At this time, a white bone slowly poked out from the dark fog, the picture was very weird, very terrifying, there was a huge black shadow behind the white bone, exuding infinite power.

The fog gradually parted, and the white bones moved forward, and then two more white bones appeared below, these two white bones had no joints, they were smooth and sharp, and they looked like two guns.

It turned out that the thick white bone that appeared at the beginning was not a whip at all, but an extremely long nose, with thick flesh and blood on it, and only the white bones remained.

Only an elephant's trunk would be so long, and the two sharp white bones below were ivory, Yang Zhao looked at the huge figure in the dim fog, and slowly clenched the hilt of the knife in his hand.

A giant elephant appeared in the thick fog, dozens of feet tall, as huge as a mountain, and everyone seemed very small compared to it, even those East China Sea monster beasts were shocked by this giant elephant, and the flesh and blood on the elephant's body had long been eroded, leaving only Senbai's bones.

The bone elephant walked slowly towards the corridor, and the proboscis composed of countless fragments of white bones had a string of nose rings rolled at the front, which looked extremely comical.

As the huge bone elephant walked, those monsters were also ready to move, and a demonic breath full of majesty and ghostly meaning also pressed down on everyone, but Yang Zhao's body became a little stiff, but he thought in his heart, the elephant trunk should have no bones.

This is the world inside the Tower of Babel, which has become a netherworld hellish space, the elephant's trunk must have bones, and the demonic thoughts just refuse to disperse, where can he reason with it?

If you can't be reasonable, then you can only fight, but looking at the black mist sitting on the back of the bone elephant, I feel the powerful demonic thoughts emanating from the other party's body. Where did Yang Zhao dare to do it casually.

Although those monsters seem to have low IQ and very small skills, but with the command of the giant elephant, where will they let go of the people who fled into the corridor, you must know that if everyone is chased by those monsters, it will be an excellent nourishment for the black mist.

There are still countless monsters in the main hall chasing the footsteps of everyone, wanting to devour everyone, everyone looks at each other, since they can't fight, they can only escape.

The crowd rushed towards the front of the hallway. I don't know how long it took to run. But I still couldn't see the end of the corridor, and it was still dark ahead.

In the direction of the main hall, the terrible magic sound and the happy laughter of those monsters suddenly stopped, and everyone sat down on the blue bricks all over the ground with a snap. Especially Yang Zhao held the wetland with both hands and kept vomiting blood. His face turned sharply pale in agony.

Where are those demonic thoughts so easy to kill? It was only at this time that he realized that his body was extremely injured, as if he had been on the battlefield after a bloody battle. There were wounds everywhere, bleeding everywhere, and it became very difficult to find a good bone, and as for the consciousness in the sea, it was even more chaotic.

Yang Zhao turned around with difficulty, sat down against the stone walls on both sides of the corridor, and gasped hard, Tang Wen saw this scene, and hurriedly asked him: "How is it? I felt a little unreliable just now, and you were too fierce when you rushed up." ”

"If I hadn't rushed up, we'd all die here. Yang Zhao thought about the bloody battle with those monsters before, thinking that those black mist were eroding his body, blinking his eyes, and seemed to be a little helpless, so he said: "Because of this, I have to rush forward." ”

"Is there anything wrong with you?" Yang Zhao turned his head and asked the others again.

Tang Wen didn't speak, but Nan Ming and Zhang Chong shook their heads and smiled: "Dao demons, Buddhas and demons are all here, but it is difficult to break the body of that demonic thought, if it weren't for you, we would have been swallowed by the black mist, this bit of mental injury is much worse than this!"

Su Nian, Qianye and the others seemed to be a little tired, and they also shook their heads, Yang Zhao was naturally bored, he leaned against the wall and touched Xiaobai's head boredly, and he was also secretly recovering his strength.

After a while, everyone stood up and was about to leave to continue moving forward, but suddenly saw many black lights faintly appearing in the corridor behind them, and then a magic sound gradually sounded.

Each layer of black light was a demonic thought, and it had been facing them and being injured by them, and the number of demonic thoughts in this corridor was naturally far greater than what everyone saw.

The darkness is getting brighter, and the stone walls on both sides of the corridor are also lit up with crystal fires hanging during the period, the corridor is getting brighter, and the magic sound is getting stronger, but it is only for a moment, but it is still swallowed by the layers of black mist, for a while, I don't know how many magic thoughts, came to the corridor, and looked at everyone silently.

Yang Zhao's expression became solemn, with his eyesight, he couldn't even count how many monsters there were, and what shocked him even more was that those monsters actually began to pierce into the wall.

Hundreds, thousands, or even more monsters, bypassed the corridor and silently walked into the bluestone wall, black and oppressive, as if the entire wall had been swallowed by the demonic thought.

The number of monsters in the depths of the corridor was even greater, and they sensed their companions to drill into the wall, but they seemed to be controlled by the coercion of the giant elephant and could only keep moving forward, but after a little hesitation, they finally did not suppress their instinctive love for darkness, and their greed for those dark breaths all poured up towards the wall.

The corridor illuminated by the crystal fire turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the peaceful corridor suddenly became extremely crowded, some lowly monsters were directly trampled under the feet of their companions, and then turned into food for their companions, and those monsters with high cultivation walked around the giant elephant, but at a glance, ten or even hundreds or even more were constantly moving forward, and then kept devouring, and the scene looked extremely terrifying.

What is puzzling is that in the whole process, none of the monsters made a sound, they walked forward silently, silently trampled under the feet of the latecomers, silently devoured by the latecomers, and silently turned into countless fragments of black light and were absorbed by the black fog, even the giant elephant that obviously had an extremely suppressive control of those monsters and the black fog sitting on the giant elephant were no longer suppressed, as if they were letting those monsters deliberately send them to death.

And the same is true of the dozens of demons with profound demons around the giant elephant, if they use means, not to mention self-preservation, they can completely save the monsters who are sinking into hell next to them, but they don't do anything, just empty eyes, silently walking towards the depths of the corridor.

Countless monsters were driven by the black fog and giant elephants, walked into Haohan's gloomy corridor, ran in the corridor, densely crowded together, from time to time monsters were trampled under their feet, dragged away by their companions, and torn into pieces by their companions' white claws.

Looking at this shocking and speechless scene, everyone no longer felt like the army was chasing, and Yang Zhao felt that this was like the scene of countless bison being devoured by crocodiles when crossing the river on the prairie.

However, the bison in that picture is devoured by a crocodile, and this kind of picture is devoured by its own kind, the two pictures are not the same!

Why? Why are these monsters so silent, so calmly dying? Yang Zhao even saw a monster being devoured by his companions in the black fog, and the expression on his face was still so resolute.

At this moment, the earth suddenly shook, Yang Zhao Huoran looked back, looked at the place where the shaking started, and saw that the distant corridor suddenly became extremely bright, and there was a supreme demonic power rising from there.

A thousand black-blue lights instantly came to the corridor, illuminating all the life on the corridor and the walls.

The light fell, coating Yang Zhao's clothes with a layer of black light, he felt an extremely powerful coercion, and also felt the weakness of everyone at this time, and quickly sacrificed the five-color flag and the treasure mirror.

The black light also fell on the bodies of those monsters, in the corridor and on the walls, countless monsters raised their heads, looked at the black light stupidly, and the hands that were tearing their companions also stopped moving, wanting to look at the black light, but they were a little timid, and those black lights gradually turned into extremely fine points of light.

Dense points of light, like fireflies, floated in the crowded corridor, falling on those monsters who were still alive, the breath of those monsters suddenly improved, and the expression on their faces became more resolute, looking towards the beginning of the black light behind them, and then kept walking towards the depths of the corridor.

"Ten Thousand Demons Dynasty Sect?" Yang Zhao said to himself, "Or is it Ten Thousand Demons going to die?"

Whether it was the Ten Thousand Demons Dynasty Sect or the Ten Thousand Demons dying, Yang Zhao didn't know why these monsters did this, and he didn't understand that the monsters were devoured by his companions, but he didn't care what the truth was, but he knew that these monsters had become stronger and more terrifying, and even the giant elephant had become even bigger.

What else is there to think about at this time? The magic light outside the corridor gradually faded, and countless layers of black mist and the monsters in between them would also come to everyone, Yang Zhao glanced at everyone, turned around and began to run wildly.

Running all the way, I don't know how much time has passed.

Yang Zhao himself didn't know how long and how far they had run in this endless corridor, and everyone only knew to run desperately, throwing the monsters behind them as far away as possible.

In the running journey, it is still in the corridor, and everyone does not know when they will be able to run out of the corridor when they run like this, but they only know that they are heading towards the distant depths of the corridor.

Since I don't know when, everyone can no longer hear the magic sound and whistling behind them, and occasionally when they turn back, they can't see the black light in the corridor, but people know that those monsters will never stop, as long as they stop or slow down, then they will always be chased by the other party, those monsters belong to turtles.

But this corridor is still very long, and everyone runs wildly for an unknown amount of time, and there is no end in sight, but fortunately people do not need to discern the direction, and they do not need to worry about running back to the same place, because in the belief of everyone, the end of this corridor is ahead.

Just because the light is getting clearer and clearer, it means that the end is getting closer and closer, and the interesting thing is that everyone feels the light and their minds begin to become comfortable.

Although I felt comfortable, my mood was not relaxed, and everyone talked less and less during the run, and remained silent for a long time during the running, some people came out of this Babel Tower because they could get treasures, some people were because they didn't need to gamble their lives, or they were afraid of death, and Yang Zhao was in a heavy mood, he seemed to be thinking about something. (To be continued......)