The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

All eyes were on the past.

I saw that layer of light on the outer layer of the building was constantly vibrating, making a cracking sound, as if it was slowly cracking. After a while, the light curtain suddenly exploded and turned into invisible broken points.

"The restriction is broken!"

A young man from Zhongzhou Dushi exclaimed in surprise.

"Don't go there, to prevent other dangers!"

Someone beside him warned.

Whoosh whoosh!

But although they didn't move, the others couldn't hold back anymore, their bodies were like lightning, and they rushed towards the building. They were the strong men from the Southern Border Black Demon Association.

Seeing that a group of men in black all rushed in, the others waited for a moment, their expressions changed, and they all rushed over.

There is no crisis in it and it is possible to enter.

"Captain Zhao, let's go too."

Zhu Wu's voice came, and his fleshy body rushed over quickly.

Chen Xuan didn't hesitate anymore, he stepped on the sole of his foot, and his body shot out instantly.

"All follow me!"

Fang Tian gave a cold shout, and led a group of guests from Haoyue Villa to rush away.

The third prince didn't dare to stay outside, so he could only grit his teeth and rush over quickly.

This area gathers three religions and nine streams, just like what Chen Xuan said, if one is alone here, it is really possible to be secretly shocked to death.

So he had to follow up with Fang Tian all the time.

call!

As soon as he rushed into the building, the environment in front of him suddenly changed. There was a gray mist everywhere, and it was endless, as if he had plunged into a mysterious world of gray mist.

The gray fog is dense and boundless, as if a place has been isolated.

Chen Xuan listened attentively, and soon heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, hearing power is not affected.

He looked back, only to see that the gate he came from had completely disappeared, as if a barrier had just existed, and when he looked in from the outside, everything was as usual, but once he entered the inside, there was gray fog everywhere, which was extremely thick and obscured. human eyeliner.

Ah!

Suddenly, a miserable cry sounded.

Accompanied by the sound of corpses flying across and hitting the ground.

Chapter 2 Thirteen Thick Palm Strength (for subscription)

Chen Xuan's eyes were fixed.

someone died?

He pushed his ears to the extreme, listening to the movements of this place.

There were all kinds of chaotic sounds, footsteps, small gusts of wind, clapping, and soft shouts.

Suddenly, Chen Xuan sensed a terrifying danger approaching quickly, and without thinking about it, he slapped his palm directly behind him.

boom!

The power of the palm is mighty, forming an air circle, which is extremely terrifying, rolling towards the back like an invisible wall.

But this palm suddenly hit empty, passing through the gray mist.

It seemed that a black shadow flashed by at an incredible speed.

Chen Xuan was startled, what is it?

He didn't dare to be careless, and suddenly mobilized his spiritual power, jumping between his eyebrows, the invisible spiritual power enveloped his body, and spread to the surroundings at the same time.

The surrounding world seemed to change, and it began to be reflected in his mind one by one, and the influence of the gray fog was minimized.

Suddenly, Chen Xuan's eyes flashed, and he noticed several corpses lying on the ground not far away.

With a flash of his body, he quickly approached the past.

The first corpse in front of him was dressed in black and a black robe, with a black cloth covering his face. It looked like it had been torn apart. It was horrible, with internal organs scattered all over the floor.

Is this someone from the Southern Border Black Demon Society?

His face changed, and he appeared in front of several other corpses again.

They are all appalling, coming from various superpowers.

Among them was a monk, wearing a yellow monk robe, his neck was twisted to an unbelievable angle, and a huge imprint was bitten on it. It seemed that something grabbed the back of his neck, twisted him to death, and drank it dry his blood.

Shaolin…

Chen Xuan's heart sank.

This monk came in with Zhenhui before.

Died so soon?

And the imprint on the back of the neck...is it obviously a person...

Could it be the zombies of Corpse Refining Sect, or the original existence in this ancient temple?

call!

Suddenly, an unspeakable crisis surged towards Chen Xuan again. Chen Xuan quickly dodged, changed form and appeared beside him in an instant.

Puff puff!

Dozens of poisonous darts shot at the place where he stood before, hitting the ground.

Someone is making a move?

Chen Xuan's eyes flashed.

Waves of powerful gusts of wind whistled continuously from not far away.