The Portal of Wonderland

“Ride out!” The water sealed the moon closed the treasure bottle, his face grew white for a while, and he drank aloud.

Behind him, more than a hundred disciples of Sanguan rushed towards the mouth of the valley under the leadership of the ungrateful and the mighty tiger.

At this point, a large number of deceased skeletons suddenly crawled out of the ground and quickly poured in from both sides, blocking the passage that the water seal moon just couldn't easily open again.

Although these skeletons were not high, they prevailed in large numbers, and this delay caused people to be scattered and divided again by the spirits on all sides.

Near the mouth of the valley, several blue-skinned zombies holding a bone knife surrounded a disciple of Zhen Thunder Kwan.

The man's face flashed with a blue sword in his hand and the symbol on the surface was bright. He tried to kill a blood path and escaped from the sky, suddenly feeling a cold chest.

There was a black blade with a glittering light that penetrated through its chest.

Without any other reaction, the figure of Wu-night appeared behind him sometime.

Once his palm flipped, he had an extra black square box in his palm, a black fog came out of it, wrapped the disciple around his body, his figure blurred, and vanished in blink.

On the hillside on the right side of the valley, Zou Kai was wearing a flaming armor and was holding a red gun, waving up and down, trying to catch up with the rotten corpse.

“Roar”

A rotting dragon roared straight down the hill, smashing dozens of zombies apart, one huge mouth, spitting a stinking black rot liquid towards Zoukai.

Zoukai's gun shook at the tip of his head, and several flames flew out to greet the rotting liquid.

A “whoop” sounded, and the corrosive liquid immediately burned, soaking up a lot of black smoke.

At the same time, more than a hundred zombies and white bone dead spirits have swept up on all sides.

Zou Kai long gun forward and across, single-handedly strangled several tricks, pushed towards the body of the gun.

A red flame rolled out and turned into a giant firewall pushing down the hillside.

Dozens of zombies were poured by the firewall and burned violently.

At this moment, Zoukai looked at the flowers and saw a crystalline light shining in the firewall in front of him.

His subconscious raised the tip of the gun and stabbed it forwards.

However, the gun was stabbed in the open space.

The next moment, a crystal bone knife “popped” and pierced his neck armor, penetrating through the back of his neck.

The figure of the Dagger Spirit immediately appeared.

A lot of blood poured out of Zoukai's mouth and his body poured backwards.

Without waiting for him to fall to the ground, a swarm of black smoke had spread and swallowed his body.

At one point, the roaring voices in the valley fluctuated.

Although the hundred or more celestial disciples are not weak, the vast majority of them have celestial mid and above to cultivate, and there are even several Japanese middle-class magicians. How can the number of necromancers be so large that they surround three layers and three layers outside these people.

Everyone, almost simultaneously, has to cope with dozens, if not hundreds, of necromancer sieges.

And what despairs these disciples is that these dead spirits are never going to die.

In addition to phantom beasts, many of these spirits naturally are true spirits summoned by martial arts and night through the fall of the immortal stage, cultivated to the level of the hierarchy when the vast majority of them are counted, and will not leave phantom beads after extinction.

It's just so chaotic that no one cares about it.

The number of Sanguan disciples decreased dramatically with the collapse of the pieces of dead spirit, and after many people were defeated, they would be wrapped in a dark fog, and the next moment their weird shape would disappear.

This scene looks like it was sent out by the Dome at the time of the serious injury.

In just one hour, more than a hundred disciples of Sanguan who were hiding here have been damaged by more than half.

The disciples of Sanguan are not stingy. The water seal moon and Wanhu immediately found a favorable terrain when the wars fell into an unfavourable situation due to the courage of the Ye Gao people. At this moment, they can still support it, but the other disciples of the middle and late heavens are not so lucky. As for the early strength of the heavens, they are naturally inundated by the dead, and their lives and deaths are still uncertain.

On the other side of the valley, Ishima has left the ground sometime and is similarly besieged by a large number of dead creatures.

The purple electric light of the broken thunder sword wrapped around his hand, forming a thunder net to protect his body. There are still surrounding dead creatures to kill him, but he can't hurt him at all.

Not far from it, in another regiment, smoke is sieged as well.

It was just that the two seemed to be in a bitter war, but the real qi in the body was consuming very slowly, and even the two were retreating at a rather slow pace towards the time of arrival.

If you look closely, you can see that there are many dead spirits surrounding the two of them, but they are all just dead spirits that were repaired in the early middle of the ranks.

“Yanro, your army of spirits really surprised me, so it still works so well in the Sendai! After this battle, your army will have many more spirits, right?” Ishimaki glanced around, preaching.

“These are far from enough!” Yanro echoed coldly.

“Hey, hey, in my opinion, if it's time, I'm afraid I can really fight Heavenly Immortal.” Ishima said softly.

“You think of beauty, that's the oath you made, what does that have to do with me!” Yanro echoed.

“We'll discuss this later, so let's make sure we have access to the ruins of Kunlun.” Shi Liam seemed to hear the tone of the smoky tone gradually angry and hastily changed the subject.

At a time when the disciples of Tianjin, Zhen Thunder and Kanshui Guan were in a bitter battle, other parts of the fourteenth floor space, the teams of disciples of Guan were surrounded by thousands of dead creatures and killed.

From time to time, the situation is also precarious when people fall down and are transferred out.

On the white jade high platform outside the dome, the eight spectators and the elders' eyes were all focused on the purple mirror in the middle.

Everyone's eyes are full of concerns, but their faces are completely different.

In contrast to a faint spot before, the face of the three subjectives and elders of Tianjin, Thunder and Kanshui are simply indescribable at this moment.

“Loneliness, you three disciples. Which one is this? It's hard to understand.” The elder of the Gongshan view said with a grin.

Without waiting for Heaven to speak, the elder Wu Zeguan had said politely: “What's not to understand? Eagle's eyes have been pecked by eagle! ”

“The so-called lifting of a rock to smash one's own foot is mostly true, huh, blame it on one's own!” Cloud Dream Ze also laughed.

Silence asked heaven without a word, hands tight, forehead blue muscles slightly burst, face very ugly.

At this point, under the white jade platform, a person suddenly ran up screaming.

Silence asked Tianzheng's stomach anger was nowhere to be exhaled. When he came up, he immediately drank angrily: "Elder Xu, what are you doing here if you don't pick up the wounded disciples sent out under the tower? ”

The elder trembled and lifted his sleeves and gently rubbed the sweat off his forehead. He said carefully: "Tell your subjectives, it's not good! Beginning half an hour ago, the number of people transporting out of the tower dropped dramatically. According to statistics, more than 40 disciples who should have been sent out of the tower have been strangely disappeared. ”

“What?”

On the white jade platform, a shout broke out.

“Bullshit, how is this possible?” Silent Heaven looked at the purple mirror and said incredibly.

“Don't be ridiculous and look to the subjective.” The Elder said immediately.

“What disciples are missing?” He asked silently with his eyes wide open and hastily asked.

The elder dared not look directly at him, and lowered his head slightly: "All are disciples of Tianjin, Kanhui, and Thunder. ”

“What the hell is going on here! ”

This statement, including the silence of the heavens, the remaining two views of the idea and the elders, showed great surprise.

The silence of the heavenly heart raises an ominous feeling.

……

The uprising in the fourteenth layer of space is continuing.

In the meantime, the disciples who had just been transferred from the thirteenth floor to the fourteenth floor, almost immediately, were besieged by a large number of phantom beasts and then transferred out.

After surviving the initial unrest, finding favourable terrain and starting to form a full defense, many of the teams here gradually began to stabilize as a rare life-and-death exercise.

After all, phantom beasts cannot really kill people. This experience of entering the Dome Tower is often valuable!

However, Sanguan disciples were severely killed and injured as a result of the nearest bloody lake altar, bearing the greatest number of phantom beasts and the siege of a large legion of truly dead spirits.

By this point, only about ten people had remained in the spectators and were surrounded in the middle by numerous Legions of the Undead.

“No, I can't hold on to it. What kind of Kunlun ruins, even if I don't go!” A Kanhui disciple shouted in horror and then turned his hand to take out the Xuan Dome token and inject true qi.

The purple light flashed and the figure disappeared, leaving the dome tower.

With this person in the lead, some of the other already frightened disciples in Sanguan also bit their teeth and immediately removed the Xuan Dome token, prompting them to leave.

In the blink of an eye, the purple flashed.

At this moment, the disciples of Sanguan are still only seven or eight people, one back and one back is surrounded by a circle, and they stay here, unwilling to withdraw from the trial, Shui Fengyue, do not be stingy, Wanhu from the three of them are in it.

Half of the population is down, and the rest of us suddenly increase pressure again, and the tide of dead creatures around us generally surges.

The rest of them did their utmost, practicing their magic flashes in one piece, barely resisting the surrounding offensive, but they were also in danger and could be broken at any moment.

Shui Fengyue three people were also injured at this moment, and all three looked at each other, showing a slight intention to retreat.

After all, the phantom beasts here do not really kill people, but the injuries are not false.

However, the three of them, as the disciples of Sanguan, how to say if they quit, will not only lose their prestige in front of the younger brothers and sisters of their own view, but will also not be able to raise their heads in front of other views.

“Roar!”

At this moment, a terrible roar came from the depths of the surrounding Necromancer Army, and the offensive of the Necromancer Army immediately intensified, and the dark light of the Necromancer flooded three of the three spectators again.