"Palace...Palace Master, they...did they abandon us and leave the realm of dream marks?" Some of the elders nearby were so frightened that they were about to cry.
Ling Yao's expression was also very frightened and beyond words.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, and those flying swords seemed to have stopped attacking.
When Ling Yao was desperate, he thought they were safe again: "Wait a minute... Look, it seems they have stopped attacking."
However, his smile froze in the next second.
"Click, click!"
There was a rustling sound behind them.
The surrounding land actually cracked at this moment.
Ling Yao's eyes narrowed in horror, and then he turned around and saw that the entire Sword Tomb was cracked. As the cracks in the ground became larger and larger, he looked at the ground from where it was in the ground, starting to move upwards. Climbing something.
With that said, Ling Yao took the lead in lifting the long sword in his hand and rushed forward.
"Don't worry, sir, we will never act on our own." Yan Dong was the first to speak up.
"Palace...Master, I...what should we do now?" The others looked at this scene and could not stop the sound of fear.
But there is only one choice before us at this time, and that is: "Go! Kill them all."
Seeing his crazy movements, many of his subordinates hesitated for a while and then rushed forward as if they had been beaten to death.
Everyone felt horrified, because some skeletal hands stretched out from inside, followed by a skeleton human figure. The first time they got up, they grabbed the long sword from the sword tomb on the ground.
How could Ling Yao think that he was just moving a sword, and it ended up like this?
"Quick...quick...quick...quick...run away, Palace Master, run away!" Finally, everyone in the Fire Temple reacted and began to run for their lives in a collective frenzy.
Otherwise, there is only death.
But in the end, they discovered that this was simply a death formation, because thanks to the skeletons, they were not dead at all, and they could still recover after being scattered. However, there were fewer and fewer of them, and there was a river of blood.
How could Ling Yao not be afraid? Everyone is afraid of death.
If he had known it earlier, I might not even have touched that sword until my death.
"That...that's..."
Apart from the life-and-death fight and bloodshed here, Baili Wenrou had already passed through Chenshi's formation gate, and then passed through Shenshi's formation gate, then his eyes fell on the thick fog ahead and said: "If my calculations are not wrong, If so, the formation eye of the twelve o'clock formation will be nearby, and the exit will be in the three times of Chou Shi, Yin Shi, and Mao Shi. Of course, before that, you are not allowed to touch anything inside. Because this formation Eyes will change in real time. Then it will only waste more time, and I'm afraid it will be really difficult to get out."
Who knew that when they turned around, the same large group of skeletons were coming toward them with swords in hand.
There is still a glimmer of hope.
Thinking about the trouble caused by the Fire Temple just now, and the scene of being thrown directly into that chaotic and dangerous place, everyone still vividly remembered it, wondering whether Ling Yao was dead or alive now.
But no matter what the outcome is, it is all his own fault and no one else is to blame.
Baili Wenrou only reminded them once that if they insisted on destroying themselves, she would not care about them.
Fortunately, we have learned from the past and everyone is calm this time.