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    These dead bodies were like soldiers. They did not attack after coming down, but instead formed a human wall.  Finally, a huge stone coffin at the bottom was carried out by thirty-two dead bodies.  In the stone coffin is a huge red log, which looks like a section of a huge log, but everyone in Wu Ming knows that this section of the huge log is actually a coffin.  "Here, I'm afraid, is the thorny old king from thousands of years ago." An Yi said with a solemn face. If he had some confidence in dealing with one of these corpses, it was hard to say whether he could kill them. But what he saw was so dark that he was not afraid of it.  Wan, there seem to be figures floating in the surrounding cliffs and potholes. Maybe only someone like Senior can deal with it!  There are so many dead corpses, and their strength is not weak. It is estimated that it will be difficult for even the golden elixir level immortal cultivators to deal with, even those at the Nascent Soul stage.  The figure in that stone coffin should not be simple.  It's not about the status in life, but the strength after death.  The faint sound of the flute came from inside, and it has only stopped now.  "I haven't felt the breath of living people for many years. People from the outside world, this is not the place you should come. If you disturb the sleep of the gods, you will be cursed, the curse of death. I will give you death after death.  Guard the tomb of the gods to resolve your sins." In that section of redwood, a voice was extremely hoarse, as if it had not spoken for a thousand years. His words were intermittent and not fluent, but they could be understood.  Hearing this, the hairs all over An Yi stood up.  To guard the tomb for the gods?  Atonement?  Wouldn't they all be like this?  Are millions of people buried here to atone for their sins?  Guarding the tomb?  Could it be said that a god is really buried here?  ¡°Go back, or you may lose your soul.¡± Wu Ming narrowed his eyes and said calmly.  "It is a capital offense to disturb the gods from their sleep!" Mahogany immediately parted.  The upper part flew up, and the inside was indeed hollow, like a coffin.  The mahogany coffin lid was lifted.  A pale man inside stood upright, his face pale and terrifying.  He has snow-white hair, but his face is extremely young. He looks to be at most twenty years old. He is wearing a black and red robe. He is holding a leg bone in his hand. There are some small holes in the leg bone. It seems to be a bone.  flute.  The previous sound should have come from this bone flute.  "Kill them, and the gods will grant you eternal life!" "This, is this the old king of Thorny Man? He looks like a young king who died young! However, his voice is indeed old enough." At this time  .  Only Wu Bao still cares about this.  "Kill!" The army of corpses surged in, and they didn't seem to care at all about what Wu Ming said about their souls being scattered.  Just like what the young king said, the gods will grant them eternal life, so they are extremely fanatical and not afraid of death.  And the word 'ye' in his words.  Having already explained his state, he is obviously not as simple as a dead corpse. His body should have transformed into a younger one after death.  "I'll do it!" The Martial God took action, and a terrifying divine light shot out from his eyes, wherever the divine light passed.  Not a single dead body could survive, and was directly annihilated into ashes.  In the blink of an eye, thousands of dead bodies turned into fly ash and completely disappeared into the pit.  "The dead have appeared." The young king raised his hand, and the thousands of corpses standing in front of him shattered instantly, and then regrouped to form hundreds of giants that were more than ten feet tall, surrounded by death, like the god of death.  Another ray of divine light shot out from the eyes of the God of War, and those giants were wiped clean without any resistance. They were like millstones, grinding them bit by bit, but at an extremely fast speed.  The man's expression changed slightly, and he obviously didn't expect that there would be such a master among the people who broke in.  Since this divine light is so powerful, those means cannot stop it in the slightest.  Suddenly, he picked up the bone flute in his hand and put it to his mouth, playing a strange piece of music.  "Ah, I feel so uncomfortable. Hurry up and plug your ears." An Yi shouted, seeming to be extremely uncomfortable. The sound seemed particularly scary.  But when he looked at Wu Ming and the others, he was stunned. These three people were not affected at all, as if nothing happened.  "Compared to the sound of my wife's piano, your voice is too unpleasant. I said, you are an old and immortal person. You are already dead, and you still come out to sell singing?" Wu Bao said irritably, saying that it had no impact at all.  That was impossible, mainly because he had been trained by Dongfang Xue, so his resistance was much higher, but Wu Bao's mood was obviously a little impetuous at this time.  "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Xiaobao, Xiaowu, let's fight quickly. We don't know what else is waiting for us later." Wu Ming raised his hand and pointed, and the power of the Wushuang Divine Finger was instantly struck, like a bolt of lightning.  Coming out, like the divine light in the eyes of the God of War, also drives straight in, is invincible, and sweeps across everything.  "Kill!" Wu Bao stood up violently, and a hundred-foot-sized golden dragon appeared outside him. The dragon seemed to have a spirit, like a living creature, swimming around him, and suddenlyWith a start, with a shocking dragon roar, his figure had already rushed far away, rushed into the group of corpses, and swept across with an invincible posture. The God of War did not show any weakness, and a hundred-foot-sized golden dragon rushed out from between his hands.  "Rumble" The ground shook, and the world seemed to collapse. An Yi was stunned. Wherever he looked, was there still half a dead spirit?  Not even the body was there.  Is this their strength?  very scary!  That golden dragon is at least ten times bigger than it was during the test. Could they be immortals?  How could this be a warrior? How could a warrior have such terrifying combat power!  Anyi was completely stunned at this time. This invincible posture and sweeping power made her extremely shocked and at the same time made her inexplicably excited.  "Boom!" The sinkhole collapsed and fell.  What you see is an endless desert with rolling yellow sand and a hot smell in the golden sand.  "Is this the second level? Is this a fantasy formation or a real existence? Who created such a terrifying world!" Wu Ming murmured to himself, if it was just a formation, it would be okay, but if  If it were really a world, it would be terrible.  How powerful is a world that can create such a thing?  On this point, Wu Ming has the most say. Now a small world has been formed in his sea of ??consciousness, but compared with this place, it is a bit insignificant.  This world is really too vast, and Wu Ming's spiritual consciousness cannot even sweep to the end.  And there is no trace of the dot formation here at all, the temperature is so realistic, and the body can feel the fiery energy.  In other words, this is most likely a real world!  Suddenly, a figure appeared at the end of the yellow sand.
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