Chapter: 966
"The A-level dungeon is second only to the S-level dungeon. Which A-level dungeon is not dangerous and not difficult? However, even the devil almost died in it, which is interesting. If Yuanshi Tianzun is folded in the dungeon, it will be more interesting. Tomorrow There will be big news."
"Don't be so short-sighted, Yuanshi Tianzun can't live, we can live? What should we do if we encounter this dungeon in the future? If we can't meet it, what about the future fellows? I hope Yuanshi Tianzun can come out alive and enrich the database of our Taiyi Sect. Alas, I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money at that time, Elder Sun is confused, when we recruited Yuanshi Tianzun, the top three in the group arena must be ours."
"Speaking of which, why is Yuan Ting gone?"
"It is said that he was thrown into the training camp again by Elder Sun. This time it is devil-level training."
"Pitiful."
The news quickly spread in the auditorium. Under Tai Yimen's embellished description, everyone knew that Yuanshi Tianzun had entered the copy of hell mode again.
"What, Tai Yimen said that Yuanshi Tianzun's copy is more difficult than S-level?"
"What, the demon king almost died in it, is this a dead copy?"
"What, the Demon Lord said it was a death copy?"
"What, the Demon Lord and Tai Yimen said that it is a must-death dungeon?"
Aphasia Village.
Zhang Yuanqing stood outside the courtyard gate, grabbed the old man's wrist to prevent him from escaping, and manipulated the corpse to respond:
"If you don't mind, I'll come in."
After the words fell, the old man suddenly struggled violently, his wrinkled face showed horror, and he shook his head vigorously.
The old man seems to be very afraid of Wang Xiaoer, he doesn't want me to go in? Zhang Yuanqing noticed this phenomenon, moved in his heart, and silently activated the "Spirit Devouring" skill, and a dark and viscous substance gushed out from the fundus of his eyes, filling his eye sockets.
All of a sudden, the stone house in front of him "burned" with smoke-like Yin Qi.
It seems that this is not a house, but a tomb where a thousand-year-old corpse is sleeping.
Wang Xiaoer's Yin Qi is so exaggerated? Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.
At this time, Wang Xiaoer in the room said hoarsely:
"Come on, why don't you come in, I'm so tired, I can't talk so far away."
The old man struggled more and more fiercely, and made an "ahhh" sound in his mouth, with a frightened expression on his face, as if he was trying to dissuade the young man from entering the house.
Zhang Yuanqing manipulated the Yin corpse, walked towards the stone house step by step, walked through the small yard, and came to two black half-rotten wooden doors.
The door didn't have a padlock, and it was also half-closed. Inside the door gap was a thick, dark darkness that didn't see light.
Dead Man No. 1 didn't have the vision to see through the dark, so Zhang Yuanqing couldn't see through the Infernal Corpse's vision to see what was inside.
If I don't have a Yin corpse, the best way to deal with it is to take out the burst pistol, stand up and output, and smash the two doors. Zhang Yuanqing controls the dead one, raises his hand, and gently pushes open the wooden door.
Faint light shone into the stone room. Behind the threshold was an outer hall with a square table and a black mass on it.
Zhang Yuanqing took control of No. 1 Dead Man, crossed the threshold, and entered the house.
He saw more clearly, and saw thin hemp ropes hanging from the beams of the house, and each hemp rope was tied with a tongue, like hanging bacon.
And at this moment, the black thing on the table turned around.
It turned out that it was a human head with disheveled hair, and its hair was covered with dirt. It turned its face around, its bloodshot eyes were wide open, black sticky blood was flowing from its mouth, and there was a sound of thick phlegm in its throat. muttered: JrNovels.com
"Don't be so short-sighted, Yuanshi Tianzun can't live, we can live? What should we do if we encounter this dungeon in the future? If we can't meet it, what about the future fellows? I hope Yuanshi Tianzun can come out alive and enrich the database of our Taiyi Sect. Alas, I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money at that time, Elder Sun is confused, when we recruited Yuanshi Tianzun, the top three in the group arena must be ours."
"Speaking of which, why is Yuan Ting gone?"
"It is said that he was thrown into the training camp again by Elder Sun. This time it is devil-level training."
"Pitiful."
The news quickly spread in the auditorium. Under Tai Yimen's embellished description, everyone knew that Yuanshi Tianzun had entered the copy of hell mode again.
"What, Tai Yimen said that Yuanshi Tianzun's copy is more difficult than S-level?"
"What, the demon king almost died in it, is this a dead copy?"
"What, the Demon Lord said it was a death copy?"
"What, the Demon Lord and Tai Yimen said that it is a must-death dungeon?"
Aphasia Village.
Zhang Yuanqing stood outside the courtyard gate, grabbed the old man's wrist to prevent him from escaping, and manipulated the corpse to respond:
"If you don't mind, I'll come in."
After the words fell, the old man suddenly struggled violently, his wrinkled face showed horror, and he shook his head vigorously.
The old man seems to be very afraid of Wang Xiaoer, he doesn't want me to go in? Zhang Yuanqing noticed this phenomenon, moved in his heart, and silently activated the "Spirit Devouring" skill, and a dark and viscous substance gushed out from the fundus of his eyes, filling his eye sockets.
All of a sudden, the stone house in front of him "burned" with smoke-like Yin Qi.
It seems that this is not a house, but a tomb where a thousand-year-old corpse is sleeping.
Wang Xiaoer's Yin Qi is so exaggerated? Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.
At this time, Wang Xiaoer in the room said hoarsely:
"Come on, why don't you come in, I'm so tired, I can't talk so far away."
The old man struggled more and more fiercely, and made an "ahhh" sound in his mouth, with a frightened expression on his face, as if he was trying to dissuade the young man from entering the house.
Zhang Yuanqing manipulated the Yin corpse, walked towards the stone house step by step, walked through the small yard, and came to two black half-rotten wooden doors.
The door didn't have a padlock, and it was also half-closed. Inside the door gap was a thick, dark darkness that didn't see light.
Dead Man No. 1 didn't have the vision to see through the dark, so Zhang Yuanqing couldn't see through the Infernal Corpse's vision to see what was inside.
If I don't have a Yin corpse, the best way to deal with it is to take out the burst pistol, stand up and output, and smash the two doors. Zhang Yuanqing controls the dead one, raises his hand, and gently pushes open the wooden door.
Faint light shone into the stone room. Behind the threshold was an outer hall with a square table and a black mass on it.
Zhang Yuanqing took control of No. 1 Dead Man, crossed the threshold, and entered the house.
He saw more clearly, and saw thin hemp ropes hanging from the beams of the house, and each hemp rope was tied with a tongue, like hanging bacon.
And at this moment, the black thing on the table turned around.
It turned out that it was a human head with disheveled hair, and its hair was covered with dirt. It turned its face around, its bloodshot eyes were wide open, black sticky blood was flowing from its mouth, and there was a sound of thick phlegm in its throat. muttered: JrNovels.com
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