"Toxic!" The exclamation came out, and the monks retreated one after another.

"Get out of the way!" Xia Liang let out a low voice, and slashed forward with his knife. A blade glow blasted out, destroying the last barrier in front of him. The gravel scattered and the passage was completely opened up, but more poisonous fog As the air flow surged out, a group of monks who came to investigate the situation were forced to retreat back and forth, looking embarrassed.

In the end, the monks had no choice but to muster their spiritual power and blow back the poisonous mist that had diffused out.

Gradually, some scenes in the depths of the mine came into everyone's field of vision.

As far as the eyes could see, everyone changed color in horror.

In the depths of the mine, corpses were lying here and there, and the blood flowed all over the ground, converging into streams, and the ground was stained red with blood.

"That's... Senior Brother Song Zhui!" Someone saw Song Zhuiyi's figure on the cave wall and said in a trembling voice.

This person had seen Song Zhui outside Huitian Valley before, and after not many days, he recognized him at a glance.

It's just that the high-spirited ninth-level strongman outside Huitian Valley is lying there like a ball of mud at the moment, his eyes are wide open, and he looks like he is dying. Even the look on his face still shows fear and unwillingness. , as if hearing something that frightened him before dying.

Song Zhui died, and more people died not far from him, and the mine was even more quiet.

Everyone felt cold all over their bodies, and an uncontrollable thought came to their minds.

Someone shouted tremblingly, "Is there anyone else inside?"

Only voices echoed, and there was no response.

There was the sound of swallowing saliva, and it was extremely difficult.

"I'll go in and have a look." Xia Liang felt that the situation inside was not right, but he heard that two thousand people from Wanmo Ridge entered the mine, so it's impossible for them all to die, right?

"Be careful!" Tan Sheng exhorted.

Xia Liang nodded, mobilized his spiritual power to protect his body, swallowed another antidote pill, and then rushed inward.

But after only a dozen or so breaths of effort, he rushed out from the inside, with an extremely solemn expression, and a layer of faint green was added to his face.

"How's the situation?" Tan Sheng asked.

Xia Liang shook his head: "They are all dead!"

Even though he had guessed something, when Xia Liang said this, Tan Sheng still couldn't believe it: "All... dead?"

That's two thousand people! Not two thousand pigs, how could they all die?

He suddenly thought of another thing: "Lu Yiye is also dead?"

"I don't know." Xia Liang shook his head.

Although the poisonous mist in the mine is gradually becoming thinner, it is not yet time for anyone to stay. Even if Xia Liang is a ninth-layer, he can't stay in it for too long. With a quick glance, the scene in sight is like purgatory!

Although he didn't check carefully, he can be sure that all the monks from Wanmo Ridge who entered the mine before are all dead!

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine what it would be like if more than 2,000 people died in a mine.

And there are still two thousand monks in the Cloud River Realm, many of whom are strong in the eighth or ninth layer.

It has been a long time since such a big event happened on the Yunhe battlefield, so even though only the monks on the Wanmo Ridge knew about the news at first, in just half a day, the entire Yunhe battlefield was well known.

The Yunhe battlefield shook. JrNovels.com