It is still about 350 square meters, and it is still full of gray hemispheric halls, but at this moment, the silence that was originally full of colors is like a continent under the polar ice, which has been precipitated in hundreds of millions of years of frozen years, and the cold and dead color has been completely replaced.

The temperature, which was ten times colder than that in the passage, surged towards Yan Chixia, Xia Xuefeng Lei, and Mu Yuchen, who were standing at the entrance, like a broken tide of false illusions. Immediately, the pure and gentle cyan sword qi, the pitch-black black sword qi flowing like ink, and the glow that revealed a golden texture in the dimness lit up on the bodies of the two people and a puppet.

That was directly sensed by Mu Yuchen through the small universe, with the spiritual power and the secret method of combat skills, and the Holy Clothes puppet was manipulated synchronously at the same frequency, in essence, there was no physical existence, let alone the normal five senses of the human body. But at this moment, Mu Yuchen, who was dozens of kilometers away, felt a coldness that seeped into his flesh and soul through the perception composed of pure spiritual will.

The chill has no direct or indirect connection with the concept of temperature in the material world, and its essence is a collection of spirit and will of the same texture as the puppet senses of the sacred clothes. It's just that compared to the freshness of Xiang Mu Yuchen's spiritual will, these breaths present a pure taste of withering and decay.

It is precisely because of this that the brain, which senses the existence of these breaths, chooses the cold that is closest to it through synesthesia, which causes the human body to stiffen and necrosis, as the associative reflex of this supernatural induction, in a state where it is difficult to define its existence and feelings. And then people involuntarily produced a chill.

Almost instantly, Mu Yuchen was completed, and the interpretation of the collection of spiritual thoughts, and then its essence was completely exposed, which was the most reluctant thoughts of countless living beings when they died, and the remnants of thoughts formed under the continuous accumulation and precipitation of various years and months, as well as the action of a specific environment, which is usually called dead by humans.

"This level of dead air accumulation! How many people have died in this place! "Even if you can call it a murderous man, think of yourself now standing on top of a tomb with at least tens or even hundreds of thousands, of human corpses or dead souls. Mu Yuchen, who has a little cleanliness fetish. I couldn't help but feel a little pimple in my heart.

Compared to Mu Yuchen's seemingly immersed silence, Yan Chixia and Xia Xuefenglei, who are native aborigines, reacted very violently. The cyan sharp sword light and the dark black sword light poured out from the two of them in a whistling way. Pure will infused with sword energy and sword light. In an instant, the biting cold wave was crushed like a cut. Immediately after that, the sword light and sword qi were destroyed in the hall.

The unrivaled strength in the sharp edge instantly interspersed with each other, weaving like vines attached. The gray roots on the ground and the inner wall of the hemisphere were like grass under the blade of a sickle, and they were broken and crushed inch by inch, and then the dark green juice was accompanied, and suddenly one after another screams were interspersed with the whistling of the sword.

Countless mutilations are full of distortion, but they can still vaguely look at the face of a vague human form, from those gray and white roots, struggling to get out of the filthy dark green juice, and the translucent dead souls overlapping in the blink of an eye, the sword qi and sword light that angered Yan Chixia and Xia Xue Wind and Thunder, swept away with a casual blow, and flew with a roar among the buzzers.

At the same time, the ancient tree that ran through the entire hemispherical hall, and was full of bursts of fluorescent light around it, was also covered with a layer of dark green light and shadow with the appearance of the ghost of the heavenly demon dancing, and countless cracks of large and small canine teeth interlaced in an instant, on its originally peaceful body, like a canine's narrow mouth, and then countless ghosts were poured out from its body like a stream of pitch-black water.

In the blink of an eye, a hurricane of unjust souls formed by the combination of countless ghosts with the central ancient tree as the core quickly swirled and spread through the hall. The gray-white roots that dotted the four walls of the hall immediately began to wither and peel off, exposing the walls of the same texture as the passage outside the hall inch by inch in front of the eyes of the three of them.

Like a river, the endless source of earth-shattering yin qi is constantly being poured into by the ancient trees, and in the increasingly intense and expanding ghost hurricane, those translucent ghosts are now turning into a black mist filled with hideous shadows, and the rising madness and tyrannical fluctuations are also intensifying like a tidal wave, attacking towards the entrance where the three of them are standing.

Under the constant urging of Xia Xuefenglei's eyes, Yan Chixia, who looked embarrassed, used his eyes sideways, and a large number of cold fluctuations in the aura and spirit in front of him, and even with the unborn souls in front of him, as well as the cold, dark and dead dark golden figure, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then closed his mouth with a sigh, and pinched the sword trick between the ten fingers of his hands.

Yan Chixia respects her senior brother's decision very much, but she is by no means a guy who blindly follows others and lacks her own opinions and judgments. Yan Chixia is still the bearded man who is trapped by love, and her children are long and heroic, and Mu Yuchen is working hard to open the way in front of her, and now Yan Chixia herself is a little embarrassed.

"Brother Xu!" Seeing that Yan Chixia's movements reunited in the Dryad's lair, Xia Xuefeng Thunder, who spoke for the first time, still used it, and although he was a hero and resolute, he said to Mu Yuchen in a slightly urging tone.

"Wait!" Mu Yuchen, who also didn't have much good looks for Xia Xuefeng and thunder, spit out these two words in his calm and still cold mouth, and then immediately ignored his wide-eyed gaze like a bull's eye.

Although no matter from the recovery of the cosmic energy, as well as the coverage of the Saint Seiya's moves, and other reasons, it is up to Mu Yuchen to solve it by the Holy Clothes puppet controlled by him, and these ghosts in front of him are the best choice, but this does not mean that Mu Yuchen has to get used to it, Xia Xuefeng Lei's arrogant and self-centered stinky temper.

For reincarnations, no matter how noble the identities of countless natives are, they are just a mere NPC in the world of the plot. Good mood, everyone respects each other and cooperates perfectly! If you are in a bad mood, you will be ruthless in killing people and overselling goods, and there is no psychological barrier for veterans! After all, the root of the power of the reincarnation comes from the plundering of the lives and strength of the characters in the plot.

What's more, Xia Xuefeng Lei's plan to maintain his strength didn't have the slightest awareness of wanting to cover up, but he saw that Mu Yuchen also needed the strength of the two of them. Of course, Mu Yuchen also has his own goals and considerations, at least for now, he must make sure that Nie Xiaoqian's true body is indeed not kept in this hall.

At present, Mu Yuchen in the state of the Holy Clothes puppet is about able to exert the small universe of the Saint Seiya, and he has eighty percent of the complete peak state, which can be said to be enough to be independent. However, since it can only be volatilized, fifty percent of the spiritual thoughts possessed by the ontology, its perception and detection capabilities have been greatly reduced.

And those gray roots in the hall of the lair! There is a shielding and blocking effect on spiritual power! The dead qi that fills the space can also interfere with and weaken the spirit and divine thoughts! Therefore, even if Mu Yuchen had already memorized the unique characteristics of Nie Xiaoqian's spiritual will, he could not guarantee 100% that nothing would go wrong in such an environment!

Because of this! Mu Yuchen remained silent after Yan Chixia and Xia Xuefeng Thunder hit the grass snake with a blow of anger, and did not make a decisive move at the first hand, strangling the ghost storm of the ancient tree in the center of the hall in his hands at the first time! Instead, he chose to sit back and watch it continue to be adjusted, and the amount of force in the surrounding roots continued to expand!

Although the process and details of entering the dryad's lair through the pool in the main hall of Lanruo Temple are already completely incompatible with the plot described by He Qin! But it is only natural to think that the Millennium Dryad was destroyed by the Phantom World Team and the plot quest due to the Xuanyin Gathering Array, and then activated the prohibition in the lair.

Therefore, Mu Yuchen didn't dare to take the mutual hall environment of Ning Caichen and Ning Caichen find Nie Xiaoqian and the fox demon's true body in front of him. After all, what if! Then this tragedy is a big cup!

Mu Yuchen's attitude made Xia Xue Fenglei very annoyed, but even so, he had to endure it, because Xia Xuefeng Lei also knew very well that he also needed the strength that Mu Yuchen had. It is this need that makes the dark tide between the two sides surging, but each of them endures his temper and maintains a silent attitude.

With the cold torrent of the ghost storm, the shriveled roots on the surrounding walls were constantly torn off inch by inch from the inside of the lieutenant general's hemisphere, and the metal appeared in front of Mu Yuchen's spiritual perception. The smooth dark green covered with wood grain texture also made him feel very helpless.

The ghost storm, which had swelled to an almost extreme state, swept towards the three people standing at the entrance, Mu Yuchen, Yan Chixia and Xia Xuefeng Lei. In the black tide of the land surrounded by countless ghosts, the filthy demonic qi can be described as churning and surging, and after a long time, Mu Yuchen showed even the slightest movement, and Xia Xuefenglei's face seemed to be smudged, turning into an iron blue shrouded in dark clouds.

Just before the filthy black tide was close at hand, and Yan Chixia, who was poised for strength, was about to make a move, Mu Yuchen finally raised his hands and signaled to the bearded man with his spiritual power not to be impatient. Immediately, the dim light of the cosmic stars in the rotation leaked out from the distortion that seemed to lead to the void from the part of the mask of the Holy Cloak Puppet. (To be continued......)