The sound of the flute reveals the sadness of the years and the end of the hero.
The flute sobs.
Weeping and complaining.
There is so much sadness and anger.
That was not the power of rules, but the sorrow that resounded throughout the world.
That's a funeral song.
In silent mourning for the Lord of Ten Thousand Ghosts Tomb.
It does not contain the power of rules, but it seems to possess infinite magic power, causing all the gods present to fall silent.
Buzz.
Buzzing.
…
The Ten Thousand Ghosts Mausoleum seems to be sensing something. On the majestic ancient monument, there are ancient patterns of light. Powerful pressures are sweeping out like waves, causing those gods who want to get close to the Ten Thousand Ghosts Mausoleum to
I felt a sudden increase in pressure.
Just the next moment.
The earth trembled and the ancient monuments shook.
Just when the gods were a little panicked, a platform of ten thousand ghosts appeared again under the ancient monument!
The Ten Thousand Ghost Platform seemed to have appeared specifically for the owner of the flute sound, because the moment the platform appeared, a beam of light appeared, instantly breaking through the pressure of the ancient monument, and a corridor appeared to welcome the owner of the flute sound.
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However……
The wailing of the flute in the void was even more sad and vicissitudes of life than before, and every beating sound was filled with the cry of blood and bones.
But the owner of the flute did not appear and stepped onto the corridor leading to the Wangui Terrace.
Suddenly, a black light appeared and headed towards the corridor.
boom!
Before the gods could react, the entrance to the corridor suddenly exploded, sending out a terrible vibration. It was not the corridor that exploded, but the god who was the body of the black light.
That is a four realm god.
It exploded instantly, and there was no possibility of struggle.
For a moment, the gods changed their expressions one after another. At the same time, they also suppressed the thoughts that were about to move...
That corridor only belongs to the owner of the flute. The other gods entered it, probably just like the four realm gods.
However, the owner of the flute sound appeared in the corridor for a long time.
After a moment, a white light came.
That was the appearance of a god, and it was a god from the Blazing God Clan. His wings covered the sky behind him, and he was filled with a holy aura, which made people's hearts rise and look up to him.
Lin Huang frowned slightly and looked at Qin Changsheng.
"It seems that the Chitian Divine Clan does not believe in evil, and relying on its origin and strength in the Seventh Realm, it wants to challenge the power of Wangui Mausoleum!"
Qin Changsheng spoke with a cold snort, but it seemed that he did not take the Seventh Realm of the Blazing God Clan into his eyes.
Although the Seven Realms were arrogant, they seemed to be a little cautious. They lingered in front of the corridor and did not rush to enter. It was not until dozens of breaths later that he raised his hand and put a living puppet into the corridor.
The puppet walked cautiously in the colorful corridor, but after a few breaths, there was a clicking sound in its body, as if it could not bear the pressure of the corridor.
However, this made the Seventh Realm God look more confident.
Immediately afterwards, he extended an arm into the corridor, and when he turned his palm, he felt the pressure brought by the corridor.
The void is silent.
It seems that all the gods are waiting for the result, speculating on whether this strong man from the Blazing God Clan can succeed.
The next moment, the Seventh Realm God took a deep breath, and a silver-white armor appeared around him, flowing with a holy aura, and seemed to have the defense to purify all the power in the world.
Immediately afterwards, the gods of the seven realms stepped into the corridor fully armed.
All around the corridor, colorful lights flow, exuding a mysterious atmosphere. The gods in the darkness can clearly see the seven realms walking in the corridor.
And there seems to be no pressure.
In just a short time, half of the corridor was covered.
Lin Huang frowned slightly... It seemed that this god from the Blazing God Clan really had some skills.
Qin Changsheng is still the bottleneck.
The figure of the god continued in the foreground, and in the blink of an eye, only one-third of the distance was left, and he seemed to be walking without much effort. It was promising to set foot on the Wangui Terrace.
A smile suddenly appeared on Qin Changsheng's face...
The next moment, a red light appeared from the void and headed directly towards the corridor.
Immediately afterwards, a black light also flew into the corridor.
Two rays of light, one red and one black, were two powerful gods, quickly approaching the seven-level gods of the Chitian God Clan in the corridor.
In just a few breaths, the three gods started fighting.
Lin Huang's brows suddenly relaxed, and his heart suddenly became brighter...
There is no need to take action in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Tomb. This group of gods who covet the inheritance will fight each other just to have the qualifications to step onto the Thousand Ghosts Tomb.
This looks very much like a conspiracy.
"Why do I feel like this Wan Guiling is not a good person!"
Lin Huang opened his mouth.
"Who said Wan Guiling is a good person?"
Qin Changsheng turned around and smiled.
Lin Huang shook his head. What he originally wanted to express was how he felt that Wan Guiling had consciousness and was playing with these gods.
But he didn't ask, thinking that Qin Changsheng wouldn't tell him the answer.
"Today, there is another big show here!"
Qin Changsheng said, "General gods cannot enter. The gods who can enter represent all major races. They will not retreat easily after participating in the war!"
Lin Huang shook his head and smiled, "That Dan Yueling seems to be very capable of causing trouble!"
"Who knows!"
Qin Changsheng spread his hands.
There were endless battles in the corridor. What was frightening was that the corridor, which looked as thin as a cicada's wings, was intact in the regular battle between the three gods of the seven realms.
It fluctuates like bubbles, but there are no cracks at all.
"Smart people have begun to realize the power of the corridor!"
Qin Changsheng said.
Lin Huang shook his head, "Such a defense is really terrifying, but this is the power that belongs to the realm of the God King!"
A quarter of an hour later, the three gods decided the winner... In the end, it was the Seventh Realm of the Blazing God Clan who was superior in skill and killed the other two strong ones at the cost of breaking five pairs of wings.
His white clothes were stained with blood, his wings were broken, and he looked extremely damaged in battle, but his holy aura remained intact, giving him a strange aura.
He walked towards the Ten Thousand Ghosts Platform again.
However, before taking three steps, another seven-level god appeared at the entrance of the corridor.
The god of the Blazing Heaven Clan frowned. Even though he was among the best in the Seven Realms, he also understood at this moment that the moment he stepped into the corridor, it meant that he would face the targets of all the Seven Realms.
Thinking of this, Chitian Mysterious smiled relaxedly. He dragged his silver spear and walked out of the corridor, no longer coveting the Tomb of Ten Thousand Ghosts.
After walking out of the corridor, the gods of the Chitian God Clan also made a gesture of invitation to the gods in the corridor...
At this time, the Seventh Realm man was immediately embarrassed.
He has seen all the situations in the Seven Realms of Blazing Sky, and now the latter has stepped out. If he had walked in, he would have faced the same situation!
He looked at the Wangui Terrace at the end of the corridor, his face full of confusion.
An inheritance was right in front of him, but he felt like it was difficult to move forward...