The 19 fires flew in, until they got close to a place of about 100 meters, and Yinchen saw the figure of the group of people through the skyrocketing firelight and the perception of the realm.

18 of those people wore black robes of the same color as the Mowei Pavilion robes, but the styles were different, the cuffs were tight, the placket was covered with a layer of black fur fur, and the hem was relatively wide and elegant, and with the movements of those people, the black robes of those people were embroidered with a trace of red or green lines Some simple patterns, all of them were grand and deep landscape cloud patterns, and there was not even a little pattern of flowers and butterflies, which added a fierce and cold temperament to everyone for no reason. Those people carried a heavy ebony box on their backs, but it was clearly not a scabbard, and the shape of the heavy and coarse ore clearly told everyone who saw them that what they were carrying on their backs was a weapon box specially used to store heavy cold weapons such as knives and axes.

This is the dress of the 18 people that Yinchen saw, capable, cold and hard, and slaughtering, these people are different from fat and thin, but they are all very tall, and each of them exudes an indomitable and courageous aura, looking as if they are descendants of the god of war who came out of the barbarian altar.

Yinchen just glanced at them, and fixed his gaze on the little fat man who was the leader of the 19 people.

The man was no more than six feet tall, with delicate facial features and a smooth head, no matter how he looked at it, his eyebrows were quite strong, but not as slender and elegant as the sword eyebrows, his eyes were dark and translucent, but they were not as brilliant and light as the stars, but exuded a sense of solidity. Although his figure is burly, and even slightly chubby, his slightly thin shoulders and slightly immature body outline show that his body has not fully matured, just a childish teenager, no matter in every aspect, he looks like a sixteen-year-old boy, not a young man like Wan Jianxin.

This boy is like a leader, rushing to the front of the 19 people, as swift as a tiger pounced on its prey, his body, wearing a complete set of fortress-like armor, the weight at first glance is almost worth the weight of silver dust, behind his right shoulder, proudly erected a thick iron-colored column, which is the handle of a huge crescent-shaped machete that must weigh more than Lin Xuanchen's weight.

The length of the knife was almost the same as the height of the armored boy, and the only hilt that came out was thick on the man's arm, and it shone with a terrifying cold light in the firelight. That young man, wearing heavy armor and carrying a big knife on his back, the weight of the whole person was almost to a terrifying level of three hundred catties, but his speed was not under the heart of ten thousand swords!

What's even more terrifying is that the Gangfeng he urged out was actually a gold-based Gangfeng who was not known for his speed!

"Entering the body fivefold, but this speed is ......" Yinchen looked at the armored young man who rushed over, his eyes wandered, but when he used the domain scan to detect the strength of the 18 people behind the young man, he couldn't help but change his face wildly.

18 people, and even one woman, none of their strength was below the eleventh weight of the body.

"Sister Lin, later, you first find a way to slip away, these people are not easy to deal with!" Yinchen said with a solemn expression, 18 characters who entered the body eleven, except for the last resort, Yinchen could only ensure that he could retreat in front of them, fighting stalemate or something, he didn't have that kind of strength at this time.

"Hmm!" Lin Xuanchen responded softly, Yinchen didn't turn his head, naturally he didn't see a look of determination in the little girl's eyes, Lin Xuanchen thought that her strength was low, and just killing the two "just starting demon disciples" was almost her spiritual limit, compared to the 19 crossfires that looked a bit like bandit strongmen, Lin Xuanchen thought that she didn't have the slightest chance of winning, but in her heart, somehow she had the intention of going with Yinchen.

"In this secret realm, in the vast world, the only one who can talk to Brother Yinchen is Brother Yinchen?" she thought.

Wan Jianxin stood up, he saw the 19 people who were carrying big knives and coming quickly, but they didn't have any intention of guarding or drawing their swords, he rushed to the front of Yinchen with one arrow step, and completely blocked the figures of Yinchen and Lin Xuanchen with his slightly wider back, he raised his hand and greeted those who were rushing with torches with a standard fist salute.

"Hell, it's been a few days!" Wan Jianxin laughed loudly, his voice spread far away, almost a mile away, his tone was full of flavor and lightheartedness, and he didn't care at all about the 18 middle-aged men and women behind the armored boy who were more skilled in cultivation than him.

"Senior Brother Wan?!" the young man's voice was full of surprise, and his next sentence was full of concern: "Senior Brother was just slaying demons and destroying demons? I don't know if it's a big problem?" he said, his body suddenly accelerated, a strong wind blew, and the burly figure stopped steadily less than a foot in front of Wan Jianxin's body, performing a slightly different etiquette from Wan Jianxin's one-handed ritual-his other hand was still holding a burning torch.

"It's just some little devils, it's nothing, but the prison brother has been in trouble for the past few days, hasn't he encountered any danger in this secret realm?" Wan Jianxin's tone was also full of concern, this tone, Silver Dust had never seen him use those real demon paths.

"Alas!" Speaking of the experience of the past few days, the expression of the armored young man called Prison Worship quickly dimmed, and under the light of the fire, a look of pain appeared on his immature face:

"Bad luck, encountered a large group of zombies, 819 heroes up and down the Golden Dao Gate, fought on the plain for three days, and finally rushed out of the corpse group, but ...... There are only so many people left...... None of the brothers and sisters in Peiyuan's left and right realm survived...... Alas!" He sighed deeply, from the bottom of his heart, and then said in a low voice: "In the face of the endless corpse group, no one retreats from the Golden Dao Gate, which is all good. ”

When Wan Jianxin heard this, his body suddenly spasmed, and his movements were so obvious that Yinchen mistakenly thought that he was about to fall to the ground. Wan Jianxin glanced back at Yinchen with a hastily expression, his eyes were full of roaring gratitude and dark fear, he shook his head vigorously, turned his head again, and looked at the prison.

"Brother...... This Red Blood Demon Realm is much more terrifying than you and I expected. He tried to comfort him, but there was a tremor in his own voice.

At this moment, Wan Jianxin truly fully comprehended how terrifying Yinchen, a righteous disciple wearing a layer of demonic power pavilion skin, was, and deeply understood how lucky he was to meet Yinchen and become friends. What kind of force is the Golden Sword Gate, what kind of strength are the disciples of the Golden Sword Gate, Wan Jianxin knows very well, don't look at the ranking of the Golden Sword Gate, it seems that it is not as good as the Demon Power Pavilion, and even the performance of the Poison Dragon Sect is not as good as the Poison Dragon Sect at some times, but their combat ability is definitely not under the Divine Sword Gate. The heroes of the 800 Golden Dao Gate, who are really afraid of the 1000 Demon Wei Pavilion are not opponents, the disciples of the Golden Dao Gate, cultivate a very rare gold system vitality, their Gangfeng, it looks even formless and colorless, but the power is no different from the huge iron block flying at high speed, the rigidity and pushing force are unique in the sea, in addition to each person's internal cultivation kung fu, there is also a horizontal practice of kung fu, all of them have copper heads and iron legs, not to mention that the sword is difficult to hurt, it is the ordinary Gangfeng that tickles them.

Such 800 heroes, even if the Divine Sword Sect sent 800 disciples, they didn't dare to say that they could win it, and such 800 people didn't survive the zombie siege!

It can be seen how terrifying the real strength of those zombies who quickly disappeared in the light is!

Wan Jianxin didn't even have any doubt that the large number of disciples sent by the Divine Sword Sect this time were already fierce and unlucky at this time, and no matter how lucky they were, there would not be many left.

Wan Jianxin was turning his thoughts here, but the prison worshipper over there was shocked by his words and took a step back: "Senior Brother Wan?!Have you seen those zombies?" He looked around in disbelief, except for the two little ghost heads hidden behind Wan Jianxin, there was no one else around, and there was a burst of horror in his heart, and then a bitter feeling went straight to his throat: "Could it be that the Divine Sword Gate has been ......?"

Wan Jianxin was alone at this time, at least it seemed that he was alone in prison, and he had already come to the worst conclusion at this time, that is, the team of the Divine Sword Gate to explore the secret realm this time was likely to be wiped out!