Chapter 182: Inside the Shayuan

Go?

Not go?

Fan Jian didn't know what his choice was.

With the water of Kunbing to wash, he could also conceal his own breath.

He himself didn't know what role he could play by joining the game.

Ring, ring

Can you help? ． ． ．

Fan Jian's mind was wandering at this time, and his thoughts jumped out. Nothing that happened outside affected him.

Consciousness sank into a hazy, boundless"

The white deer, as tall as the sky, slowly lowered his head and looked at him. There was energy around him, wrapping Fan Jian, like a transformation? Turning him into something, into another bloodline?

"Yo~!!! "

A hollow and resounding deer cry filled Fan Jian's mind, and then his consciousness was forced to exit that ethereal state.

His mind was a little confused, and he only saw the ring in his hand flashing light. There seemed to be a huge movement in the distance. Everyone on the city wall had a trace of horror and fear in their eyes?

A big hole was broken in the thunder and fire armor on Zhu Meng's body, and his body flew backwards and smashed into the city.

The water element in Fan Jian's hand quickly condensed, summoned several water shields and some water balls as a buffer, and caught the opponent.

"Thank you-" Zhu Meng exhaled, with a heavy look on his face.

There were several monarch-level auras in the distance, each more powerful than the other, and each with an imposing aura.

Han Ji called out to those who were willing to enter the Shayuan, with ancient The descendants of the old king organized a team.

Fan Jian, Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou and others joined the team.

Fan Jian mainly acted as a protective mage on the periphery, and the military commander Yao Ting and Lu Xu were in front of him using super-class magic to clear the way.

Zhu Meng recovered from the space compass of the space system - the dead axis and the wind system's wind-annihilating dry blade, and released super-class magic with the chief of the imperial guards Lu Huan.

The magic of several super-class mages was brilliant, more dazzling than that of all the magicians present. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of undead were annihilated. Several of the eight dead kings came and stood not far away. As time passed, they would slowly arrive in front of the ancient capital city.

There were a group of undead armies around them, fighting hard.

The commander-level undead appeared! Everyone pay attention! "A mage shouted loudly.

The water and light mages on both sides blocked them one after another, and Fan Jian was among them, summoning high-level water constellations to protect this team of people and horses moving forward to the evil abyss.

If you look down from above, you will find that there is an empty road, which is completely piled with undead, under their feet, and it continues to expand as they move forward.

A green eye appeared in the ghost fog, and it kept swinging out a series of bone-twisting claws with green light.

There is a terrifyingly huge creature, with bone wings covering the sky and the sun, and it descended on the battlefield with a dense and bustling army of skeletons.

The battle situation became more and more intense, and many super-class mages in the ancient capital took action, each blocking and hindering their attack.

You hurry into the evil abyss! Don't delay! "Han Ji shouted loudly.

This small group of people is getting closer and closer to the huge black hole.

Fan Jian can feel that the biting cold is getting stronger and stronger like a knife.

This constant blowing of cold wind makes people tremble, as if they are really about to be in hell, and their souls will be torn into pieces by evil spirits.

The cold wind is whistling, and the evil spirits are crying. The closer they get, the more they can witness its true face.

It is so dark that you can't see the bottom, a bottomless pit.

"We can't move forward. If we continue, we will be dragged down." said the captain of the guards who controlled the wind boat.

This strong suction has been constantly pulling the wind boat towards the black hole.

There are no dense undead around, and they seem to be afraid of this huge black hole. "See you in the ancient capital! "

The captain of the imperial guards forced a smile on his face and shouted to everyone,

'Sack, you must come back alive! "Mo Fan cursed."

Fan Jian stood at a distance from the evil abyss. He did not step in immediately, but watched Mo Fan and the others jump in one by one.

Mo Fan was protected by the light of the Xiao Ni pendant, while Zhang Xiaohou and Fang Gu went in without any harm.

The evil abyss seemed to expand forward a few points at this time. Before Fan Jian could react, the powerful suction pulled him in directly.

The cold wind kept tearing, and it was like the painful wailing of the wronged souls in hell. The cold claws of the bones kept tearing at its body.

Falling straight into the pit of the evil abyss, Fan Jian widened his eyes. He felt that his heart was about to stop. This was not a joke.

All around, there were bodies, or corpses!

There were also those who were disgusting to an indescribable degree. Ghosts and corroded things were waiting for them like a surging sea wave.

The cries, roars, and screams mixed together, as if coming from hell, and passed into his ears, as if to explode his eardrums.

The ghosts' resentment kept hitting him, making him want to die.

Was he going to die?

Maybe he was really going to die.

Fan Jian fainted in a daze. The ring emitted a burst of light, sacred, as if some noble energy wrapped it, and there was a constant blue light flashing in it, protecting him.

I don't know how long it took, when Fan Jian woke up and looked around, his first thought was that he was really in hell.

Then he saw Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou lying on the ground, and slowly got up at this time, with cold juice flowing down his face, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

The space in the evil abyss, the folded space, was even more awesome and vast than the interior of the Pearl Tower.

It was like a new world.

"So awesome!" Mo Fan couldn't help but sigh. This ancient king's treasure was not left to future generations, but built a big tomb for himself.

The surroundings were gray and hazy. The top seemed to be made of those resentful ghosts. They were constantly roaring, trying to pull the few people who fell down back and tear them into pieces.

There were many bones under the desolate mounds, all of which were unknown creatures, and perhaps human bones.

"Look!" Zhang Xiaohou pointed to the dark clouds that were constantly rolling and covering the sky.

Like a meat grinder, the mixed corpses and ghosts kept squeezing and struggling. The dark clouds became more and more intense and expanded, as if they would rain down in the next moment.

Crack, crack, crack!

There were corpses falling down, as expected.

The corpse rain cloud kept floating towards Fan Jian, Mo Fan and the other four, getting closer and closer. The skeletons, ghosts and undead that fell from it swarmed towards them, covering the sky and the earth, and kept climbing up from the upper hill at a very fast speed.

"I'm going, I'm going, run!"

"Here, here!"

"There, there seems to be a light spot, go there!"

'What a light spot, that's a palace!"