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Chapter 254 Terracotta Warriors

"Wait a minute! I don't care. Is this a place of inheritance? Or a place of divine burial? You have been in it for a long time. If there is a way to believe in becoming a god, there is a great possibility that it is in your body. Now,

You want to escape? You’re kidding!”

The sound of killing by armed men and horses arose, and the illusion that enveloped the surroundings had completely disappeared.

No matter whether it was Mo Nan, the eleventh elder of the professional association, or the only thin man left in the Long family, they all woke up.

Looking at the cold scenes around them, they couldn't help but feel frightened.

The illusion that unknowingly attracted them has become their nightmare.

But when Pang Xuan escaped, they immediately forgot about the so-called crisis. Their hearts were once again shrouded in greed, and they rushed forward one after another, blocking Pang Xuan's only path.

"You are a bunch of idiots, please get out of the way. If you want to die, don't drag me to be buried with you!"

Pang Xuan's expression could not be concealed, and his tone became irritable: "This is the burial place of the gods. The followers of the gods have turned into terracotta warriors and horses to protect this place for life. Now, they have noticed the intruders. Countless terracotta warriors and horses have already arrived.

Wake up. Do you think you can resist those terracotta warriors and horses that are dozens of times more terrifying than the ghost generals in the nine-story demon tower?"

Just let him talk about everything, but he can't let the people who are filled with greed get out of the way.

At this moment, there was a roar, and there seemed to be a mysterious thing pressing down crazily from the sky, making the air around him become heavy.

Click, click, click!

A heavy sound sounded, and the portal leading here suddenly began to fall off. A terrifying formation began to ripple around from the falling portal.

No matter how stupid Mo Nan and others were, they knew something was really wrong.

One of the warriors from the professional association was frightened by the sudden change. Thinking of the illusion just now, his scalp was numb and his hair stood on end. He desperately headed towards the gradually falling portal.

Everyone was also alarmed by his actions and followed him one after another.

Suddenly, everyone's footsteps suddenly stopped, and the expressions on their faces became horrified.

It turned out that the first alchemist who ran towards the falling stone gate, the moment his body came into contact with the mysterious formation of the stone gate, his flesh and blood body suddenly became illusory, like sand in the wind, slowly drifting around, and finally completely

Turn into ashes and disappear into smoke.

From the beginning to the end, the alchemist seemed not to notice that something unexpected had happened, and at the last moment of his life, he still maintained that running movement.

This incredible scene was simply more cruel than killing them directly.

"It's over! I didn't expect that my generation of fortune master Pang Xuan, who is known as the number one fortune master in the history of the world, would be buried in a god's tomb."

Pang Xuan still cared about his image, so he just lay on the ground and made fun of him.

At this moment, a rolling tide, surging, like a waterfall of black clouds, mixed with a strong smell of blood, spread from the depths of the palace.

The cold roars seemed to come from eons ago.

"What is that?"

Some people were trembling, speaking intermittently, and their calves were shaking constantly. It was obvious that they were extremely frightened.

In fact, everyone was horrified when they saw this scene.

I saw groups of terracotta warriors and horses wearing armor, driving bronze chariots running towards them.

As they continued to get closer, their bodies seemed to begin to change.

The originally stiff body turned out to be like real flesh and blood. This was the transformation of terracotta warriors and horses into real warriors.

Although there has not yet been a real battle, everyone is very clear that the terracotta warriors and horses in front of them are the real terror. Compared with these terracotta warriors and horses, the previous nine-story tower guardians are like rubbish that no one wants.

Whoosh whoosh!

These terracotta warriors and horses seemed to be extremely good at legionary combat. Even without any orders, they were able to achieve complete consistent movements and throw the spears in their hands into the void.

Suddenly, spears rained down.

On these locust-like spears, a faint layer of flame can be seen lingering.

This is the netherworld flame.

It is best at corroding the physical body of warriors and contaminating martial souls. Even the soul condensed by legendary strongmen will be burned when encountering the flames of the netherworld.

Seeing this scene, Qin Feng just raised his hand, and a pill furnace exuding a terrifying light appeared.

Boom!

The alchemy furnace rotated nine times, like blowing air, swelling to the height of a person.

Without saying a word, Qin Feng grabbed Xiao Binning beside him and jumped into the God Refining Cauldron.

Almost at the same time, a large number of spears attached with netherworld flames came overwhelmingly.

Because some of the alchemists were killed by the Dragon Chief just now, the formation they controlled was no longer perfect. They could not resist the attacking spears.

In the blink of an eye, three more alchemists from professional associations were shot dead and nailed to the ground.

The compass in Pang Xuan's hand suddenly emitted layers of glow, condensing into a mysterious Eight Diagrams in the void.

All the ghost spears disappeared without a trace the moment they came closer.

The thin warrior of the Long family lost all his weapons and could only rely on the violent burst of blood essence to fight with the spears of the terracotta warriors and horses.

Fortunately, everyone discovered that all the terracotta warriors and horses could not escape the mysterious rules that shrouded the space of the ancient temple. They could only burst out the peak fighting power of heaven and humans. Otherwise, just this wave of attacks would be enough for them to withstand.

During the battle, they naturally heard the clanging sound of gold and iron intertwining.

When their eyes fell on the tall alchemy furnace, they couldn't help but widen their eyes with incredulous expressions.

Regarding this alchemy furnace, Pang Xuan may not know the mystery of it.

Everyone knew that Qin Feng, the pill furnace, had deceived him from Mo Nan. They didn't expect it to have such a wonderful effect.

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes turned to Mo Nan, who was as embarrassed as a dog.

Even the warriors from the professional association had some inexplicable emotions flashing in their eyes.

Mo Nan knew very well that if it weren't for his noble status, these alchemists of the Yu Dynasty would have laughed crazily.

"Damn it! You ruthless knife, you despicable and shameless little thief, please pray that you never let me find a chance. Otherwise, I will make you pay back a thousand times for today's humiliation!"

Mo Nan's whole body burst out with terrifying blood energy, like a surging river, stirring the world. From here, Mo Nan was obviously furious.

Suddenly, a bit of madness flashed across his face: "It seems that there is only about half an hour left at most, and the taboo power of the Luangu Temple will disappear over us. By then, I will ravage you severely.

Ichiban.”

Mo Nan's words were deliberately louder. The only purpose was to let the ruthless knife in the alchemy furnace hear them and mentally oppress the other party. (To be continued)


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