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Wang Xiaojian, whose cultivation base is approaching that of the five-star Wuzong, is very fast.

He easily flew to an altitude of tens of thousands of meters.

Because of the existence of the magic array, no matter how high Wang Xiaojian flies, he can't get rid of this hell-like world.

However, when standing at an altitude of [-] meters and looking towards the earth, Wang Xiaojian's eyes flashed with a bright light.

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I saw that from a high altitude, the densely packed tombs outlined a huge pattern of skulls in this magical land of death transformed by illusions and mysteries.

This skull is extremely huge, but its appearance is exactly the same as the soul fire condensed in the sky.

Wang Xiaojian's consciousness and eyes swept to the north.

That's where Wang Xiaojian felt the unusual mountain depression just now.

And looking at it at this moment, it is exactly where the eyebrows of this huge skull lie.

"No mistake, it's there!"

Wang Xiaojian's eyes flickered brightly.

The zhenqi in his body gushed out, and the zhenqi wings on his back soared, and swooped down towards the center of the skull's eyebrows.

He held the Kuixing Earth Spirit Sword in his hand, and before he reached the col, he raised his hand with a sword.

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boom!

The bright sword glow pierced the night, right in the middle of the mountain depression.

A grave in the col burst open.

Following that, the entire land stretching across the tomb shook like an earthquake.

Rumble!

The earth was torn apart, a gully appeared, and the gravel fell towards the gully.

In the violent earthquake, the tomb between heaven and earth gradually disappeared.

Disappearing together, there are also large pieces of purple bone skeletons fighting with Wang Xiaojian's two clones.

Their bodies shattered and fell from the sky.

However, it has not yet fallen to the ground and dissipated out of thin air.

Hey!

There was a roar in the sky, and the sound shook the shaking dark world.

It is a giant flaming skull in the sky.

In the shaking world, its head made of flames twisted and collapsed, turning into strands of flames.

Immediately, these flames disappeared along with the gradually disappearing tomb and the purple bone skeleton.

The world of the pitch-black demon land gradually blurred.

Light appeared all around.

Wang Xiaojian looked around and found himself standing in a large hall.

This is a rectangular hall.

Around the main hall, there are vivid murals carved.

Right in front, there is also a huge statue.

It holds a sword in its hand, wears a helmet, and wears armor. It looks majestic and majestic like the god of the town hall of this hall.

The only weird thing is that the face of this statue has no flesh and blood.

Just like the skulls that Wang Xiaojian saw one after another in that illusion.

The style of this hall is completely different from what Wang Xiaojian has seen before.

Wang Xiaojian looked around and found that there was no door to go out.

Only under the statue, there is a tapered light gate, it seems that as long as you step into the light gate, you can leave here.

"Senior Sister and the others are not here, could they have already left?"

Wang Xiaojian looked around again, but couldn't find any figures of Tan Ningbing's daughters.

He frowned, feeling that they were leaving, leaving the hall.

Wang Xiaojian walked to the blue cone-shaped light door.

Wang Xiaojian didn't know what to see from the outside of the Guangmen Gate.

However, when he stood in front of the light gate, he could vaguely see the outside scene through the light gate.

It is the entrance of a hall in the ancient city of gold.

At this time, there were figures standing there.

It wasn't Tan Ningbing and the others, but men.

They looked rough, holding knives in their hands, and while talking, they looked in the direction of the gate from time to time, as if they were waiting for something.

And when he saw the faces of these people clearly and heard their words clearly, Wang Xiaojian showed an angry look on his face.

"Guild Master, why hasn't the last woman been sent out by the mystery of the Bronze Illusory Palace?"

"That's right, leader. I've been waiting for more than an hour. She shouldn't be dead, right?"

The Golden Ancient City, the entrance of the Bronze Illusion Hall.

A total of eight demon hunters gathered together to talk.

The leading one, known as the gang leader, was a middle-aged man.

He was wearing a robe, his face was full of pockmarks, and there was an earthworm-like scar on his face.

It was actually Liu Qingkong, the head of the Dragon Soul Clan.