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The tunnel is dark, wet and winding.
There may be a water vein nearby, and mud is constantly dripping.
Wang Xuan’s imperial stroke is very fast, and several golden lights fly from behind, but it is the shining golden god who will turn the golden pill into gold.
Wang Xuan put it away without looking. At the same time, Candle dragon could see a group of blue mist wrapped in several figures in front of him and fled in panic.
It’s not easy for the fat Taoist in southern Jin Dynasty who is proficient in daoist magic to hold a bronze symbol, so he can bring so many people to perform escape at the same time.
A few people fleeing in front are also scared to cold sweat. They can feel the dangers behind them, such as the bones and maggots.
The fat Taoist’s scalp is numb and he throws a few runes at random.
Boom!
A series of roaring accompanied by flashing fire suddenly collapsed behind the tunnel.
However, before they were happy, the painting halberd turned into a golden light and broke ground with Wang Xuan.
No, the old monk gritted his teeth, and the fat Taoist cast evasive skills. There are clouds of flesh and blood crawling in the broken wall wound, and obviously he has also practiced the secret method of the traditional emperor.
He looks gloomy, says nothing, pays attention and is fat.
The demon monk’s mind is cunning, knowing that the other party is likely to throw himself, he will first sell the two Nanjin people in exchange for his escape machine.
However, to his surprise, the fat road flyover didn’t seem to have the idea to cast an escape technique with several people fleeing.
Suddenly the eyes are wide
Without saying a word, the fat Taoist jumped into the mud and kept kowtowing, "Princess help! Princess help!"
No, the old monk looked up when he was surprised.
This is a cave, dark, dark and foggy, and I can’t see anything clearly. Even Lingjue seems to be perceived by something.
Whoosh
A flash of golden light flashed across Wang Xuan and fell into the cave.
However, he ignored several people in front but stared at the front with dignified eyes.
Knock, knock, knock …
A series of drums sounded from the inaudible to the deafening, making people feel chest tightness and dizzy.
It was Ah Fu who heard the ghost town monster …
Chapter three hundred and ninety-three The old ghost princess pulse quotations.
Knock, knock, knock … The drums are getting more and more urgent.
The thick black fog in the cave seems to boil and surge wildly, and the water on the ground clicks into ice.
"My Lord!"
Xiao Zhongmou three people also rushed to look at the front with a full face of shock and casually felt bored to vomit and blood surge.
Alfred, who has the most sensitive hearing, whimpered and stepped back quickly.
The assassin in the southern Jin Dynasty ahead is not old and the monk feels bad, but he still grits his teeth and insists on kneeling.
"Go out first with Ah Fu!"
Wang Xuan also don’t back to sink.
Xiao Zhongmou and others, though reluctant, led Ah Fu out of the cave quickly.
Wang Xuan stared at the halberd in front of him. Although he was dressed in a black robe and purple gold crown, it seemed that there were a lot of troops behind him, and the momentum went up.
Boom a whole body burst into golden flames.
At the same time, he was running Candle dragon, seeing that there was a large army of armor in front of him in the dark fog, and the decadent rage almost condensed into essence.
Cross-border yin soldiers!
According to the "Big Swallow Search Mountain Map", soldiers died in battle, and the spirit of the soul was immortal, and they fought against the sky. According to the fact that they were able to unite the army array and patrol the four sides during their lifetime, they crossed the border.
The degree of danger increases according to the power of the remnant soul army array.
Several ancient battlefields in Wang Xuan have been encountered, but this is different. Not only are all the Yin soldiers like an army array composed of essence, but they are also not chaotic at all.
Like an army, the horror rises and gathers in the rear, and you can vaguely see a big picture.
There is also a snare drum floating in the rear, which is roaring with the pouring of Yin evil spirit.
How can there be such a thing on the ground?
Wang Xuan’s brow was dignified, but then his mind flashed.
Feng Yi remembered Qiu Shiyuan’s words, which was too big for the thief to bear …
