"Brother Cheng, read a girl, everyone in front of you is hesitating, there must be something strange, be careful."

Seeing such a scene of everyone, Li Kangan couldn't help but stop.

At this time, some people were ridiculing and ridiculing: "Saying that this palace of King Wu is extraordinary, I insist on going over, I am really asking for my own hardship." "

"They are also stupid, if King Wu's Relic Palace is so easy to enter, how can it be their turn to benefit?"

Li Kangan stepped forward and casually patted a monk in front of him on the shoulder and asked.

"Brother, why are you sighing, what the hell is going on?"

The man's face was haggard, as if he was seriously ill, and he looked back at Li Kangan, just sighed one after another, without words.

"He Gongzi, what's going on here?"

Tian Nian, who was following closely, saw that the person in front of him did not answer, and repeated it.

The person in front of him was one of the people who accused Tang Cheng of killing Li Ruolan just now - He Tingxuan, who was a high-spirited young man just now, and now he can feel full of aging and decadence.

Tian Nianyi has been following Yu Qing, the lord of the palace, all the year round, and must know a lot about this underground palace.

Hearing Tian Nianyi's graceful voice, He Tingxuan finally spoke, but it seemed that there was no light in his eyes.

"Read a fairy, this dry leaf lot is so strange."

Tian Nianyi leaned down, the front and back were concave and convex, showing a beautiful arc, and the whole person was like a crouching kitten, which made people can't help but want to stroke.

"He Gongzi, don't be in a hurry, you speak slowly."

After He Tingxuan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he told Tian Nianyi and them what happened when they came in just now:

After they crossed the gravel road, they disagreed when they came to the intersection of the dead leaf lot and the gravel road.

Some people think that the palace of King Wu is unfathomable, and presumably this dead leaf is a trap that cannot be moved forward.

But some people don't agree with this point of view, some piles of dead leaves, it's not a big deal, even if there is any mechanism, just turn back.

"Brothers, without further ado, let's go, let's talk in advance, this gift is first-come, first-served!"

With Zhou Yu's shout, he rushed to the dead leaf lot, and after walking for nearly fifty meters, there was no abnormality.

After many monks saw that Zhou Yu was fine, they also followed.

Some of the monks with a calm personality still insisted on staying where they were, believing that having only gone so far did not mean anything at all.

But when they had walked about a hundred meters, many of the people who had not walked up to the dead leaves could not resist the temptation, for fear that the first person would get the treasure and follow them.

The last group of ten or so people who entered the dead leaf lot, at first they were like walking on a gravel road, smooth and fast,

But when they walked about fifty meters, it was completely different from the scene when the group of people entered.

Suddenly, a monk bumped into another monk in the process of catching up.

The monk's leg was caught in the dead leaves, his feet as if they had been caught, and his body was gradually sinking into the dead leaves.

The monk who had inadvertently knocked him down tried to help him, but his feet sank into the dead leaves as if they had been caught by something.

They couldn't get out, so they cried out for help: "Help! Help me! "

When he saw this phenomenon next to the monk, he immediately stopped his progress and tried to lend a helping hand, but suddenly he felt that his foot was being grabbed by something, and he sank into the dead leaves.

The rear was also in a mess and struggled to the death.

It is not difficult to see from their facial expressions that they are like nine cows holding their legs at this time, and they don't want to break away at all.

The people in front heard their shouts and wanted to turn back, but before they could turn their heads, their feet began to move towards the lower limit of the dead leaves.

"Why don't they use martial arts cultivation to jump directly into the air? Wouldn't that worry about falling into this dead leaf? "

Li Kangan shrugged his shoulders and said his thoughts, it is not difficult to see that Li Kangan is blaming them for being stupid, but it is inconvenient to say it because of the sake of taking care of face.

"Hey! You are not the only smart person in the world. He Tingxuan sighed.

"What do you mean by that?" After listening to He Tingxuan's words, Tang Cheng also stepped forward and asked.

"Even you, a murderous maniac, deserve to enter this palace of King Wu?"

At first, He Tingxuan was decadent in their hearts, feeling sorry for their companions who fell into this withered leaf, and they didn't notice Tang Cheng's existence at all.

As soon as he heard Tang Cheng's speech, He Tingxuan suddenly became angry, and then some young men also raised their swords towards Tang Cheng, and many of them were worried about Li Li Ruolan's death.

In fact, they don't have any sect and ambiguous relationship with Li Ruolan, many of them are because Tang Cheng is too ruthless and afraid of being poisoned, or the so-called Jianghu will.

"He Gongzi, now is not the time to care about this, let's have one more person, one more strength, if we can pass the test, maybe we can save them. If you do it now, you will lose both. "

Tian Nianyi stopped in front of Tang Cheng and persuaded these people who were pointing their swords at Tang Cheng.

"Hey!"

He Tingxuan sighed, after all, as Tian Nianyi said, if he makes a move now, he will lose both, and he may not be able to beat Tang Cheng.

"Seeing this, some alert monks immediately took action on their martial arts cultivation and rose into the air, but some people with a slightly lower martial arts path felt exhausted after a while, and they also fell downwards and fell into this dead leaf."

He Tingxuan then recounted the process of entering this withered leaf lot.

"What about those who are higher in martial arts?"

Li Kangan always maintains an exploratory attitude towards new things.

"Using the internal force of the martial arts to control the sky on this dead leaf should be more than the internal power of the martial arts consumed in a hundred years, although those who have a high martial arts cultivation are farther than those who have a low martial path, they will be exhausted after a while and fall towards the dead leaves." He Tingxuan sighed again and again.

The monks struggled among the dead leaves, but they did not stop falling because of their struggle.

After falling into the dead leaves, they fluttered among the dead leaves like a drowning crowd that could not swim.

However, instead of slowing down the descent with their fluttering, gradually, their upper bodies had fallen into the dead leaves.

Many people on the gravel road could only look up to the sky and sigh, neither daring to go forward to save them, nor did they come up with a way to save them.

"Oh, don't come forward, they want to go forward by themselves, and sure enough, there's something strange here!"

After finishing speaking, He Tingxuan burst into tears, crying for his dead colleague.

Li Kangan wanted to step forward to comfort, but people can't be resurrected after death, so it's better to let them suffer than to comfort them.