"Keep up!"


    The fire in Qinglin''s eyes flashed!


    Lin Fan and qingluan passed through the dark light that seemed to cut people''s souls without damage and successfully entered the stone gate.


    This represents the seemingly frightening light. There is no crisis at all, so he can''t wait. After saying hello, he quickly steps into the air to cross the light, enter the stone gate and compete for fortune.


    Others were also excited. They all flew into the air and rushed to the dark light. The goal was very clear, that was the stone gate in the light.


    Joo!


    Joo!


    The sound of breaking the air can''t wait. People can''t wait. They have a burning meaning in their eyes. They can already see the opportunity behind the stone gate. There are halos, halos, books and soldiers floating, like the most attractive poison.


    "Ah..."


    Qinglin suddenly screamed. He rushed the fastest, so he was robbed first. A cloud of thunder broke out at his feet, golden.


    The sharpest spears of Lei Guangsi attacked him at the moment he stepped on his feet, pierced the soles of his feet, and he jumped and roared.


    "Lin fan! I will kill you!"


    Others may not know, but he has fought with Lin Fan more than once. From the thunder, he feels a ray of familiar Qi, which belongs to Lin fan.


    The others changed color, but just paid more attention to their feet. They didn''t listen to their footsteps and continued to rush forward.


    Just as they were about to rush into the stone gate, two figures fled out in confusion. Lin Fan was full of vegetables, as if he had met some of the most terrible things, and a green claw was still holding on his back.


    "Be careful, everyone. There are infinite soldiers behind the door. There is a lot of ghost spirit. They kill machines and plunder nine heaven."


    Lin Fan was so angry that he was unlucky. As soon as he entered with qingluan, he was attacked and killed by a soldier like a fierce ghost, and almost suffered.


    "Lin fan! You die!"


    Qinglin is lame with one foot, but he moves quickly. He just kills Lin Fan in the blink of an eye. He puts out his big hand and his soul power rotates like a dragon scroll. This is a dragon scroll in the palm. Its lethality is too strong.


    "Bang!"


    But as soon as he did it, he was slapped and flew out by the soul refining strong man of Jiuhuang. Moreover, the strong man said, "he came out from inside and knew the situation well. You hurt him. Go to explore the way?"


    Lin Fan smiled, looked at Qinglin, smiled and said, "I like watching you want to kill me, but I can''t move my appearance. It''s pleasing to the eyes."


    This sentence almost didn''t suffocate Qinglin. Of course, other people didn''t care at all. They were all anxious. They had come to the stone gate. They could clearly see the apertures and light clusters. They were all opportunities, but they couldn''t touch them. Just because there was a big crisis, even Lin fan was scared out and brought out a ghost claw. They looked at the seeping people.


    Dong!


    Dong!


    Dong!


    The war drum sounded like thunder behind the stone gate, accompanied by a sob like a ghost, and Lin Fan turned pale!


    Only when you really enter the stone gate can you know the scene. It''s too human and terrible. It''s like the legendary Yin soldiers, line by line, blocking the visible opportunities behind you. The dark weapons are aimed at the door, like soldiers going to fight.


    Qingluan was even more pretty and bloodless. She was frightened miserably. This kind of thing really existed in the world. In the past, it was only heard in legends and rumors, but now it was put in front of her. According to the legend, this Yin soldier was transformed by the dead and just entered. It was a wave of sacrificial attack and killing.


    The war drum sounded more dull and vigorous. It seemed that the battle array would charge, which made everyone pale. But those opportunities were so attractive that no one was willing to give up. Therefore, after a moment of silence, they finally negotiated to open the way with Lin fan, and the people rushed with him.


    "Follow me."


    Lin Fan tells qingluan to dance with the city. Then the heavy halberd appears in his hand and plunges into the stone gate again.


    The Yin soldiers came in like a tide, dark and moving like a piece of dark Qi. They were very brave. Some Yin soldiers sitting across bone dragons and Yin horses rushed in. Many practitioners couldn''t escape. They were trampled into blood mud at the moment they stepped into the stone gate.


    Lin Fan took the lead, and the heavy halberd in his hand swam like a dragon for nine days. The lightning made up for the brilliance. The Yin soldiers close to him were killed into nothingness by the Zhiyang thunder and turned into smoke slowly.


    "Leave the fire to burn the sky!"


    Wuqingcheng shows his skills. As soon as his hands shake, a large cluster of flames appear. As soon as he burns, a large area of Yin soldiers turn into ashes.


    "Kill!"


    There were cries of killing all around. It was very tragic and bloody. In front of the opportunity, there were corpses everywhere. It was really suitable to describe the death of people for money and birds for food.


    "Roar..."


    Qilin roared. A blue Qilin was colliding. It was Qinglin who was fighting. He used his soul power to conjure up the shape and God of the martial spirit. Of course, there was a trace of his soul power, so it was very strong. Where Qinglin collided, the Yin soldier queue seemed to have been plowed and there was a vacuum.


    The people in Yaoshen valley have their own characteristics. There is a strong fragrance. It seems that thousands of Dan furnaces have been opened, and the smell of Dan is pungent. Of course, these Dan incense are ultimately sharp weapons for killing and bone etching poisons. Similarly, there are pieces of Yin soldiers falling down.


    Of course, some practitioners screamed and were dismembered by Yin soldiers, and the broken limbs and arms splashed everywhere.


    "Bang!"


    Lin Fan didn''t have time to withdraw the heavy halberd. He blew out a Yin soldier sitting on the skeleton. He moved forward. Then he kicked out with one foot on one side of his body. There was a thunder and lightning ball at his feet. Seven or eight rushed to his Yin soldiers and burst into dust.


    Qingluan followed closely, and each Luan bird could kill a Yin soldier accurately. She killed quickly.


    Finally, the nine Phoenix Kingdom enlarged the move, and the seven people used the word "soldier" together to make a decision. One by one, the soldiers will fight with the Yin soldiers. The lethality is too strong.


    Lin Fan was surrounded by thunder and lightning. There was an electric arc jumping on his hair. He killed so fast that he almost reached the light regiment with soldiers and books.


    It was not until two hours later that the sound of shouting and killing gradually subsided. Before the chance, there was a piece of scarlet, flesh and bone everywhere. The blood and water in the low-lying on the ground condensed, one beach after another, which was terrible.


    I really don''t know how many people died. The 800 people who entered the tomb are afraid that there are only about 600 people left. Even the hands of the six forces are dead.


    But fortunately, the place finally calmed down. The number of Yin soldiers decreased sharply and no longer appeared in pieces. The road from here to those light groups seemed safe, and the opportunity was in front of us.


    "Ladies and gentlemen, are we going to continue?" there was sanxiu, his face turned white and his whole body was shaking.


    Six hundred people are silent. Do you want to continue?


    The opportunity is in front of us, but the crisis is also in front of us. Maybe after taking a step, endless killing and robbery will wait for the master. How many people will die at that time?


    "Can we really come to this place? I always feel that even the strong soul refiner may die without burial." a five fold monk lost one arm. He was just bitten off by a bone dragon in the fight with Yin soldiers. He was cold and sweaty and his mouth was blue.


    "Nonsense, it''s here. Fate is readily available. Do you want to give up?"


    Some hardliners denounced him. He was a practitioner of the holy land. He was naked and his muscles were twisted. He was too strong.


    "Bang!"


    Suddenly, the light and halo burst into pieces, and a handful of soldiers and ancient books flew around like a meteor shower in all directions.


    In fact, there are few ancient books, only a dozen or so, but there are too many war soldiers, and they all give people a feeling of good grade.