Xia Lei forcibly stopped those subordinates who wanted to go and join in the fun.

"Boss, why aren't we going to take a look?" said one of the mercenaries with a wry smile.

Xia Lei glared at him angrily.

"If you want to live, you must give me honest obedience, otherwise you don't know how to die. ”

"Boss......" Before the man finished speaking, he was stared at by Xia Lei speechless.

Seeing that everyone was not speaking, Xia Lei turned his head and walked towards the camp, and the mercenaries behind him helplessly followed his pace, although they were unwilling, they felt that Xia Lei was afraid.

At this time, a whisper reached everyone's ears.

"If you really want to go, then you will be expelled from the Thunder Light Mercenary Group by me, and your life or death will no longer care about my Xia Lei's affairs. I know that you often talk in private about how bad I am. ”

"But let me tell you: if one person in power is dictatorship, power, and evil, then the Netherworld must be the place called Elysium. ”

The mercenaries immediately fell silent, kept up with Xia Lei's pace, and quickly pulled out the camp according to Xia Lei's command, after the assembly was completed. In the opposite direction where people are going, sneak away.

They are going to stop and leave this place that Xia Lei calls a place of right and wrong, although they are very reluctant in their hearts, but compared with life, nothing else is important.

......

Somewhere.

Here is a huge altar, and in the center of the altar is placed a huge coffin, I don't know what kind of material is made, exuding an eternal and ancient atmosphere.

The coffin was engraved with all kinds of supernatural runes, like some kind of writing. It's like some kind of road mark. There are also various portraits on it, as if recording the great achievements of the owner of this coffin.

It has been eroded by endless years. Now the coffin is rusty, and blood-brown rust covers the main and auxiliary coffins. It was as if blood was sprinkled on a coffin.

These seemingly ordinary rusts and coffins have a strange magic that makes it impossible to look at them directly. It can be a disorienting illusion and a source of inextricable self-expression.

A stream of Ruicai poured down from the coffin like a waterfall, colorful, brilliant, giving people a sense of incomparable sacred purity.

However, it does not give people a sense of warmth and comfort, but rather a feeling that does not match the vision.

The surroundings of the coffin were cold and cold, making people feel as if they had stepped into the netherworld and died. Gusts of wind whistled from time to time, "whirring", and the forest was bitterly cold. Even the strongest person can't resist it, this cold penetrates into the marrow of people, and even the soul will tremble.

And in a corner not far away, there were two thinly dressed men and women, the two of them were not affected by this biting cold air at all, and looked carefully through a faint light, but this man and woman were Jiao Mei and Wang Arthur who left in a hurry.

The two of them sat cross-legged on the altar, and the cyclone turned into a dragon. Circling around them. An indescribable power continued to permeate from the altar and enter the bodies of the two of them, which was the charm of the Tao, that is, the power of the rules.

Countless formations have been painted on the altar. If the invisible filaments connect the coffin in the center of the altar, if the powerful person is strong, he can see through the falsehood. See through the truth.

These invisible filaments burst out of the coffin.

The sword in the stone was inserted horizontally in the middle of the two people and the coffin, constantly trembling violently. Bursts of sword groans were heard, and black qi repeatedly diffused from the sword body. In the stone, the sword swirls around its body.

If you take a closer look, you can find that the body of the sword in the stone is wrapped layer after layer by layer of thin wires, and the strong power is constantly transmitted to the body of the sword in the stone through the thin lines, warming the sword body.

Their faces were peaceful and serene, obviously not affected by the eerie environment here, but closed their eyes and carefully felt the rhyme coming from the coffin.

Now their strength can no longer be simply described as a higher level, and the wisps of breath that overflow from time to time actually shatter the void.

That's when it happened.

At the entrance of the other corner, there was a crisp sound of footsteps, louder and louder, and the footsteps closer and closer.

"Click, click, click!" The sound of crisp footsteps echoed over the altar.

Jiao Mei and Arthur Wang opened their eyes suddenly, and a trace of doubt flashed in their eyes, feeling that the footsteps were somewhat familiar.

Through a glimmer of light, they stared intently, and saw the person who suddenly got up, and their eyes suddenly widened, revealing a look of disbelief.

"You, how did you find here?!" exclaimed Jiaomei.

"I always thought that as long as I was low-key, no beautiful woman would recognize me as a handsome guy. But I was wrong, wildly wrong. A handsome man like me is like a firefly in the dark night, a beetle in the field, and gold in the sand. Especially my melancholy eyes, embarrassing beard, handsome hairstyle, perfect golden ratio body, noble and elegant compelling temperament, all deeply betrayed my ......"

"Sister-in-law, if you call me a good brother-in-law, I will tell you why I am here. ”

Dare to use such a ridiculous tone to Jiaomei, besides Lan Jiechen, who else will there be?

Lan Jiechen had already returned to his original appearance at this time, with long white and crystal hair, buns in buns, and a dragon-shaped bun inserted. A black and white mixed and matched tight-fitting samurai suit showed Lan Juechen's almost perfect figure, which brought Lan Juechen's temperament to the extreme.

At this time, Lan Juechen had an elegant and dusty temperament, just like a Taoist priest who came from a fairyland, a Taoist bone fairy wind, this temperament came from the soul, and the temperament was compelling.

The aura on Lan Juechen's body became more and more condensed, and the blood veins in his body roared, like that raging storm, the flood was surging, rolling and surging.

I don't know what happened during the time when Lan Juechen disappeared recently, and it was impossible to pretend that Lan Jiechen had undergone such earth-shaking changes.

Lan Juechen was not in a hurry, walked slowly, and when he passed by the coffin, he solemnly bowed, and then walked towards Arthur Wang and Jiaomei.

Before Lan Jiechen could speak, the figure of Arthur Wang flickered, and the sword in the stone inserted on the altar flew loudly.

"Sonorous!" a chill hit.

Lan Juechen smiled, not afraid of danger, indifferent, only to see that his feet were as graceful and free as butterflies dancing among the flowers, avoiding Wang Arthur's sharp swordsmanship again and again.

"It's a whole rank higher than me, it's such a brazen sneak attack, and it also uses the rank to suppress me, it's okay, Arthur Wang, don't be impressed for three days. Lan Jiechen said.

Wang Arthur snorted coldly, the offensive did not slow down, but became more and more fierce, but he quietly suppressed his cultivation to the same level as Lan Jiechen. (To be continued......)