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This space is surrounded by countless figures, and the number is staggering. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 It's hard to imagine that this has been going on for four years, and it is still not declining today.

"Why hasn't anyone entered the Little Desert Palace?"

Xu Yan felt a little strange, he understood very well that the entrance of the Little Desert Palace, that is, this demonic blood gate, had a very limited time to open, and it was closely related to the flesh and blood of the creatures injected. At the beginning, the dean used countless cannon fodder, but it only made this blood door open for about half an hour, so you can imagine how precious time is.

But so many people present seemed to be completely unaware of the concept. They were all staying where they were at the moment, and none of them stepped into this bloody gate, which was really incomprehensible.

At this moment, there was a strange vibration from the blood gate, and the open door rumbled and began to close slowly, and everyone's eyes were attracted to it.

Some people shook their heads again and again, sighing and sighing, and several strong people with ordinary strength saw this scene, and finally stopped being indifferent, got up one after another, and floated towards the blood gate. At the same time, he waved his sleeve robe, bringing thousands of mortals and monks with him.

"Don't. We're going to die!"

"Spare your life!"

The thousands of people who were selected immediately wailed and wept, looking embarrassed and embarrassed. They knew that they had been chosen to be sacrificed to the Blood Gate, and they were all terrified.

But those strong men were indifferent, no matter how these people struggled, they always had no waves, and came directly to the blood gate, and with a wave of their hands, thousands of people were all pushed up.

"Ahh

Thousands of people screamed horribly, but soon fell silent. The moment they touched the Blood Gate, the skin on their bodies shrank like the bark of an old dry tree, and then turned to dust and shook down. At the same time, the flesh and blood on their bodies also turned into wisps of essence, and they were completely devoured by the blood gate.

It didn't take long for thousands of cannon fodder, all of whom had sunken eye sockets, their vitality dissipated, and they turned into skeletons and fell heavily to the ground.

"Whew!"

A strong man's expression was indifferent, and with a flick of his fingers, a wisp of flame suddenly shot out from his fingertips, like a flaming arrow, piercing the space, and directly burning the bones all over the ground, burning them cleanly, leaving nothing but a few scorch marks and some ashes.

With the infusion of flesh and soul, the blood door has not been completely closed, but it is completely open again, revealing the space of the black hole inside, like a gluttonous giant mouth, which makes people chill.

Many people at the scene have already seen similar tragic situations, but at this moment, they still feel cold hairs standing on end and cold sweat flowing. They knew that they would end up like this sooner or later, but they couldn't avoid it, so they could only tremble and cry without tears.

As for the disciples of the Floating Light Holy Realm, because they saw this scene for the first time, they felt even more frightened than the others, and their hearts were cold, and they were extremely frightened. Thousands of lives turned into ashes in the blink of an eye, and there were not even corpses left, is this the terrible thing about the Little Desert Palace?

Several elders were frightened, and after muttering for a while, they slowly stepped forward, wanting to say something to Chi Feng. But before he could speak, Chi Feng took the first step, away from them, and walked slowly towards the Little Desert Palace.

"Please stay. ”

Who knows, just when Chi Feng was still three feet away from the Blood Gate, the space in front of him suddenly fluctuated, and several old men appeared out of thin air, stopping in front of him like ghosts.

These old men are all very old, adding up to more than a thousand years old, and their strength is also very terrifying, like an abyssal sea, and it is impossible to peek into its specific depth.

One of the old men, the fairy wind bone, sat on a large piece of ethereal clouds, there were dozens of halos around the back of his head, each one was crystal clear, as if he was integrated with the general trend of heaven and earth, and there was a breath of silence, and the space around him automatically collapsed, revealing a mysterious unknown space, like black light patterns enveloping it.

The old man's lips were tightly closed, but a clear voice came out, sounding hoarse and low, as if coming from the depths of the universe, and said, "This fellow Daoist, if you want to enter the Little Wilderness Palace, you must hand over people, and you must come in order. ”

As the Holy Lord of the Floating Light Holy Realm, Chi Feng is powerful and looks at the world, and he has always done his own thing, not bound by convention. But right now, he didn't act rashly, the calm old man in front of him, powerful and close to the demon, not only was his cultivation terrifying, but even his comprehension of Dao marks was not weaker than him.

Chi Feng put his hands behind his back and asked calmly: "Who do you hand over and in what order?"

"Hand over the people who are sacrificed, and then follow the order of first come, first served, and take turns to enter the small deserted palace. The old man replied.

Hearing this, Chi Feng couldn't help frowning: "If that's the case, wouldn't I have to be the last in line?"

In theory, it is. The old man ignored Chi Feng's emotions and nodded lightly.

Chi Feng didn't reply immediately, he stood in place, his body was in line with the Dao, and the whole person was extremely ethereal, falling into deep thought.

Behind him, countless disciples and elders of the Floating Light Saint Realm were all terrified, and they could even hear their own heartbeats. By now, the old man has already spoken, and Chi Feng's next words and deeds will be related to their life and death.

Only Xu Yan can keep his composure, he knows that Chi Feng still has to rely on himself, and it is impossible to be a cannon fodder for pathfinding, so he is not worried about dying on the spot.

But even so, Xu Yan was still preoccupied, feeling that the fire of life would be extinguished at any time.

What a terrifying area the Little Wild Palace is, he knows better than anyone else, the last time he followed the dean and others into it, he almost died in it, if he re-entered it this time, he didn't think that he could still escape from death, good luck could not be with him, if there was something more terrible than the Holy Heaven Black Lin and the Netherworld Black Fire, there would be no suspense at all in the ending.

It's a pity that he can't help himself now, Chi Feng is a strong man in the Heavenly Martial Realm with Dao marks, if he dares to have bad intentions, the other party can slap himself to death.

At this moment, Xu Yan's expression suddenly froze, and he looked at the sky blankly, he actually saw an acquaintance!

Somewhere in the West, there stood thousands of figures, and they were clearly divided into two groups, one of which was all male, all of them young, the oldest of whom was only about forty years old. They all wore black ink, their facial features were like knives, their skin was bronzed, and they all did not smile, like statues, and stood there motionless.

As long as you are not too stupid, you can clearly sense that these people are by no means ordinary mortals**, just the momentum that unconsciously overflows, like a blade out of the sheath, releasing a cold glow, which can almost condense into substantial ripples and wash out. This kind of momentum is sharper than murderous aura, and only the evil gods who have been on the battlefield for a long time and have been tempered from the sea of corpses and blood can only possess it.

Hundreds of sturdy men, in the shape of a ring, guarded a palace in the center. This palace is made of amethyst, crystal clear, extremely gorgeous, the palace is surrounded by clouds and mist, the water vapor is misty, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, there is a Zhong Linghui Xiu.

In the palace, there are hundreds of beautiful women who are sitting and sleeping, black as a waterfall, with skin that is better than jade and snow, and as warm as mutton fat and jade, all of which are rare and beautiful stunners. They only cover their bodies with light veils, and their pink jade bodies expand into graceful curves, and their slender bodies loom in the background, releasing an alluring luster. Such a stunning beauty, let alone in such a fierce place, even if it is encountered in ordinary times, it is enough to make a man's blood gush.

However, Xu Yan did not pay attention to these, he felt that the signs on the chests of these men and women, without exception, were all a silver crescent moon, shining with a compelling brilliance.

"It turned out to be a member of the Crescent Moon Alliance, could it be that Uncle Xiao is also here?"

Xu Yan never expected that he would be able to see his fellow disciples here, which made him feel an indescribable feeling in his heart, if the little uncle was also present, maybe he could resolve the crisis in front of him and escape from Chi Feng's hands. But at the same time, he felt very conflicted, and he didn't want to put the Crescent Alliance in danger and become the target of public criticism because of himself.