The tomb of prophecy.

The number of real strong men is rapidly decreasing.

In less than a hour, there were still 80,000 real strong strong who had influxed more than 100,000. At this moment, there were 80,000 left, and this number continued to decrease!

The opportunity in the tomb has not yet been born, but blood, minced meat, and broken treasures are hidden in the disaster!

At this time.

In front of the downward channel, the five -way figure stood on the first thousand steps and looked at the dark mist layer to the unknown.

Hongxia Shin God couldn't help but snoring.

Gray Hitomi is also difficult to ride a tiger. He faced the dark mist, and his body was almost exploded. It can be known that the real strong strong who stayed in place belongs to other restricted areas. In addition, one person is small and low.

I have been hated for seconds!

Ren Tianzhen and the Green River God, Zhao Fan glanced at each other, and stepped into the mist layer at the same time.

As soon as the gray pupil was gritted, it also entered it.

"Ah! Wait for me!" Hongxia really cried, raised his hands, grabbing Zhao Fan's shoulder, holding the wrist of the True God God.

Pass through the dark fog.

The eyes are suddenly open!

But followed by it, it was shocked!

The space of the tomb of this prophecy is extremely large, like a small world.

However, it is full of barren breath.

Today, the 100,000 real -level strong men who have flowed into the deserted war added a bright and outbound war, means, and the light of treasures, which stimulated five people.

Even Zhao Fan is a bit embarrassing. After all, this is equivalent to the 100,000 Supreme Merit War in many camps!

For him, it was the first time in a war of such a scale.

"I am a close heart!"

Ren Tian's fat body, trembling.

Green River God raised the corner of his mouth and laughed: "This is exciting."

"Stimulating a fart, you can't urge the artillery, the same as us is the bottom, I'm afraid there is no qualification for cannon fodder."

Where is the true god of the Yuanji camp?

"ah!"

Hongxia screamed her throat in a scary, and she instinctively turned around and rushed towards the dark mist when she came. She thought that withdrawal would get temporary safety.

As a result, the unexpected scene appeared.

When the Hongxia Truth touched the dark mist layer, her beautiful god body burst into blood mist, and there were a few red cloth strips left in Zhao Fan's eyes.

Then, then

If you die, you can't die anymore!

"hiss!"

The Gray Hitoma took a sip of air -conditioning and lost his face to the face. He did not have the end of the scene like Hongxia True God.

Green River God Jun Meiyu is dignified. "It seems that there is no retreat, you can only touch your luck in this big tomb."

"There is no way, the ban in this big tomb is extremely domineering." Ren Tianzhen nodded and said, "Come in, can't go out, wait until the conclusion of many restricted areas to end, you should open it on his own.

Brother, fortunately, the entrance is empty, and we all want to go to the opportunity to compete. Let's observe the camp in the third restricted area. "

Zhao Fan and the Lvhe Shenjun nodded, and observed with the former.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Zhao Fan raised his head thoughtfully and looked at the white upper above.

"What's wrong, what did you find a god of God?" What did you find? "Ren Tianzhen noticed his reaction and asked.

"After I crossed the dark mist layer, I had a feeling. I thought it was an illusion at first, and it was just the way. The feeling was intensified." Zhao Fan said slowly.

"What does it feel?" The Lvhe Shenjun was unknown, so he came in except that he was shocked by the eyes. There was no special feeling.

Zhao Fan thought about it and did not conceal it. He said directly: "The feeling of being peeped as if he was stared at by a pair of eyes. To be precise, these invisible eyes were monitoring the entire tomb like you were outside the bureau.

"

"No?"

Rentian's true god stared over his neck, "How can there be eyes to peep at us."

The Green River God disagreed, and felt that this a little bit of parallel imported really did not experience the wind and waves, and had an illusion.

Then, Ren Tianzhen's eyes shocked, "Eh? In the gray dead forest over there, many figures are unclear, but the intuition is familiar. Is there the camp in the third penalty area?"

"Go, go and see, after a long time, it will inevitably be stared at by the real strong strong in other restricted areas."

Green River Shenjun immediately urged the speed to the extreme, and flew towards the gray dead forest over there.

He wanted to use movement, but found that the space in the tomb could not be used. Therefore, the speed of fighting was only possible.

The gray pupil really rushes when he pulls his legs, lest he will be thrown down.

"Brother Create, don't get stunned, keep up!" While Ren Tianzhen chased to the former, he screamed.

"Come here."

Zhao Fan glanced over his eyes again, and he walked towards them like a phantom. He was extremely sure that it was not an illusion, because, the level of life was low, but his perception was comparable to how strong the combat power was comparable to how powerful the combat power was comparable.

Nine calamities are extremely extreme, not only that, but also eternal flowers. The mood is not only offensive and defensive, but also a special perception, spiritual consciousness!

The so -called spiritual consciousness has also been the seventh sense of the current top strong strong, and it is over the five senses of the five senses.

Nympho

at the same time.

Among the top of the tomb, a pair of transparent eyes, constantly rotating, looking down at the many figures below, each corner battle, everything is accepted at the bottom of the eyes.

"Heheh!"

The eyes turned while turning, and even made a low laughter, "The smell of blood is still so good, I really want to taste it."

Nympho

Below.

On the way to the gray forest, Zhao Fan and his party encountered sixteen real creatures in the middle of the middle. They were the first mixed Yuanji true fairy. They had their own injuries, but they did not reach the level of severe decline in combat power.

The level of life is between the 40th and sixty floors of the real level.

"Dry!"

Ren Tianzhen quickly stopped her body, "Lao Tzu is too unlucky!"

Lvhe Shenjun smiled and said: "They have already stared at us, remove their heads, life and death ..."

The gray pupil was pale, and a turn rushed to other positions.

"Sixteen four robbers to the Sixth Supreme Supreme?"

Zhao Fan converted into the level of life he was used to, and did not take the small group of true fairy at all.

After entering the interior of the big tomb to see the situation, he did not intend to hide it, and the camp that was flowed to the third restricted area? A low -level true god without a dazzling background, who would shelter you?

Cannon fodder. On the contrary, if you do n’t flow to the camp, you do n’t provoke others. Many of the restricted areas kill each other, and others will find you. Sooner or later, you will expose your strength.

In the tomb that is unable to enter this ancestor -level strong.

With Zhao Fan's combat power, it is absolute master!

So ... hunting, that's the beginning!

Those true immortals came from the unhappy hand -held fairy wares, and Ren Tianzhen and the Green River God Jun also fled in other directions.

Later.

Ren Tianzhen couldn't help but look back, but saw that Zhao Fan seemed to be dull, standing in place, motionless, was it ... was frightened and paralyzed?

Think about it. I was still brought up by the gods, and I was brought up by the ancestors of the ancestors. Where can I pass these scenes!

When Ren Tianzhen sighed in his heart, he mixed the power into the sound and yelled: "Create the god of the gods, escape!"

This throat was hearing the Green River God Jun and Gray Hitoma in other directions, and they looked back subconsciously. It seemed that the parallel imports were so stayed as a wooden chicken, which could not live at all!

And the sixteenth streams in the first penalty area have surrounded Zhao Fan in the middle.

On the faces of the true fairy, the color of drama abuse and mockery floated. In their eyes, the low -level Zhao Fan was like a lamb to be slaughtered unable to struggle.

"Ha ha."

True Xian, who was headed, said with a smile: "Let's slap this poor worm, and then send a message over there."

They were sent to other areas to convey orders by leaders.
To be continued...