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For some reason, the warm oil lights hanging on the stone walls began to blur, as if countless tiny particles of ash were flying in the light.

Suddenly, the wind passed through the light.

The light poured down from all sides, and when it passed through the stone path, there was a strange refraction, falling on the intricate patterns carved on the stone wall, and there was a bit of gloom to render it.

That's the shadow of a man.

There was a muffled pop.

Like a sharp metal stabbing into dozens of stacked wet papers, a long knife burst out from the center of the heavy stone door, and then with a slight friction sound, as the stone chips gradually paved the ground into a painting, the more diamond-hard blue stone was eroded by some magical power attached to the long knife, and the stone door revealed a hole that could accommodate one person.

The figure poked and poked, and the fish rushed in.

"This is the so-called Heavenly Hell General Division that no one should approach?"

A female voice broke the silence that had been maintained for a long time, but it was as if a stone had fallen to the ground, just falling into a small hole paved with fine sand, and there was not a single ripple.

"Don't come near the living...... It's famous, but now? It's just a dead grave! Find that dungeon and kill everyone in it!"

A voice full of disdain sounded slowly, and then refracted in the empty stone passage, gradually becoming inaudible.

The man who spoke was a man who had taken off the mask of his nightwalking suit, and his face looked a little angry and even a little angry, because the contact with the expected soldier did not happen in the first place. They walked through this cold and gloomy underground world several times, but they couldn't even catch a human figure.

This derailed his own adult's plans.

I agree. ”

In the depths of the stone path, such a voice was heard.

The voice is soft.

It's like the wind blowing.

Several rays of light suddenly flashed in the gloomy stone passage, and the man clutched the hilt of the long knife tightly, vigilantly watching the unknown horror hidden in the darkness ahead.

Vaguely guessing what would happen, the reality that the bloody and violent world was about to open the curtain made his emotions tense to the extreme, his scalp was a little numb, and his thumb kept rubbing the handle of the knife silently, no one knew that when the sound came into his ears, it was like a yellow bell Da Lu ringing, shocking his heart.

It is obvious that the other party's realm is higher than oneself.

The fear of waiting for the unknown danger made the atmosphere in the venue extremely depressing, and the sound of everyone's breathing and the sound of passing through the hall seemed to disappear.

Tart ......

A slow and orderly sound of stepping on the ground sounded, and a bearded man wearing a big red robe walked out of the darkness slowly, he looked at the fine lines of the long knife in the man's hand, and was silent for a long time and sighed: "My Heavenly Prison Division is a dead grave, since it is a tomb...... Naturally, the living people who came in didn't want to get out of here alive. ”

The cold wind is blowing.

The man looked at the bright red like blood, and his voice grew cold: "If I dig this grave three feet into the ground, then I will naturally be able to get out." ”

Bearded sighed.

He was taking pity on these dying people.

After all, this is the Tokyo city guarded by King Yan, and the big man wants to seize the trial documents or even assassinate all the people involved, whether it is for the sake of secrecy before or after the fact, the other party can't use the real subordinates, and can only choose the most loyal retainers or outlaws.

Since he is a retainer, the number of people naturally cannot be too much, but he knows very well that if the other party dares to make trouble tonight, he will definitely plan to the fullest, but judging from the fluctuations faintly emanating from these people, the cultivation realm is not very profound.

It should be warm.

After being silent for a while, he said seriously, "Then you can try it." ”

The sound still echoed in the quiet stone passage, and the core of the warm oil lamp on the cold wall suddenly folded back, as if it was about to break.

The wind suddenly rose, and two afterimages suddenly appeared, heading towards the center of the stone path.

Boom!

The beard and the man met, the red robe and the long knife had also met, and countless fierce winds whistled, dancing wildly around their bodies, stirring their clothes, making a snapping sound, as if there was a rainstorm, falling on the core of the oil lamp!

Countless energies shot out from the cracks in the rainstorm towards the two of them, making a sneering sound.

The stone slab under the feet of the two of them is made of even the hardest blue stone in the world. It was difficult to withstand such a terrible cut, accompanied by the sound of gravel shooting, and the tooth-aching sound, more than a dozen cracks appeared in the stone slab, like a spider web, quickly spreading around.

The wind is not restrained, and the air is difficult to calm down.

A burly man walked out slowly, and with a thunderous shout, a pale earth-colored light seeped into the night clothes on his body, shining and disappearing, as if a god occasionally glanced at the clouds.

His two arms, which were as thick as a big tree, suddenly rose and folded, and his body turned into a whistling stone projectile, slamming into the red-robed beard!

In the darkness, there was a slight sound of the trigger of a crossbow bolt being pulled.

Nine bolts of crossbow arrows shot through the wax oil that was still swirling in the air, and accurately hit the big man's body, but the burly man just waved his hand and brushed away the few crossbow arrows that were sneaking towards the front door, ignoring the crossbow arrows that hit the chest at all.

The big man's stone-like palm was shaken a little by the high-speed crossbow arrows, and the crossbow arrows on his chest were caught in his clothes, trembling twice like a long-legged insect that could not stand steadily, and then fell to the ground, and there were blood stains on the tip of the arrow, probably only slightly injured.

Dahan was forced to punch off by the nine crossbow arrows, and he couldn't help but look down at the ground, and there was no emotion in his voice: "The Lianyun crossbow made by the Divine Machine Gate is indeed unbreakable, but it's still a little worse to hurt me." ”

The light from the warm oil lamps flickered.

A figure fell from the dome, and a powerful aura flowed in his palm like a blood-colored stream, one moment it was still on the quiet and dark dome, and the next moment it came to the top of the burly man's head, and the sound of the friction between the palm and the air turned from a low hum at the beginning to a thunderous roar in the blink of an eye.

A palm is the wind and thunder.

Bang bang, the big man's thick arms suddenly rose up, and the pale earthy yellow light on his body was bright, opposite to the palm wind that attracted the wind and thunder.

There is a hidden sound of clouds and muffled thunder.

Obviously, even if he had such a violent and incredible power, he could not resist the light palm, which made him pay a great price, only to see that his face was flushed, sweat gushed out of the arrow holes on the night clothes, and his legs trembled slightly, as if there were signs of losing strength.

I don't know why, in the face of such a passive situation, the dozen or so indifferent nightcrawlers did not choose to attack to help, but watched vigilantly at the unknown darkness around them.

Dark as an abyss, cold as a cold hell.

I saw several big red robes slowly walking out of there.

The soul lock sneered like a serpent.

・・・・・・

At the entrance of the street not far from Yuhua Lane, a horse-drawn carriage was quietly parked on the side of the road, not knowing what was waiting for it.

The horses pulling the cart were short, and their coats were red, as thick as blood that could not be dissolved.

In the low carriage, an old man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, very relaxed.

Suddenly, the old man's gray head began to flow, like a silver stream, flowing between his modest robes, and his voice was full of teasing.

"If you want to stir up trouble in Yanjing, it's really a matter of course. ”

His eyes were looking east.

There is the direction of the Yuhua Palace.