow, and he could almost instantly recognize them.

"Sword Qi Slash, Angry Slash the World, Great Bright Arrow, Meteor Rain."

When his eyes fell to the bottom of the pillar, he saw some flowing crimson liquid, like magma deep underground, exuding an extremely terrifying burning sensation.

"The meteorite fell from the sky, and it seems that there are still some remnants of thunder spells."

Jiang Yan muttered.

"Could it be that there are already players here?" Surprised.

Jiang Yan opened the list of friends, waited for a while, shook his head and said: "The news from Xiao Dou's side, whether it is Dark, Qingmei or Aotian, is organizing players above level 100 who meet the requirements, and they have not yet left. ”

After all, in the eyes of many people, time is enough, and before that, it is natural that the more people, the better.

Just like Jiang Yan, he has more than five pieces of equipment on his body, as long as he wants to, he can average the equipment, and he can enter here with four players who have advanced to the fifth time.

At the moment, the number of players in each guild's fifth advancement varies, but at least they are all above a hundred, but when it comes to legendary weapons, the number of players in each guild will not exceed twenty or thirty.

Even if they fight tigers tonight, after statistics, there are only about two dozen people who meet the requirements for entering the battlefield of gods.

"Could it be someone from the other main city? The troubled times of Stormwind City, the throne of Darkcloud City, or the Holy Judgment of Star City? ”

"No, it won't." Jiang Yan lowered his head and pondered.

He and the Troubled Times, the Throne, the Holy Judgment and others have already passed the qi, not to mention that the battlefield of the gods has not really opened, even if it is opened now, they will not send people to enter.

"If it's not a player in China......" Jiang Yan's eyes flashed and suddenly said.

"You mean!" Tilt suddenly remembered something, and was slightly startled.

"Come with me!"

Jiang Yan let out a low snort, once again blessed the group to be invisible, and galloped in one direction.

In the empty hall, there were more than thirty passages, but Jiang Yan chose one of them without hesitation.

This passage leads to him and his destination, and it would not be a good thing to be taken first!

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan started to travel thousands of miles, pulling the shallow and running wildly.

The big red wolf king's cloak hunted behind him, but fortunately, there were also several pieces of equipment on his body that increased his movement speed, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to keep up with Jiang Yan.

After a while, there was a piercing scream from the front of the passage, and there was a faint sound of swords.

Jiang Yan and Tian Qian glanced at each other and quietly stepped forward.

More than ten meters away, a pitch-black humanoid creature was entangled with a sword-wielding player.

The player was covered in a variety of colors, with faint multicolored lights and inches of orange faintly visible.

He was like a ghost, dexterously moving through the narrow passages, and with every movement or jump, the sword light that emerged from the sword body also slashed at the body of the pitch-black monster mercilessly.

Accompanied by the splash of green liquid, it left deep sword marks on the monster's body.

This pitch-black humanoid monster was the half-demon powerhouse who died thousands of years ago, and the piercing screams before came from its mouth.

“Go,GO,Go!” The sword-wielding player shouted several times, and the long sword conjured up several afterimages that rained down on the monster.

One damage after another has risen, and the output of each attack is more than tens of thousands, which is very terrifying!

The half-demon roared, his body trembled, and a flicker appeared behind the sword-wielding player, a faint black phantom emerged from behind it, and thick arms emerged from the phantom, forming two extremely hideous huge ghost claws, grabbing the sword-wielding player's head.

At this moment, there was a loud sound of tearing in the air, and with a bang, a huge transparent arrow of light appeared out of thin air, piercing the two hideous ghost claws like lightning.

The half-demon let out a cry of pain, and before it could react, a white beam of light fell from the sky, enveloping the phantom behind it.

The sound of Zilazila came, and the phantom was already extremely faint, and at this time, it trembled even more, and it actually disappeared under the beam.

Only then did Jiang Yan and Tan Qian discover that on the side of the sword-wielding man, an elven archer and a priest player appeared.

"It's a foreigner!" Jiang Yan said.

"And it's Americans." Tilt added.

Looking at Jiang Yan's puzzled look, he chuckled and said, "Didn't he just shout a go, that's the pronunciation of the Americans." ”

Although Jiang Yan's English ability is limited, he still knows American English and British English, he nodded, his eyes swept away, and said:

"A level 102 priest, two legendary weapons, the healing amount is about 2w+, and the life will not exceed 8,000 points."

"A level 103 archer, three legendary weapons, a bright arrow with a binding effect, fast attack speed and high attack."

"The strongest is the sword-wielding man, the level is unknown, level 105 or above, at least two legendary weapons." Jiang Yan paused, "A sub-artifact." ”

After listening to Jiang Yan's story, his eyes lit up, and he looked at it directly.

Even she only has four legendary weapons, and these three foreigners can be regarded as rich in comparison.

Jiang Yan didn't know that she was thinking carefully about killing people and selling goods, although she had been telling the little beauty to be an upright person, but there were more than 30 passages in the tomb of the gods, and these three people chose this one and came here, how could Jiang Yan not understand?

If he guessed correctly, these three people might have a task opposite to him, just like when he first met Aotian.

Jiang Yan and Tilt Qian want to transport grain and grass, and Aotian receives the task of intercepting grain and grass.

Even if it wasn't the opposite hostile mission, it was exactly the same mission, and as far as Jiang Yan knew, there wouldn't be too many of the same hidden classes.

In other words, he and the three players opposite are completely in a life-and-death competition, not to mention three foreigners.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Jiang Yan made a decision.

"Priest to you, the archer and swordsman, I'll deal with it."

He reblessed the group invisibility, and slowly parted with the tilt to the sides.