The winding staircase, which was almost ten meters wide. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Qin Feng walked vigilantly. The walls are also carved with silver-white skulls, and the skull's eye sockets shimmer with a faint green light that illuminates the deep tomb. There were still windows and doors every other section, and Qin Feng tried to open them, but they were all blocked by the soil.

Qin Feng estimated that he had already dived to the ground for a hundred meters: "This is not a tomb, but like a castle buried underground." "No idiot builds a tomb and gets a window.

After walking around the stairs for more than ten meters, Qin Feng suddenly felt a biting cold, deep into his soul. It's like a seal. Qin Feng walked down cautiously, only to see a bone gate more than ten meters high standing in front of him, this door was not completely closed, and a deep white cold air was oozing from it.

Qin Feng was a little curious: "What is in this!" Prophet, or is it a powerful undead? Qin Feng is not a person who looks ahead and backwards. After a little thought, he entered through the crack in the door, and it was a hall several miles wide, and the thick cold air drifted like a mist, as if it was caused by some kind of formation. The first thing that catches your eye is the corpses all over the ground.

Qin Feng was a little shocked: "These corpses are inevitably too big. "It seems that there has been a big battle here, but what shocked Qin Feng was that some of the corpses were seven or eight meters high, and some were even ten meters high. The bones were scarred, and most of them had their heads cut off.

Only then did Qin Feng understand why the steps here were so wide and the bone gate was so high. This is indeed not a mausoleum, but should be the residence of these bone giants, who are estimated to have been defeated in a great battle. Even their kingdom was submerged by the earth, and I don't know who had such magical powers.

These huge bones couldn't help but Qin Feng couldn't help but think, did these bone giants come from the flood period? Could it be that they are the descendants of the Kuafu clan?

Just as Qin Feng was speculating wildly, the head of the stone statue behind the throne at the far end of the hall suddenly spoke, and the voice was extremely harsh, as if two stones were rubbing: "I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

Qin Feng followed the sound and looked at it, it was just a huge stone statue dozens of meters high, a skeleton holding a skeleton scepter and wearing a robe, and holding an open book in his hand, as if announcing the ban of the underworld, which was shocking. This stone statue Qin Feng had seen, and it was on the side of that temple.

"You are the prophet?" Qin Feng was a little surprised, he had imagined several appearances of the prophet, a wise monk, an ordinary old man, and even an undead warrior with a big sword, but he never thought that it was just a stone.

The prophet seemed to know what Qin Feng was thinking: "Is there something that subverts your common sense? ”

Qin Feng nodded and said calmly: "Well, I thought you should be an undead." ”

Again, the Prophet said, "I am naturally an undead, otherwise how could the king of the undead here worship me as Lord." Qin Feng noticed that the stone statue didn't even move its lips, as if the sound was coming from the inside of the stone statue. "My body has been dissipated, and my spirit has been dissipated and lived in my faith as a believer. It is only through these millennia that I have been worshipped by my followers as a medium that I can fulfill my contract with you. ”

It turns out that this is just a medium that can be communicated, and the stone statue in the Dark City should be able to do the same. "Maybe there is a gap between the Prophet and the King of the Underworld?" Qin Feng thought, "Then Fan Bin may be the believer of this Prophet, or he may be a puppet manipulated by the Prophet." ”

Looking at the huge corpses all over the ground, he asked, "Then why are there so many corpses scattered here?"

The voice was still so harsh: "It's just an internal struggle among the undead." You must know that there used to be a total of five undead kings here. There is only one one in existence, the Immortal King, you have heard of him, he is a madman, he has been cultivating frantically all day, and once he was in retreat for more than 300 years. The city of the Bone Giant was leveled by him, and the entire city, along with the King of the Bone Giant, was buried in the ruins by his spell. Now the entire Isle of the Dead is under the control of the Immortal King. ”

The Prophet sighed, "While I was sleeping, the Immortal King had a different mind, and he defeated the other four kings, either surrendered, died, or disappeared, and now the entire Great 6 is under his control. ”

The prophet's words came out with the help of this stone statue, and Qin Feng could not be heard. But Qin Feng must have been very angry when he thought about the prophet, and he wanted to regain his position all the time.

It turns out that this king of the underworld is so good. Qin Feng felt that Fang Cai had been underestimating him.

The Prophet didn't seem to want to say more, "All right, cultivator. Let's get straight to the point, these words can't be finished after three days and three nights. After a pause, he said, "Give me the Chaos Bead first." I will fulfill my promise. ”

The Nightmare didn't hesitate and spat out the Chaos Orb. But I saw a trace of gray-white energy floating out of this supreme bead. This is the pure power of death, and it can no longer be refined. Qin Feng hurriedly avoided it, the power of this thing was definitely no less than the rumored Soul Devouring Heavenly Fire, but this thing was a coveted treasure for the undead.

It turned out that this Supreme Bead was not a magic weapon, but a container. The function of the magic weapon is only to hide people's eyes and ears, but fortunately, when the evil night took it out, there were no high-level undead nearby, and if it happened to be someone who showed a clue, I am afraid that this thing would not reach the hands of the prophet.

The last phantom flew out of the Orb of Chaos and into the mouth of the sculpture, and it was only then that the Orb of Chaos returned to the hands of the Nightmare again.

The prophet seemed to have received some message from the illusory image: "I see. That scrap is dead, and it's a big mistake for me!"

Qin Feng listened, and the person the prophet said didn't know if it was the Qiu Jue he killed with his own hands.

Again, the Prophet said: "Although it is not you who I have entrusted to, and you have killed another monk whom I have entrusted to you. But for the sake of the Celestial Bead you brought, I won't bother with you. I made a promise as a doppelganger, and I kept it with me. With that, a black light erupted from the sculpture's mouth, and it instantly hit the nightmare.

Seeing that the nightmare was stunned, and said happily, "Thank you to the prophet." "That black light is the inheritance promised by the prophet, a powerful illusion, a dark magic that drags people into nightmares.

Still the harsh voice replied, "It's okay, you deserve it." And you humans, and I thank you too. But I have nothing to reward you. ”

Qin Feng waved his hand and said, "I'm not here to receive a reward. ”

The Prophet spoke again: "In that case, let's make a deal." You go for me......" but in the middle of the sentence he suddenly shut up: "Someone is coming, and there are nine of them." Be careful yourself, and don't reveal the power of death. Then there was no sound, as if it had really been transformed into a stone statue.

Qin Feng shouted tentatively but never responded: "Prophet?

In this kind of barren place, most of the people who come are not good, "The Nightmare has entered a combat state!" The Nightmare also took on a human form, floating in mid-air, and its blood-red eyes were staring around to prevent a sneak attack. The dark wings of ink are like a nightmare, and they have fallen into the real world.

Time seemed to be beginning to flow very slowly, and there was a tense atmosphere in the air. No one has appeared, is the prophet lying to me?

Just in doubt, the air flow in his neck was squeezed and his hair moved.

"Hmm!" Qin Feng instantly noticed.

Choke!

Before he had time to dodge, Qin Feng's left hand hurriedly leaned back and turned into a sharp claw, and he actually held a dagger. This dagger was very sharp, and the blood that slashed Qin Feng's hand was dripping, and the cuticle that was harder than the golden stone could not be blocked, but fortunately, it was able to withstand this dagger and did not pierce into the body.

However, the sneak attack did not stop, and the line of sight in front of him fluctuated again, and a thin figure loomed. A short knife with a blazing flame slashed at the head.

Without waiting for Qin Feng to make a move, the nightmare spewed out black flames, which the sneak attackers had to avoid, leaving only a chasm that burned fiercely with dark flames.

Qin Feng also took this opportunity to avoid the enemy behind him, looking at the left hand with blurred flesh and blood, if it were an ordinary person, this palm would have been abolished.

However, the physical attack was difficult for Qin Feng to have an effect, and in an instant, a pile of dark green blood erupted from the wound, and a large amount of spiritual power was used to spawn, and the entire palm of his hand was actually healed to a degree visible to the naked eye.

The two assassins were shocked to take a step back, but they didn't know that this was the effect that Qin Feng had already achieved at the cost of consuming a small half of the spiritual power in his body.

Qin Feng sneered and glanced at the two assassins, these were two undead. "What a trick, it's even coated with corpse poison. As he spoke, he took another elixir, and the figure suddenly flashed as he spoke.

When he reappeared, he was already behind the assassin with the dagger in hand: "The dead are dead, so don't trouble the living anymore." As he spoke, the sword avoided its ribs and stabbed into its heart, which had long since ceased to beat.

Qin Feng shouted: "Explosion!"

Rumble!

Even the time of surprise was only for a moment, and the whole body was shattered, leaving nothing behind. There was only a wisp of white remnant soul, and it instinctively wanted to escape, but it was sucked into the mouth of the nightmare.

A mysterious assassin was killed by Qin Feng with one blow, not because of how weak the assassin was or how strong Qin Feng was, it was just because of a surprise.

Maybe it's because it's the undead, and I don't know what fear is. The other undead was holding a short knife and attacking Qin Feng again. The kung fu in this hand was on par with Qin Feng for a while. The short knife, which was only the length of a small arm, seemed to have spirituality, dancing like a spirit snake, swaying its body and wanting to tear Qin Feng apart.

Qin Feng was like a rock and did not move, his unpretentious sword moves could block this tricky trajectory, and he also fought back from time to time. The two swords infused with spiritual power struck each other, bursting with blue and red energy, and it was spectacular in an instant.

The victory and defeat were indistinguishable for a while, and the nightmare swung its claws to help Qin Feng.

Qin Feng stopped: "I'll deal with it myself." "I'm very excited, and it's rare to meet a master who can do a few tricks in sword moves. The methods of these undead are somewhat strange, and the use of spiritual power seems to be completely different from that of monks. Even the power they use may not be spiritual power at all.