Unlimited Survival: Be a gangster in an escape game

Chapter 294 The Great Fantasy Era 73
The person who was reminded immediately took out the flying sword and walked against the sky, not daring to stay on the soft sand anymore.

Although this consumes aura, it is fortunately safe.

The area of ​​the quicksand expanded and became more and more obvious. Even Mu Zizhen and Nanmen Su, who were fighting fiercely, noticed it and temporarily stopped fighting.

But after they stopped, the quicksand didn't stop turning, instead, it sank even faster.

Even if Mu Zizhen is suppressed, he is still a Nascent Soul, and it is not difficult for him to stand in the air.

Staring at the sudden appearance of quicksand, I felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, thick black air burst out from the center of the quicksand.

A certain disciple screamed, and suddenly fell from the flying sword to the ground, and was quickly swept away by the quicksand, disappearing without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, people fell from the flying sword one after another, crying for help from others.

Just as Mu Zizhen wanted to save his disciples, he found a huge suction coming from the center of the quicksand. Even he was unstable for a moment and almost fell into the center of the quicksand.

He was vigilant in his heart, and his face was solemn, and immediately shouted to the few disciples who were still in the air, "Everyone, hold on tight, don't be sucked into the quicksand by this airflow!"

Nanmen Su rolled his eyes, saying this is tantamount to not saying it, who doesn't know that it is impossible to ensure that he will not be swept away by quicksand.

But at this moment, the suction force was still increasing, and he had no other way but to resist the strong suction force inexplicably spreading from the center of the quicksand in a muffled voice.

From an angle that they couldn't see, suddenly a black palm was slapped heavily on the backs of Nanmen Su and Mu Zizhen.

The two of them were only unstable for a moment, and then they were pulled from mid-air directly into the middle of the golden desert by the increasingly terrifying suction of quicksand.

It wasn't until everyone was swept away by the quicksand that the desert regained its calm.

Mu Zizhen woke up in a dark space, and there were many disciples of Yuxu Sect lying messily in the space.

He took out the night pearl to drive away the darkness, and gently shook the disciples beside him, "Wake up, wake up quickly."

The disciples slowly woke up and looked at the space blankly.

What is this place?
How could Mu Zizhen know that he just woke up from a coma.

Seeing that the crowd had almost gathered, there were not a single disciple of the Yuxu Sect missing, even the annoying Nanmen Xiao was still there, he stood up again, and looked at the space he was in.

The passage is very wide, with some weird symbols drawn on the walls and some weathered animal bones, it doesn't look like a good place.

"This is like a place where evil cultivators inherit."

Xin Ru has been traveling around all the year round, and has more experience in these abnormal places than Mu Zizhen and Nanmen Su, so he explained the key points in one sentence.

The three head disciples who were at odds with each other were meditating on their own, but they didn't notice that several disciples in the team looked at the murals on the wall with bright eyes.

Several people secretly glanced at each other, and crushed the communication talisman in their hands together.

Even in a place full of treasures like the Secret Realm, Sanlian didn't explore it himself, but sent team after team of pioneers to find the place of inheritance.

Among the three combined powers, he brought in the most people and killed the most people.

"My lord has news!"

The captain of a certain team rushed over with excitement, and handed over the communication talisman in his hand.

The three-connected communication talisman looked carefully, and sneered, more than 3000 people in my cult searched back and forth so many times, but they couldn't find the place of inheritance, and they were found by the group of small ants of the righteous way, heh! "

He crushed the communication talisman in his hand and stood up slowly.

But ants are ants, even if they find a powerful inheritance, they will not be blessed.

He slowly walked towards the place where Yu Xuzong's people disappeared.

Yin Xia led the players to follow quietly.

After Sanlian came to the sandy land, what he saw was the entrance that had returned to being flat again.

He closed his eyes and unfolded his consciousness.

There is indeed another mystery here, but the entrance has been closed, it is too lucky to find a new entrance, it is better to use brute force to open the passage again.

Sanlian snorted coldly, "Everyone line up!"

The remaining hundreds of Wuwang Cultists immediately arranged their human bodies into a strange pattern, one connected to the other, strange and harmonious.

Yin Xia could barely see that this was a formation.

Following the command of the third company, these hundreds of people used their strength together, so that the force would gather together and hit the place designated by the third company.

Yin Xia looked at it, and suddenly a flash came to his mind.

Wouldn't it be a pity not to take advantage of such a powerful attack?
She waved to the player who had the ability to teleport through space, and whispered a few words in his ear.

The players were dumbfounded, "This, can this work? I have never tried to do this before."

Yin Xia patted him on the shoulder, "If you don't try, how will you know it won't work? We'll find another way if we fail."

The space teleportation player gritted his teeth.

His strength is average. If he can really do what Yin Xia said, he will have made a great contribution and will be able to add a lot of points when players settle this time.

Fight!

He closed his eyes, his cheeks were flushed, and he kept taking drugs in his mouth, releasing his abilities to the limit.

Sanlian kept staring at the entrance of the tunnel in mid-air, and after the first blow of the Wuwangjiao formation, the entrance was only slightly shaken.

He clenched his fists and yelled at the people below, "Go on, use your strength."

However, for some reason, even with more force, the reaction of the entrance after the second blow was not as strong as the first blow.

Is the entrance to the evil god's tomb set so strictly?
Sanlian frowned slightly. After launching several waves of attacks in succession, the believers of the Wujiao Cult were almost paralyzed from exhaustion, but the entrance was still motionless, showing no sign of opening.

Sanlian pondered for a moment, then said to the people below, "Everyone gather your strength and strike the final blow, this time I will be with you."

The congregants of Wujiao did not dare to complain, Yin Xia's eyes lit up, and he immediately notified the righteous disciples to prepare together.

San Lian was filled with dense black energy, lowered his eyes, calmed down, and gradually gathered the power in his dantian in his palm. After the attack with the evil cultivators was brewing, a dense black light shot out from his palm, hitting the tunnel straight entrance.

At this time, a figure suddenly rushed out from the right side, it was Bai Li.

Sanlian's pupils trembled slightly, and it might be too late for him to stop at this moment, wouldn't he be hurt by the evil force he shot back.

He thought that the righteous disciples in the secret realm were no more powerful than Nascent Soul, even if he endured this blow for life, it would be all right, and it would not be too late to pinch him to death after he opened the tunnel entrance.

Sanlian was already mentally prepared, but the man didn't even look at him, and fired a thick flame, together with his black energy, to attack a certain point, as if helping him open the entrance of the underground passage.

Doubts arose in Sanlian's mind, could this person be an undercover agent who was taught the right way without false teaching?
(End of this chapter)