These corpses are like soldiers, and when they come down, they do not attack, but form a wall of people. At the end of the day, a huge stone coffin at the bottom was carried out by thirty-two dead corpses. In the stone coffin is a red giant tree, which looks like a section of a huge wood, but Wu Ming and several people know that this piece of giant wood is actually a coffin.

"In this, I'm afraid it's the thorny old king thousands of years ago. An Yi said with a solemn face, these dead corpses, if he is still a little sure of dealing with one, it is difficult to say whether he can kill them, and as far as the eye can see, the black pressure is not afraid of ten thousand, and there seem to be figures floating in the cliffs and pits around them, maybe only a character like a senior can deal with it!

With so many dead corpses, and their strength is not weak, it is estimated that even Jindan-level immortal cultivators are difficult to deal with, even in the Yuan Infant Stage.

The characters in that stone coffin should not be simple. It's not about who you are in life, but about your strength after you're dead. The sound of the flute came from within, and it didn't stop until now.

"I haven't felt the breath of a living person for many years. People from the outside, this is not the place for you to come, disturb the sleep of the gods, you will be cursed, cursed by death. I will grant you death, and after death will guard the tomb of the gods, so that your sins will be dissolved. ”

In that section of mahogany, a voice was extremely hoarse, as if it had not spoken for a thousand years, and the words spoken were intermittent and not fluent, but it could be understood.

Hearing this, An Yi's cold hairs stood on end. Guarding the tomb for the gods? Atonement? They won't all be like this, right? Millions of people are buried here to atone for their sins? Keeping the tomb? Is there really a god buried here?

"Go back, or, let the soul fly away. Wu Ming squinted his eyes and said lightly.

"Disturb the gods' sleep, capital offense!" The mahogany suddenly parted, and the upper part flew up, and the inside was indeed hollowed out, like a coffin. The lid of the mahogany coffin was lifted, and a pale man inside stood upright, his face pale and terrifying. Snow-white hair. But his face was extremely young, he looked to be twenty years old at most, he was dressed in a large black red robe, and he held a leg bone in his hand. There are some small holes in the upper part of the leg bone. I think it's a bone flute. The previous sound should have been made by this bone flute.

"Kill them, and the gods will grant you eternal life!"

"This, this is a thorny old king? no matter how you look at it, it looks like a young king who died young! His voice is old enough. At this time, only Wu Bao will care about these.

"Kill!"

The army of corpses was surging, and they didn't seem to care at all about what Wu Ming said about the scattered souls. As the young king said, the gods will grant them eternal life, so they are extremely fanatical and fearless of death. And the word 'also' in his words already explains his state, he is obviously not as simple as a dead corpse, his body should be transformed into a younger person after death.

"I'm coming!"

The Martial God made a move, and a terrifying divine light shot out from his eyes, and where the divine light passed, none of the dead corpses could survive, and they were directly annihilated into flying ashes. In the blink of an eye, thousands of dead bodies turned into ashes and completely disappeared into this pit.

"Necromancy. The young king raised his hand, and the thousands of dead bodies standing in front of him were instantly shattered, and then regrouped, combining into hundreds of giants more than ten feet high, lifeless, like the god of death.

Another divine light shot out from the eyes of the Martial God, and those giants were wiped out without the slightest ability to resist, like a grinding disc, grinding them little by little, but the speed was extremely fast.

The man's face changed slightly, obviously he didn't expect that there would be such a master among the people who broke in. Since this divine light is so powerful, those means can't stop it in the slightest. Suddenly, he picked up the bone flute in his hand and put it to his mouth, and played a strange piece of music.

"Ah, it's so uncomfortable, hurry up and plug your ears. An Yi screamed, it seemed extremely uncomfortable, and the sound seemed particularly terrifying. And when he looked at Wu Ming and the three of them, he was stunned, these three people were not affected at all, as if nothing happened.

"Compared to the sound of the piano, your voice is too ugly. I said, you are an old immortal, you are all dead, and you still come out to sing?" Wu Bao said irritably, saying that it was impossible to say that there was no impact at all, mainly because he had been trained by Dongfang Xue, and his resistance was much higher, but Wu Bao's mood at this time was obviously a little impetuous.

"What are you doing with so much nonsense? Xiaobao, Xiaowu, fight quickly, I don't know what else is waiting for us behind the road. Wu Ming raised his hand and pointed at it, and the power of the Peerless Divine Finger was instantly struck, like a lightning bolt splitting horizontally, just like the divine light in the eyes of the Martial God, it was also a long drive straight in, indestructible, sweeping everything.

"Kill!"

Wu Bao rose up, and a golden dragon of a hundred zhang size appeared outside his body, the divine dragon was like a spirit, like a living thing, wandering around him, suddenly erupted, and with a shocking dragon roar, his body had already rushed out of the old man, rushed into the group of dead corpses, and swept away with an invincible attitude, and the martial god did not show weakness, and it was also a golden divine dragon of a hundred zhang size running out from between his palms.

"Boom"

The mountains shook for a while, and the heavens and the earth seemed to collapse, An Yi was stunned at this time, and where he saw it, there was still half a dead spirit? Even the corpse did not exist.

Is this their strength? It's terrifying! That golden divine dragon is at least ten times bigger than when it was tested, they can't be immortals, right? How can this be a martial artist, how can a martial artist have such terrifying combat power!

An Yi was completely stunned at this time, this invincible posture and the strength that swept through everything made her extremely shocked and inexplicably excited.

"Boom!"

The sinkhole collapsed and fell down. As far as the eye can see, it is an endless desert, with yellow sand rolling and a hot smell in the golden sand.

"Is this the second level? Here, is it an illusion formation, or is it a real existence? Who is it that created such a terrifying world!"

Wu Ming muttered to himself, if it was just a formation, it would be easy to say, but if it was really a world realm, it would be terrible. How powerful is a world realm that can create such a appearance?

At this point, Wu Ming has the most right to speak, and now he has formed a small world realm in the sea of knowledge, but compared to here, it is a bit of a trivial. This world realm is really too huge, and Wu Ming's divine consciousness unfolds, and it can't be swept to the end. And there is no trace of the formation here, the temperature is so realistic, the body can feel the fiery energy.

In other words, nine times out of ten, this is a real world!

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the end of the yellow sand. (To be continued......)