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The white light was blazing, like an inverted funnel, and thousands of rays of light sprinkled down, like the entrance to a fairyland. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis article is written by. Starting

Cannaro let out a long roar, and as soon as he stepped on the ground, it blew like a gust of wind towards the dazzling passage.

With a thud, like a fish slipping into the water, Cannaro slipped in a thousand rays of light and flowed into the passage and into the second layer.

The rest of the magicians, each with their abilities, flew one after another and entered the second level of passage.

Medea and Hua Hanyan looked at each other, nodded to each other, and flew up, like two beautiful milk swallows, entering the passage.

"Cut, that's all, I'm still concentrating on finding treasures. "The immortals of the Void Valley Realm lowered their heads and slowly collected the treasures.

The disciples of Yan Luo and the Hundred Refining Sect also glanced at it in a hurry, then withdrew their gaze and collected the treasures they liked.

Meng Lang secretly gritted his teeth, his fists clenched, but he did not move.

This secret cannot be easily exposed to others, especially the eyes of the Hundred Refining Sect disciples.

Although they relied on Meng Lang to enter the Magic Temple and had the opportunity to obtain treasures, Meng Lang's sky-shattering bow was also eye-catching, and it was inevitable that there would be no evil intentions of the Hundred Refining Sect disciples.

If you walk out of the Void Valley Realm of the Illusory Realm, you may be attacked and killed by the disciples of the Hundred Refining Sect.

The sky-shaking bow is too eye-catching.

"Look, that kid, it seems that he is from the Hundred Refining Sect, look, he doesn't concentrate on picking treasures, what are you rubbing there?"

"you, pick up treasures!" the man rubbed his eyes, "No, I said brother, don't mess with him, the giant bow on his back is infinitely powerful, even the archers are killed under one bow, and he also exterminated the powerhouse of the Great Perfection of the Void Valley Realm, you crooked him, looking for death!"

"Scared, that's amazing!" the man stuck out his tongue and hurriedly buried himself in the treasure.

Some eyes glanced at Meng Lang, but they were all vague.

"Forget it, let's pretend to pick up some treasures!" Meng Lang lowered his body and began to retrieve the treasures he needed.

Suddenly, there was a roar.

"You're plotting against me,......"

"What's wrong with you, who told you to take away the colorful lotus beads I fancied, damn it!"

It is like a pebble that falls into the calm waters of a lake, causing endless ripples.

"Whew~"

"You are looking for death, attack me!"

"Hehe, who told you to be one step faster than me, and received the meteorite cold crystal. ”

Rumble!

Sonorous!

These nearly 1,000 immortals seemed to be inspired to kill, and in an instant, they began to attack each other.

Killing people and looting treasures are everywhere.

Sizzle.

A few sword lights stabbed at Meng Lang.

"Hmph, even I calculate~"

Meng Lang's eyes flashed, and with a punch, he hit the wrist of an early stage immortal of the Void Valley Realm, and immediately, the sword in that person's hand fell to the ground, and he took dozens of steps backwards with a frightening expression.

This person, at least didn't see Meng Lang's mighty bravery, otherwise, he wouldn't have blinded him to find him.

"My lord, spare your life!"

Seeing the huge fist fall, the man realized that he had picked the wrong opponent.

Puff~

Blood splashed Meng Lang's face, like a bloody man.

"I'm sorry to lend you blood!"

The man fell to the ground unwillingly, his brains rolled to the ground, his eyes bulged, his legs were beaten, and he couldn't die anymore.

It was so terrifying that several guys who seemed to be plotting against Meng Lang shuddered, turned around and fled, killing the others.

Meng Lang's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he wiped his hand on his face, making it impossible to see his true face, he took out the Sky Shaking Bow on his back, jumped his body, used the Sky Shaking Bow as a sword, and fell into the battle group.

After a few rushes, Meng Lang had already moved away from the battlefield and quietly left.

No one noticed his departure, and on the battlefield of nearly 1,000 people, one less person was like one less mosquito.

Whew~

Like the wind and lightning.

The distance of thousands of zhang is child's play for the immortals of the Void Valley Realm, and it is only a few steps away.

When he came to the second floor of the passage, Meng Lang didn't look at it, he dodged into it, and a suction force sucked him up, and in a blink of an eye, the scenery changed greatly, as if he had entered the second floor.

"Welcome, would-be magician, I thought you weren't coming, it turns out that you have a hard time and don't want people to know who you are. The harrier-like voice, before Meng Lang could stand still, it sounded in Meng Lang's ears, extremely piercing.

A monster that looked like a skeleton, but had a thin skin draped over its body, only the size of a baby, with a huge head, and a pair of eyes that occupied almost one-third of the skull, stared at Meng Lang with his eyes.

Such a look is creepy.

Meng Lang couldn't help but take a few steps back, looking at this strange creature with vigilance.

"Don't be afraid, young man, I am the elf of the Magic Temple of Kula," the skeleton elf said.

"Okay, what do you command?" Meng Lang said.

"Good question, Boom," said the skeleton elf, rolling his frightening eyes, "young man, I just wanted to tell you that as you go through this passage, there are many huts, and you can sense those huts, and walk in as long as you need one." Of course, if there may already be other magicians there, you'll have to choose another hut until you do, good luck!"

After the skeleton elf finished speaking, the skull monster laughed a few times and disappeared into thin air.

At this time, Meng Lang had time to take a closer look.

On the second floor of the Magic Temple, it was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers.

The so-called Yongdao, under the light of the miserable green sound, loomed, very terrifying, like hell.

Dada!

I could only hear my own footsteps, echoing in the corridor. The miserable green light loomed, as if a mysterious force was condensing.

I don't know how long I walked, maybe it was very short, maybe it was very long.

In this path, time seems to be changed and demonized.

Magic.

It's all due to mysterious powers, magic.

Suddenly, the soul in Meng Lang's sea of divine consciousness jumped, as if there was a kind of traction, pulling the soul in one direction.

The Illusory Realm is indeed wonderful, and it is clear that all those who enter it are souls, but every immortal who enters it can truly think that it is their true body, even if the soul in the sea of divine consciousness is reproduced alone.

"Guidelines?"

Meng Lang instantly understood that the demon seed was planted in the soul, and although the demon seed was completely melted and entered the soul, the mysterious power of the demon seed was still there, as if it was the power of the soul.

Of course, the demon seed has a different spiritual sense from everything related to magic.

It's like approaching a pitch-black field, as far as the eye can see.

In the dark wilderness, it is indeed difficult to perceive the magic houses.

The soul shakes.

There is a foreign body in the front.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a miserable green light to fall down like a beam of light, shining on a piece of things.

"The Magic House?"

The light is too weak to see clearly.

Meng Lang walked a few steps quickly, and a vague hut appeared in front of Meng Lang's eyes, three or five zhang in size.

Cast of black iron, the black is incomparably dark.

An old black bronze door with a handprint, the imprint of a palm.

Meng Lang raised his right hand and put it in the mudra, and immediately, an elusive feeling was linked, directly connected to the soul.

"Ah~"

Meng Lang was as if he had been hit hard, his palm was bounced open, and his face turned pale.

"It turns out that there are people in this magic house, I think it's the dozens of people who came first, let's go, and then look for it!"

In the endless wasteland, it is pitch black, and occasionally I see a glimmer of light, which can be regarded as a guiding light.

"How is it possible, such bad luck, I found five magic houses in a row, each of which was first climbed by others, fainted, and was attacked once, and it was very painful, it is really infuriating!"

In the darkness, Meng Lang was like a blindfolded person, and even, it could be said that he was blind, completely relying on his soul to perceive.

At the end of the wasteland, in the depths of darkness, the skeleton elves had a pair of terrifying eyes, and their bones flowed, reflecting the whole of the wasteland on the huge eyeballs.

"Boom, that kid is calling Meng Lang, he is afraid that people will know that he is a magician, is it a shame for a magician?" The skeleton elf rolled his eyes, as if he could see things in the dark, staring at Meng Lang's walking steps, a little puzzled and dissatisfied.

As a magical elf, it will never make people dislike the identity of a magician.

Where does the skeleton elf know that Meng Lang is by no means disliking the identity of a magician, but he is afraid of being known, so that all his hole cards will be exposed in front of people, in that way, a person like him who has no foundation will die without a place to be buried, let alone step into the peak of the immortal path.

"Boy, boy, I don't want to be a magician, then okay, I'll let you spend more time in the dark, see if you kid is still arrogant, look down on magicians, and look for death!" The skeleton elf's big eyes were almost falling out, humming and chirping, looking at Meng Lang extremely unhappy.

Magic, the identity of the magic elves is not to be desecrated.

This is the code of the magic elves.

Meng Lang, who was still groping in the dark, how could he have expected that in addition to the rules of the Kura Demon Immortal, all this was also played by the skeleton elves.

In the face of darkness, Meng Lang still kept moving forward, because his soul was guiding him forward.

Suddenly, a magic house appeared in front of him, this magic house was bronze all over, criss-crossing grooves, as if this magic house had been chopped before, leaving deep marks.

Green and red rust abounds, old and old.

With the flick of a finger, this magic house could be destroyed.

Fortunately, this bronze magic house can still distinguish the door from the wall, and a faint trace of a palm can be seen on the bronze door. It's not that it's old and the palm print has been corroded, but it may be covered with dust that covers up the palm print.

Walking closer, Meng Lang stretched out his finger to flick the blurry handprint, and sure enough, the palm print was covered with a layer of ash, and the palm print was filled with ash, so that he couldn't see the existence of the palm print.

Streaming down~

Dirt bounces off.

Presents a complete mudra.

"Boom, this kid, actually found this magic house, is it good luck or bad luck, it seems that this magic house has gone through hundreds of millions of years since the owner created this magic temple, and it is the first time it has appeared, and it has really been discovered by a magician. The skeleton elf looked at all this, his big eyes rolling, and he didn't know what he was thinking, "This magic house seems to have been obtained by the owner by accident, but I don't know why, the owner has never opened this magic house?"

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