Chapter 827: Lifeless

As soon as Su Han stepped into the Temple of Death, the gate behind him disappeared and turned into a black mist.

At the same time, a mysterious force swept toward him in an instant.

This power seems to be madly drawing on the vitality in his body.

The capillaries on the skin continued to burst and blood oozes.

The restoring power of the Undead Physique played a role at this moment, contending with this mysterious power, and constantly repairing Su Han's body.

Su Han frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to touch the direction that was originally the gate, but now Hei Mist.

In the end, it was discovered that these black mists were very hard and difficult to destroy, just like a wall, blocking Su Han's retreat.

"Is it not allowed to leave before the time is up."

Su Han's eyes moved slightly, and he felt that mysterious power became stronger and stronger, madly corroding his body.

With the Undead Eucharist, this power will not have much influence on Su Han in a short time.

Su Han took a few steps forward slowly, carefully looking at the surrounding scenes.

At this look, he saw endless dead bones.

In this gloomy and cold hall, a bunch of white withered bones kept lying on the ground in various movements.

Then there are dead bones lying on them again, if you don't look carefully, they are like white hills.

"There are tens of thousands of these dry bones. It seems that there are really a lot of martial arts who have died in the Temple of Death these years."

Su Han sighed in his heart.

The dry bones on the ground are far and near, and the farthest ones are almost reaching the depths of the hall.

It's so dark and faint, it's not very real.

Su Han subconsciously opened the purple magic pupil, his eyes instantly penetrated the void, and he saw an empty throne!

"Those who are weak will die soon after entering the Temple of Death, while the more powerful martial masters can go farther. The farthest bone is also more than ten feet away from the throne. "

Su Han frowned slightly.

Whether this Temple of Death is the same as the Temple of Life, Su Han does not know.

But the danger here is indeed countless times stronger than the Temple of Life. From the moment he entered the Temple, he was already in a certain ‘test’.

Without the Undead Eucharist, Su Han felt that if he supported the Tea Kungfu, he might become one of those dead bones on the ground.

"Xuanyi's power is increasing again, this should be a certain kind of death."

When Su Han thought, he walked decisively in the direction of the throne.

The death aura is getting stronger and the way of retreat is blocked again. Even if he stays still, when the death aura is strong enough to overwhelm the restoring power of the Undead Eucharist, he will undoubtedly die.

Only the empty throne in the distance may be the key to survival!

The skin on Su Han's body began to ulcerate in a large area, and it healed quickly. As his pace of progress accelerated, the intensity of death energy around him slowly increased.

He didn't take a few steps, and there was a voice behind him.

I saw gray-haired elders walking out of the black fog, looking around in amazement.

Among them, an old man with sparse hair and a little blood drop was looking at himself in horror.

His physical body rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even if he sacrificed the body-protecting Qi, that power can directly bypass it and act on his flesh!

"help me!"

He reached out and grabbed it around.

The others quickly stepped back and watched this scene with shocked eyes.

Accompanied by an unwilling cry, the old man turned into a dead bone and fell at the door of the Death Temple.

The rest of the people are also suffering from the assault of death, because the cultivation base is different, the talent is different, some people rot very slowly, but some people rot quickly.

"Lin Walking, do we have a chance to survive!"

Someone looked at Su Han's back and asked in a sad voice.

"If you can get to the end of the hall, you have a chance to survive."

Su Han didn't look back, and kept moving forward.

He knew that these elders were basically unlikely to see that throne, and he had to turn on the purple magic pupil to see the throne.

This shows that there is some kind of power, possibly death air, which is affecting the fluctuation of the air and at the same time affecting people's sight.

"The end of the hall?"

"It's so dark there, you can't see anything!"

"Since this walker said so, there must be a reason.

Let's go, anyway, it's a dying body, what's terrible.

If you really pass this test, you may still have a chance to survive! "

"Then go!"

More and more old people followed Su Han's pace and walked towards the end of the hall.

It's just that they found that every time they took a step, the death energy around them became stronger. Some people only took two or three steps, and they were corroded to death on the spot, becoming one of the dead bones on the ground.

Every Wu Zun couldn't resist watching this scene. Since it came, it was already psychologically prepared.

Even the funeral has been settled long ago!

There was a miserable howl, and some people did not say a word until they died, maintaining the last dignity of Wu Zun.

When Su Han reached the withered bones farthest from the hall, there were more than a hundred martial masters behind him, and only a few people remained.

The skin on their bodies has all disappeared, revealing bright red flesh and blood that is still being corroded.

This kind of appearance looks extremely terrible, ordinary people will have a nightmare when they see it.

Wu Zun, the concentrating peak who is closest to Su Han, looked at Su Han's state, and his eyes showed a touch of sigh:

"No wonder he dares to set foot here."

After speaking, this concentrating peak Wu Zun sat down without saying a word, his body gradually becoming boneless.

There are traces of Su Han being eaten away by the death Qi, but the resilience of the Undead Eucharist has been contending with the death Qi.

So walking so far, he still looks like a normal person.

Su Han never looked back. He quickly surpassed the furthest withered bone. At this time, he was only five feet away from the throne.

The movement behind him became smaller and smaller, and finally became silent.

One step, two steps.

Su Han kept approaching the throne.

Soon, the death energy around him skyrocketed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was even a faint whistling wind.

"Sure enough, the closer you get to this throne, the more terrifying the death will be. This throne is the source of death in the hall, and even if it is not, it is related to it."

After determining the guess in his heart, Su Han's eyes became more determined, and all his hair had disappeared.

The restoring power of the Undead Body was not wasted in such a place, because the dead energy around it, even Su Han's pupils were eroding.

Unknowingly, the strength of the dead energy overwhelmed the restoring power of the Undead Eucharist, and Su Han's skin had gradually disappeared, revealing flesh and blood.

In this short distance, the consumption of the Undead Eucharist has reached its limit.

At this moment, he was still ten feet away from the throne, as if within reach.

But his primordial power and qi energy were almost exhausted!

Su Han directly took out an eighth-rank recovery pill and swallowed it, and swallowed three great recovery pill. The resilience of the Immortal Eucharist is as if the dry land meets the rain, strengthening it again!