The hoarse voice is like the sound of the Nine Shadows, which is terrifying. The sound in the black fog was like sharp fingernails scraping against glass, making people's hearts tremble.

Everyone was amazed when they felt the sound in the black mist.

Zhang Yifan was at the back, and he was surprised to see the black fog churning. The black mist churned, and in a moment the mist slowly dissipated. A man in a black robe stood in front of the crowd. His face was pale and withered. The withered hand grasped a human bone, and on top of it were three small black bells.

A pair of cold eyes radiated a cold light, and a wicked smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

After a moment, he smiled weirdly, and black gas overflowed from his body. As his figure hid in the black mist, he said a word.

"Welcome to the abyss of dreams, now the hunt game begins. As soon as the words fell, his figure slowly became illusory, and then disappeared.

"Hunting game?" everyone changed their expressions when they heard this.

What kind of game is this hunting game, but if you listen to its meaning, you will know that everyone who enters here is the object of hunting.

After a while, the crowd stopped moving forward, not daring to take a single step.

Zhang Yifan sneered in his heart, he looked at Nangong Chu and said, "Brother Chu, should you advance or retreat now?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces changed greatly. Now, the sudden appearance of the scene just now made everyone cautious. At this time, no one is willing to speak, for fear of provoking everyone's disgust.

And the purpose of Zhang Yifan's move is to push Nangong Chu to the forefront and let him lead everyone. Once something unexpected happens, then he has to bear the responsibility that ordinary people cannot bear.

Nangong Chu's face was stunned, his lips opened, and finally he frowned, and said in a deep voice: "As I said just now, let's move on." ”

Everyone nodded silently and walked forward.

The people of the Seven Peaks are full of Xuan Qi in their bodies to prevent unforeseen things from happening.

Everyone walked forward slowly, cautiously.

Both the Peach Blossom Illusion and the Dense Fog are illusory bodies and cannot pose a threat. But when the man spoke just now, then it is conceivable that there must be a vicious fight.

Zhang Yifan was thinking about flying in his heart at this time, he knew that it was difficult to walk through on his own. Only with everyone can there be hope for life. And the rest of the others also knew that they could not be separated at this time.

After a stick of incense, everyone walked like a snail, very slowly.

Not only because I was afraid of accidentally falling, but also because I was afraid of a sneak attack by someone in the shadows. In this regard, everyone can only be cautious and cautious, cautious and cautious.

Half an hour passed, and the people did not see the storm coming. On the contrary, after walking for such a long time, everyone did not feel the slightest danger.

Gradually, everyone slowly relaxed their vigilance.

After this lasted for half a pillar of incense, it suddenly surged between heaven and earth. The sky was full of brilliance, and the rumbling sound was endless.

"Be careful!" shouted to the next person, and everyone stopped moving forward. Immediately, they all looked vigilantly into the air.

"Boom!"

A horizontal bridge, from which the path of yin and yang is divided. Here, the bridge collapsed. Almost in the blink of an eye, everyone fell down.

I didn't even have a chance to mention Xuanqi.

At this time, the thunder in the sky rolled, and countless lightning bolts fell like sharp blades. It's unstoppable!

Zhang Yifan was shocked, he angrily raised his anger, but all this was in vain. It was as if a coercion was rolling down from the sky, suffocating people and not moving at all.

Everyone is like Zhang Yifan, after feeling this phenomenon, all the pale people are reflected here.

Zhang Yifan thought about it and put his mind at ease at the moment. He didn't know what was happening, but he was sure that the path forward had changed.

The crowd fell down one after another, during which there were panicked and angry scolding.

Zhang Yifan's face was grim and treated as usual. But every cell in its body is mobilized. He was afraid that there would be a sudden accident at this time.

The Jiuyi Heavenly Venerable Sword trembled, emitting a faint humming sound.

The bridge disappears, and the person falls. The black clouds between heaven and earth are overwhelming. It was like the end of the world. Panic, palpitations, flukes. Every emotion burst out in everyone's hearts at this moment.

After glancing around, Zhang Yifan saw that everyone's faces were pale and out of proportion. He hurriedly said: "Everyone stabilize their minds and be careful"

Before the words were finished, the fog that had suddenly disappeared came back again.

A black mist suddenly rose between the heavens and the earth, which made everyone's hearts even more afraid.

The words of the people on the bridge hit everyone's hearts hard at this moment. The black mist was as black as ink, blocking everyone's view.

Even in front of you, you can't see each other clearly. This point made everyone's hearts tremble.

Huo Ran, a melodious bell seemed to come from the Nine Secluded Land, and it seemed to ring in his ears. This voice is pleasant, like the words of the warbler and the swallow, which is to cultivate human feelings.

The heart moves with the bell, and God moves with the sound.

After a while, everyone was groggy and seemed to be about to fall asleep.

Zhang Yifan sighed in his heart that it was not good, this voice was indeed intoxicating. But its deceptive mind makes people enter the realm of lingering and cannot extricate themselves.

"Dementor Bell!?" Zhang Yifan thought in his heart, and Huo Ran understood. The man did not go away just now, but hid his figure and waited for an opportunity to move.

And the sudden appearance at this time shows that the human mind is extremely fragile in this situation. Panic, fear, fear. People are the easiest to get their hands on in this situation.

The soul bell is a yin and evil thing, and it is very useful in this dreamy abyss.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifan muttered: "Dream, dream" Immediately, he sneered. It can be said that the man of the black mist is the companion of this dreamy abyss.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifan calmed down and watched the changes.

The black mist is getting thicker and thicker, and although it is impossible to perceive the surrounding things, its spirit can enter it. This made Zhang Yifan very happy.

Without saying a word, he went down the force.

"Crackle!"

Above, lightning fell. It seems to have hit itself, but it seems to be an impotent thing, passing through the body.

"Sure enough, as I thought, all this is an illusion!" Zhang Yifan muttered in his heart. However, at this moment, a black lightning bolt came from nowhere, slashing towards Zhang Yifan.

"It's an illusion again!" Zhang Yifan sneered at the black lightning.

Huo Ran, the Jiuyi Tianzun sword behind Zhang Yifan suddenly moved, and without Zhang Yifan's guidance, it came out of its sheath on its own. In an instant, a cyan sword swung out.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the black glow vanished.

Between the lightning and flint, the Jiuyi Heavenly Venerable Sword returned to normal. Zhang Yifan was in a cold sweat, his body was instantly soaked with sweat, and he gasped.

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