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Volume 7 Flying Higher Chapter 620 A Group of Tragic People

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    Chapter 620 A group of tragic people

    On the magic array on the top of the underground stone chamber, the light of the magic patterns became brighter and brighter, and the energy fluctuations became stronger and stronger. However, Reg sat quietly on the ground, practicing quietly, concentrating on it and not looking at it at all.  to the exception above.

    Many saint-level powerhouses outside the mausoleum have fallen into deep fear, because as time goes by, everyone finds that the fighting spirit or magic power in their bodies has been rapidly reduced, and everyone has a vague feeling, that is,  The lost fighting spirit or magic power is not recovered by rest as long as it is consumed in battle. This time it seems to be permanent!

    What kind of magic circle is this? It¡¯s so weird!

    Even though Canglang and the others were calm, they couldn't help but panic because they didn't know whether this magic circle would completely suck them dry and turn them into useless people!

    "Think of a solution quickly. If this continues, we will all die."

    An old man shouted in panic, his eyes falling directly on Canglang. After all, Canglang had the strongest strength and the most exquisite mind on the entire Fairy Island. Naturally, he hoped that he could think of something effective.  method.

    Canglang has no other way, unless, as Rodega said, he can use his power to explode his arms. Only in this way can he get his hands out of the magic circle. But without his hands, wouldn't life be worse than death?

    Canglang's eyes were fixed on the passage at that stage, and he suddenly raised his voice and asked: "Who are you, sir, and why do you want to trap us?"

    There was no answer.

    Cang Lang's face turned a little pale. The constant loss of fighting spirit made him clearly feel that his strength was declining sharply. He was originally a fifth-level fighting saint, but now he felt that his strength had dropped by at least two levels.  .

    Rodgar next to him also had a look of fear on his face. The loss of fighting spirit was so fast and obvious that he was filled with regret. If he had known better, he would not have mixed up in this muddy water. Now not only is this treasure house  I didn't even see anything inside, and I even got into it.

    The sky has slowly turned dark, and everyone's hearts have completely sunk to the bottom. No matter what they try, they can't break away from the strong adsorption of the magic circle. The huge adsorption force makes their hands completely pressed there.  In the magic circle, even if these people wanted to tear off a layer of skin on their hands, they would be unable to do so.

    Although everyone has fallen into despair, so far, no one has exploded their arms. Although the situation makes everyone extremely desperate, even if they lose some skills, it is better than losing their hands.

    Losing some skills, as long as your hands are still there, it is also a strong one, but it is not good before. He can live a normal life, but if you lose your hands, it is a disability that cannot even take care of yourself.

    Everyone has their own thoughts, and some people have already made the final calculation in their hearts, but everyone's bottom line is similar. Even if they self-destruct their arms, they cannot let their strength fall below the king level. This group of people are all the same.  If the strength of a two-hundred-year-old old guy regresses below the king level, his lifespan may be shortened, and he may not be able to survive for a few days.

    "I feel that my strength has regressed. Now it seems that I can only be regarded as an emperor-level strength" An old man shouted in horror, turning his head to look at the others. Soon, he heard the same miserable howl.  .

    "My strength has also regressed Oh my God, I spent a full 112 years trying to enter the Saint level, and now it's gone!"

    One after another, the saint-level powerhouses let out howls full of despair. One after another, the strength of the saint-level powerhouses regressed to the emperor level. Even the strongest Canglang Zhuyue and others have also retreated to the saint level.  It's at the critical line, down by more than half from normal.

    There was a look of great pain on Cang Lang's face. After entering the Saint level, every step up was so difficult. Cang Lang relied on his talent, hard work, and several adventures to finally reach the fifth level.  The terrifying strength of the Saint-level strongman has suddenly regressed in one day "I can't help it. Sooner or later, my arms will explode anyway. It's better to explode earlier. In this case, at least the strength is still preserved  " An old man suddenly shouted loudly, and at the same time, his arms lit up with a light of fighting spirit. Obviously, he was ready to self-destruct his arms to escape the shackles of the magic circle.

    "Bang", the fighting spirit exploded at the old man's wrist. The exploding fighting spirit instantly shattered the back part of the old man's hand. Both hands were instantly blown into a pile of debris, and his man finally broke away.  The restraints of the magic circle, but his two palms had completely disappeared, and blood spattered, looking extremely tragic.

    The severe pain caused the old man¡¯s face to tremble sharply.He twisted, his body shook violently a few times, his face was as pale as paper, but he gritted his teeth and swayed a few times, and finally stood firm.

    The old man glanced at the other people who were still attracted. He stopped the blood spurting from his broken wrist with his luck. He looked at the tall tomb door, hesitated for a moment, and finally took a step forward, gently walking towards  Go to the door.

    Seeing the old man walking towards the gate of the mausoleum, the other people suddenly became anxious again.

    Although the few servants followed Reg into the tomb at first, they suddenly fled in great panic and with extremely terrifying expressions, but this did not stop these people from being greedy for the possible treasures in the tomb.

    "Bang, bang, bang", there were three explosions in succession, and three old men used their fighting energy at the same time to explode their palms. They stood up, quickly stopped the splatter of blood, and moved towards the door at the same time.  Go.

    However, at this moment, a sudden light flashed in the magic circle, and a group of people sitting on the ground with their hands on the ground felt their palms loosen at the same time, and they actually left the ground!

    The four old men with severed hands who were walking towards the gate suddenly turned their heads at the same time and looked at the group of saint-level strong men behind them who looked surprised and had their hands off the ground. Their faces were completely dull and their bodies were completely stiff for an instant.

    "Why, why, you suddenly left again"

    An old man with a severed hand suddenly shouted with red eyes, his voice was shrill, full of unwillingness and resentment.

    Just when the old man shouted these words, the huge mausoleum door suddenly bounced back. With a loud bang, the door returned to its original shape again, closed tightly and tightly.

    Canglang and the others had just escaped from the magic circle's adsorption, with expressions of ecstasy on their faces, but the sudden closing of the door made their hearts sink to the bottom with a thud.

    It takes at least fifteen saint-level experts to open this door. There were originally nineteen here, but Reg had already entered it and let out a scream, but he didn't know what happened. The remaining eighteen saint-level people  The strength of the powerful people has dropped significantly due to the absorption of the magic circle. Most of them have fallen from the saint level back to the emperor level. Four old men have self-destructed their hands, and they have become useless.

    With the power of everyone now, it is no longer possible to open this giant door. In other words, no one in the entire world can open this door now.

    Canglang's face was extremely pale. He and others had worked hard for hundreds of yearsIs this the end?

    There was also undisguised frustration on Rodega's face. As smart as he was, he naturally thought in an instant that it was no longer possible for him and others to open this door. What secrets were inside could never be known, even if  I know, but I no longer have the ability to go in.

    Canglang turned around, looked at the other people and smiled bitterly: "No matter how many times it happens, we still fell into their scheme"

    Looking at the huge closed door of the mausoleum Zhuyue, there was a bit of loss and uncertainty in his words: "There are actually people in the mausoleum. It is really shocking. When Reg entered it, he didn't know what happened.  What happened"

    There was some suspicion in Canglang's eyes: "Rege is the destined person that the master here is waiting for. He has designed so many things just to stop us and let Reg go in alone and listen to Reg's screams.  Did that man kill Reg?"

    Rodgar frowned and said: "Is it possible to spend so much effort just to lure Reg in and kill him? I don't think it is possible. After all, the person who left this place is obviously a strong man with great ability.  He is many times stronger than us. If he really needs to deal with us, why would he need to use so many methods? Can't he just come out and destroy us?"

    Xue Ren, who had always looked cold beside him, suddenly said: "This magic circle has absorbed a lot of our fighting spirit or magic power, but what is it doing to absorb so much energy? Is it just to trap ourselves?"  people?"

    Canglang also had doubts in his eyes, but after looking at the door, he sighed: "None of this is important anymore, we can't get in anyway."

    Blood Blade suddenly said: "If Reg is not dead, will he come out?"

    come out?

    Cang Lang¡¯s eyes lit up, yes, if Reg was really that kind of destined person, and the other party didn¡¯t want to kill him, then Reg would definitely not be trapped in this mausoleum.

    But soon, Cang Lang's face showed a sad look again: "Even if Reg really comes out, I'm afraid all the treasures inside will belong to him. How can we still have a share? Not to mention that our strength has been greatly reduced.  Even if you want to deal with him, you can¡¯t.¡±

     Xue Ren said coldly: "Don't Reg have several wives and some friends who are all in Qingzhu Villa? He cares about them very much. If we control them, we can use them to blackmail Reg to hand over  There may be hope for the things in the treasure house, I heard that Reg is a man who values ??love and justice."
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