As Leng Qiu spoke, he stretched out his right hand, gathered strength, attracted Zhenyuan, and blasted out with a punch.

"Poof!"

Like a stone like water, easily break the shield.

There was no imaginary hardship at all, and there was no anti-shock force.

It is estimated that because the source of supply has been cut off, even the ban has become commonplace.

Everything was Leng Qiu's speculation, and after turning a circle, the big hand had already fallen on the ancient book and grabbed it.

Actually, he doesn't like this way, it's better to get red envelopes and treasure chests and the like, and get it.

Far better than that.

But, no matter what, this is a rare treasure, and it may become a good thing to control the spread of ferocious beasts in the future.

"Trash!"

Feng Jiu couldn't help but scold again, as if he had suffered.

Leng Qiu's eyes fell on it, and he wondered if it was an antique from three million years ago.

Otherwise, how could it be so hateful about the formation.

After a few words, the Netherchild had already reacted, with a shock on his face, and said:

"The formation is wonderful, it is incomparably mysterious, and if you don't understand the method of rescue, you can't get out of trouble until you die. Unless the strength is exhausted, or the formation happens to be broken, it is possible to get out of the predicament!"

Her words, Leng Qiu was deeply touched, just now she was in a mess in the formation, it was indeed desperate.

The opponent's formation outline is more confident.

"The big battle between us, leave it to fight again, I can't wait to enter the eighth layer!"

Leng Qiu ignored her, took the little red bird, strode out of the formation, and walked towards the prohibition of the eighth layer.

How dare the Netherworld stay at the scene, in case he is trapped by the formation again, he will never think of it for the rest of his life.

Hurriedly followed behind Leng Qiu and quickly rushed into the eighth layer.

After they left, a force in the main hall once again diffused, connecting all the formations, and once again transforming into mountains and rivers, earth and lakes.

The outline of the formation suddenly appeared on the table, which was completely consistent with what had just been, as if it was inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

All these changes, Leng Qiu, who has just broken out of the ban, don't know at all.

He didn't put away the Bagua Mirror and the Qinghai Magic Lantern just now, relying on the little power that they bloomed with, he was forced to reach the eighth layer.

Just when he was covered in sweat and waiting for the ghost son behind him, he realized for a long time that he hadn't come.

Shaking his head, his gaze fell on the entire hall.

Here, there is only a small manor with a small bridge and flowing water in the front, and a thatched hut in the back, with bows and arrows hanging from the walls.

It is surrounded by a ring of railings, like an isolated paradise.

If Leng Qiu hadn't come all the way, he would have thought that he had entered a mysterious place outside the main hall.

"Qinghai Magic Lamp!"

He summoned the Qinghai Magic Lamp again, and when he just passed the ban, he almost left it inside, so it would be a big loss.

The light shone brightly, and Leng Qiu was instantly dumbfounded.

All the scenes in front were all fake, only endless white bones, piled up, and in the center, a tall coffin, suppressed on it.

The closer it was to the bones of the coffin, the harder it became, like mutton fat and white jade.

Surrounded by countless black silk threads, it comes and goes, outlining a dreamlike world.

If you don't know, step on it and your soul will be scattered.

It wasn't the first time Leng Qiu had seen so many white bones, but he didn't expect it to be in the deepest part of the Snake Emperor Valley.

Finally, his eyes fell on the four-meter-high, eight-meter-long bronze coffin, and he said in a solemn voice:

"Feng Jiu, that coffin is similar to the one in your lair, it can't be your companion, right?"

It was not the first time he had seen such a huge coffin, and his heart was full of caution.

Who knows if there is really a living existence, whether it will make a move on him, and what is the strength?

Everything is unknown.

"How do I know, everything here is different from my lair! Death, yin gathering, similar to the little world you go to. Maybe the people in it are just like the old man!"

Feng Jiu's small eyes were also observing the surroundings, and his voice was a little irritable, not as peaceful as ever.

It doesn't like such an eerie world, and it doesn't like bones.

Therefore, I am also very dissatisfied with the cold autumn.

Leng Qiu didn't see any dead qi at all, yin qi or anything like that, his eyes looked at the black silk threads around him, and he always felt that something was wrong with them!

"Gossip Mirror!"

Summon the hole cards again and see if you can simply cut off all sources of power to avoid further variations.

It's a pity that those black silk threads this time have not changed at all, and they don't need energy supply, they are another mysterious power.

Leng Qiu was helpless, took out a long sword, and cut it towards a silk thread.

"Buzz!"

With a sound, it spread all over the entire hall, densely packed, and countless black silk threads were like a big net, shaking around.

A little bit of strength easily disappears.

Moreover, a strange and powerful anti-shock force rushed to Leng Qiu's side.

"Bang!"

The long sword in his hand didn't have time to withdraw, and it exploded directly in the void, turning into fragments in the sky.

Leng Qiu quickly retreated backwards, his eyes full of shock.

A high-grade artifact, in silence, disappeared, who would have thought?

It's unimaginably shocking.

His body is strong enough, but when faced with the invasion of power, how can he easily dodge.

He sat alone outside the many black threads, looking thoughtful.

I can't figure out how to break through even after racking my brains.

Whether it is a true yuan attack, or a strange treasure sweep, or an attack with a dao weapon, the final result must be that all of them will dissipate, and the power of the backlash will almost seriously injure him.

If he didn't know that it contained terrifying power, he would be like one of those white bones, supplying the bronze coffin with all kinds of yin and death qi.

Even those who die will not live in peace.

He definitely doesn't want that!

In the end, he was helpless, so he simply sat in front of all the silk threads, analyzed them little by little, and looked at their trajectories and layouts.

Gradually, he finally had a little experience, every black line must be wrapped around a person's bones, like a source of strength.

The thousands of winding methods at the other end will also be attributed to the bronze coffin.

Knowing this, he analyzed again, the material of the black silk, the location of the white bones, and so on.

At this time, you don't know the passage of time.

He fell into a state of retreat, and there were 2,200 warriors rushing to the 999 steps in front of him.

All those who left along the path returned, all with solemn expressions and shocking eyes.

At the end of the path, there is no exit at all, but a dead land, an endless abyss.

There was a roar in the sky, and you could see red eyes, rushing up from the ground, containing terrifying murderous intent and boundless evil aura.

In this case, how could the many warriors who had finally obtained endless benefits be willing to take risks.

One by one, they could only turn over and come back, and the steps went up in their eyes.

The more people who come out from behind, the more they are at the top of the steps.

For example, the ten sons of Buddhism appeared on the 500th floor, Ye Feihua and others appeared on the 600th floor, and there was only one woman wearing a black dress and a peerless face on the 700th floor.