Where did you come from? Liu Wei'an asked.

"I took a shortcut. I've been in the cemetery for so many years, and I know a lot of back doors. The little crow was triumphant.

"If you don't tell me through the back door, you're too unkind." Liu Wei'an said.

"Uh-" the little crow rolled her eyes, "what did you just see?" ”

"What just happened?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"This tomb gate is very evil, and many great powers have landed in this tomb gate." The little crow had a serious expression.

"I ask you what just happened?" Liu Wei'an was dissatisfied.

"I just arrived, I don't know." Little Crow said.

"Haven't you been here for a long time? How come you don't know anything? Liu Wei'an sarcastically.

"If I knew everything, would I still be stuck here?" The little crow said depressedly.

"Uh-okay." Liu Wei'an recounted the experience just now.

"You mean—the Immortal Inheritance Sutra?" The little crow gasped, "Impossible, I haven't heard that the king of people has obtained this scripture, I am sure that the king of people will not know the "Immortal Inheritance Sutra" in front of him." ”

"Maybe everything is fake, just some fantasy." Liu Wei'an said.

"You don't understand, this tomb door is very magical, true and false, no one can tell the difference." The little crow looked cautious and fell into deep thought, and the "Immortal Inheritance Sutra" made his mind mess up all of a sudden.

"The light is getting brighter!" I don't know if I shouted, Liu Wei'an looked up and found that the darkness from nowhere had quietly faded, and his vision quickly returned to normal.

"The traps seem to be gone." Someone spoke again. This time, no one agreed, the trap is something that can't be seen or touched, and no one dares to mess around.

"Brother Zhang, what do you think?" Zhang Yangjin asked Zhang Yibu, although his vision returned to normal, but the tomb was weird, and he didn't dare to act rashly. didn't get Zhang Yibu's response, and when he looked at it again, a chill came to his heart.

Zhang Yibu fell slowly, blood slowly flowed out of his heart, and he had been dead for a long time.

"Who? Who did it? Zhang Yangjin was furious, Zhang Yibu's scar knew at a glance that it was a sword wound, which was completely different from the trap in the tomb, which was artificial. Something suddenly occurred to him, and he twisted suddenly

The head looked in the direction of Wang Er.

The only one who wields a sword and has the ability to kill Zhang Yibu is Wang Er. However, this look, the scalp is almost numb.

"Wang Er!" Li Qingchuan shouted.

Wang Er's body fell to the ground softly, his heart was narrow and thin, and blood was gushing out, and he was no longer alive.

"Who is it? Who did this to you? Li Qingchuan returned this sentence to Zhang Yangjin, and his eyes swept towards the people around him like a knife.

"There's one here, too!"

"There's that too!"

"Old Monster Zhu is also dead!"

……

The people next to the deceased were frightened and frightened, looking around vigilantly, these people died silently, they could not tell if it was a trap or the people around them did it.

"Didn't they go through what just happened?" Liu Wei'an looked at everyone's expressions and became puzzled. He asked Yan'er in a low voice, and Yan'er said that she knew, but when he asked the swordsman, the swordsman was at a loss.

"I'm right behind you, nothing happens."

A wave of fear swelled up in Liu Wei's peace of mind, the same scene, everyone experienced, why some people know, and some people don't know anything. If it is a hallucination, how can these dead people explain? If so, why don't those who have experienced it feel the slightest?

It was too real for him to believe it was fake. Suddenly remembered something, and looked behind, in the direction of the ancient relics. I just saw a red thread overflowing from General Zhao's eyebrows, his nose, mouth, and chin extending to his stomach, and with a bang, the corpse fell down in half, neatly, and the internal organs were sprinkled all over the ground, and they were still steaming.

The people of the Ancient Relic Clan were stunned by this scene, and it took a while to react, and fear appeared on their faces.

"General Zhao!"

"It's not true!"

"Why is this happening, how can he die, General Zhao is invincible, how can he die?"

……

Liu Wei'an's hands and feet were cold, he couldn't understand the scene in front of him, was it really a scene, or was it a second fantasy? What about the little crows? Is it real or just part of the fantasy?

He was confused.

"Dead!" Master Wei squatted down and was careful

After a careful examination, I finally came up with this masterpiece. His voice trembled as he uttered these two words.

"Why is this happening?" This sentence is like the judge's sentence, all the warriors are like lightning strikes, and there is a kind of despair with broken faith. General Zhao is invincible, for many years, no matter how powerful the enemy is, General Zhao has always killed in one move, and never used the second move. General Zhao is invincible in the minds of all soldiers, a god-like existence, and such a god will not die.

"Dry corpse, dry corpse!" The face of the noble man in black was extremely ugly. The ancient relics, from the word relics, you can know that there are not many people left, one less dead, not to mention General Zhao, who is still invincible. The death of General Zhao is a huge loss to the entire ancient relics.

Hearing the dry corpse, Liu Wei'an was excited. Yes, in the illusion, there are three people left in the end, he, Ji Wushen and the noble son in black, can it be said that because the three of them are not dead and unconscious, they can only remember the things in the illusion. When Ji Wushen heard the word 'dry corpse', his expression changed, and when his eyes fell on General Zhao's corpse, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Indeed, with the combat effectiveness that General Zhao showed in the illusion, no one could not feel the pressure.

"Why is this happening?" Master Wei still didn't believe all this, and his eyes were fixed on the two corpses: "Our clan is immortal, General Zhao is only a little bit away from immortality, and there is no strength to kill him." ”

The undead race, also known as the forsaken race, is immortal and indestructible. No power can kill this clan, but the scene in front of him broke Master Wei's cognition.

The death of other warriors is very understandable, the strength is too weak, and there is only a trace of immortality, but General Zhao is different, he is the genius of the ancient relics, and the person who has the most hope of entering the realm of immortality and immortality. In fact, it took him the shortest time to touch the edge of immortality, no need for chance, only the accumulation of time to enter immortality, how could such a person die? How could it be dead?

Wrong! Liu Wei'an had a new question, if only the three people who were not in a coma remembered what happened in the illusion, then how could Yan'er explain it, remembering that she was also in a coma at the beginning.

The time of a cup of tea passed, confirming that General Zhao did not have any signs of resurrection, and the ancient relics finally believed in the fact of General Zhao's death, and the noble son in black had a black face: "Enter the cemetery!" ”