The battle continued, and one by one the monks died, turned into corpses, and then devoured by the white bone tower beneath them, becoming the nourishment of this white bone tower.

The so-called "Mountain of Corpses", in which the "Mountain of Corpses" is this tower of bones, corpses, absorbed by this tower of bones, not only today, but over the years, every battle that has taken place in this arena, the accumulated corpses.

And these corpses are not ordinary people's bodies, they are all monks' bodies.

The monks who sought wealth changed batch after batch, but only the white bone tower has been standing here, which is a real "corpse mountain".

Compared to the other battlefield on top of this white bone tower, Zao Wou-shuang's every battle seemed a little silent and could not attract anyone's attention, but the higher he went, the more thrilling the battle Zao Wou-shuang experienced.

Every time he went through a battle, he got closer and closer to death, but every time, Zao Woushuang brushed shoulders with death, Zao Woushuang told himself that he couldn't die yet, and his strong will to survive allowed Zao Woushuang to successfully kill one enemy after another, and finally survived, going higher up in the white bone tower.

Unconsciously, Zhao Wushuang had come to the upper part of the bone tower, and the ill-fitting battle armor on his body resisted attack after attack for him, becoming an irregular piece of iron, the iron piece was stained with blood, and it was constantly dripping down, and a hideous wound appeared in Zhao Wushuang's abdomen, and it was this blow that made Zhao Shuang's battle armor scrapped.

His feet were like being infused with lead, and every step Zhao Wushuang took now was a huge load on his body, and a sense of drowsiness was like a demon, slowly invading Zhao Wushuang's body.

"I can't fall, I can't fall......" Zhao Wushuang's knife dragged behind him, his eyes were already half-closed, and his mouth kept reading, every time he fought, for Zhao Wushuang, it was overloaded, and now he relied more on instinct to support.

There was a blur in front of him, and the white bone tower appeared in Zhao Wushuang's eyes, and Zhao Wushuang's swaying figure was almost falling from the white bone tower many times.

The sound of fighting on the white bone tower gradually became smaller, until it disappeared, Zhao Wushuang came to the highest point of the white bone tower, and a person who was also stained with blood on the opposite side climbed up, covering the wound on his shoulder, when he saw Zhao Wushuang, the man laughed, for no other reason, just because Zhao Wushuang was too weak.

The person opposite Zhao Wushuang was the old man, and there was no doubt that he could appear here, which meant that the people who stood in the way, including the big man, had been killed by him.

The Great Han of the Three Realms was indeed very strong, and the old man even blew himself up with a flying sword in the end to successfully kill him, but the good news was that the Great Han was really dead, and he was also the only monk who could threaten the old man on the White Bone Tower.

The old man didn't have a flying sword, but he didn't need a flying sword to deal with Zhao Wushuang, just by virtue of his cultivation, the old man had the confidence to suppress Zhao Wushuang here.

The old man clapped his hands and let out a sound of praise without hesitation: "I have to admire you, with such cultivation, you can climb here, your luck is too good." ”

The old man attributed Zhao Wushuang's ability to come here all due to luck.

Did Zhao Wushuang come to the top of this white bone tower just by luck?

Luck may be part of it, but it's more of Zao's calm actions and tenacious will.

Zhao Wushuang didn't answer, maybe he didn't want to answer, or maybe he didn't have the strength to answer.

Zhao Wushuang only knew that after killing this person, he would be able to survive, and he would be able to get the silver to redeem himself for Ru Niang, for so many years, Zhao Wushuang had never been so close to his goal, and the veteran soldier entered the battle, either win or die.

"Kill!"

Zhao Wushuang forced out all his potential, clenched the knife in both hands, and rushed towards the old man.

"Hmph, mayfly shakes the tree!" The old man took a step forward, the qi around his body swelled, and a pair of sleeves became as hard as iron and stone, and slammed into Zhao Wushuang's body, and thousands of tiny qi machines were like steel needles, piercing into Zhao Wushuang's body, tearing apart Zhao Wushuang's body.

Zhao Wushuang only felt that thousands of ants were crawling on his body, and then the softness spread all over his body, making him unable to exert his strength.

Zhao Wushuang unconsciously knelt down in front of the old man, holding the knife in both hands, trying his best to stand up. An unwilling roar came from Zhao Wushuang's mouth, but no matter how Zhao Wushuang roared, it had no effect.

The current Zhao Wushuang is like a trapped beast that has lost its claws, without the slightest threat.

A withered hand reached out and landed on Zhao Wushuang's head, this withered hand was like an eagle's claws, extremely sharp, and in an instant, it cut through Zhao Wushuang's skin, and a trace of red blood flowed down from Zhao Wushuang's head.

"Die!" The old man let out a laugh of "Trek", and wanted to kill Zhao Wushuang with an extremely arrogant attitude, so as to declare his victory.

At this moment, Zhao Wushuang took out a black thunder pill from his arms, pinched it in front of the old man, and the thunder splashed, and Zhao Wushuang felt like he was holding a thunderball in his hands.

"Lei Zhenzi!"

"The thunder method of the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain, and it is a black thunder!"

"How could you have such a killer weapon 1"

A sense of life and death crisis appeared in the old man's heart, and he was so frightened that he had to retreat, and was frightened away by Zhao Wushuang's lifeless tactics.

"Kill!" Zhao Wushuang's eyes were bright, like a return to the light, controlling the black thunderball in one hand and holding the knife in the other, bullying himself.

A knife pierced the old man's robe, pierced his body, and seriously injured him in an instant, the thunderball in Zhao Wushuang's palm became more and more unstable, constantly shrinking and expanding, and the frequency became faster and faster, as if it would explode in the next moment, so that the two of them would die together.

"Damn it!" Under the shadow of death, the old man really didn't have the courage to fight against Zhao Wushuang, and pressed the knife in one hand, pulled his body out, and fled backwards.

"Kill!" Zhao Wushuang's voice came again, and the old man only felt a chill in the back of his waist, and the hot pain came over, and he was stabbed by Zhao Wushuang again.

The old man fled again, and Zhao Wushuang chased after him, and Zhao Wushuang at this time was like a powder keg that would explode at any time, chasing the old man and slashing again and again.

The old man's aura gradually withered, but the thunderball in Zhao Wushuang's palm did not explode for a long time.

At the end, it was even brighter, and then disappeared without a trace.

I was deceived!

The old man realized in a moment.

"You, shameless!" The dying old man was lying on the ground, pointing at Zhao Wushuang, his face was full of indignation, under life and death, the old man did not think about it, how could a poor man who came to the "Mountain of Corpses" have such a rank of Lei Zhenzi.

"I didn't say this is Lei Zhenzi, how can I afford to buy Lei Zhenzi." Zhao Wushuang replied.

"As for what it is, it's just a little trick used in the army to illuminate."

"The latest creation of the Trap Warlocks."

Zhao Wushuang smiled, and was very glad that when the Soldiers and Horses Division distributed the supplies, he took two of them.

Zhao Wushuang raised his knife above his head, and was about to cut off the old man's head.

Zhao Wushuang's body was facing the white bone tower, and his back and white bone tower covered everyone's eyes, forming a blind spot.

Just as Zhao Wushuang fell from the knife, the white bone tower shook slightly visibly, and Zhao Wushuang flew out and fell to the ground, but in the eyes of others, it was regarded as the old man who used some unknown method, once again making Zhao Wushuang lose his combat power.

"You, despicable!" Zhao Wushuang only felt that his whole body was soft, his body seemed to be attached to the platform of the white bone tower, and he could no longer move, and a ridiculous but true thought appeared in Zhao Wushuang's mind, this white bone tower, helping the old man.

This white bone tower is helping the old man, how can he win, a sense of despair shrouded in Zhao Wushuang's heart, in addition to pain, Zhao Wushuang was unwilling in his heart, strong unwillingness.

He tried his best, racked his brains, and fought out a glimmer of opportunity from the impossible, obviously he wanted to hold it, but there was such a variable, Zhao Wushuang was really unwilling.

Zhao Wushuang wanted to roar and expose the filth and unfairness on top of this white bone tower.

Zhao Wushuang opened his mouth, but the words he spit out became a "woo" sound, which could not form effective sentences at all, and the white bone tower forbade Zhao Wushuang's ability to speak.

Zhao Wushuang thought of Chen Qingshan, but in the end, he sighed again, no matter how powerful Hou Ye is, how can he find the strangeness of this white bone tower?

"Boom!"

"No matter what, you're going to die!"

The old man got up slowly and laughed.

Chen Qingshan's eyes were cold, and he was instantly sure that this old man was a person from the merchant here.

And the white bone tower will naturally help his family.

From beginning to end, Chen Qingshan was shrouding the entire White Bone Pagoda with his divine sense, and he was also the only person here who could see the White Bone Pagoda targeting Zhao Wushuang.

"This merchant's plan is so powerful, it's just a drop of water." Chen Qingshan whispered, this old man is his own family, so the gold he promised is ten thousand taels, even if it is given to the old man in full view, but in the end, it will still fall back into the merchant's own pocket, and he will do it unconsciously.

"In that case, I can't blame it." As soon as Chen Qingshan stepped on his feet, a candlelight flame stretched from the soles of Chen Qingshan's feet to the arena, inside the white bone tower.

A majestic roar came back from the flame of the candlelight, and went straight into Chen Qingshan's heart, this was a counterattack from the white bone tower, but how strong Chen Qingshan's soul was, how could it be injured by this white bone tower.

"Burn me!" Chen Qingshan snorted softly.

The flame of candlelight in the white bone tower instantly rose wildly, burning the white bone tower to the ground, and a burst of wails that only Chen Qingshan could hear.

Zhao Wushuang reluctantly closed his eyes, ready for the impending death.

"Die!" The old man's face showed a hideous color, and the candlelight flame was attached to the soles of the old man's feet, and in an instant, it was burned into a personal stick, and when the wind blew, it turned into ashes.

Zhao Wushuang opened his eyes and was shocked to find that he was fine, and it was the old man who died.

"Shhh

"Shhh

“......”

Like the neighing of a poisonous snake, the entire arena was in chaos at this moment.

All the waiters twisted their heads in unison and looked at Chen Qingshan, their faces were hideous and vicious, and they formed a line and floated towards Chen Qingshan.

"Interfere with the 'Mountain of the Dead' results! Damn it! All the attendants shouted in unison.

The wicked sue first.