Thunder Martial

Above the ancient soldiers, the silver light shines, emitting a rustic atmosphere, the purple hands hold the ancient soldiers, the whole person emits a golden light, like a golden armored war god, towards the seventh layer of restraint, stabbing hard.

“Whoops!”

The air burst with ears and ears, the ancient soldiers stabbed hard on the restraint, and a breath of destruction shook.

“Boom!”

The restraint of tremor, constant distortion, eventually a loud burst, the entire seventh layer of restraint, was broken by purple.

The crowd couldn't help but be surprised, each rushing toward the seventh level and going fast.

“Go! ”

“Seventh floor, I'm coming! ”

“Go!”

Ancient soldiers have appeared on the sixth floor, so what is on the seventh floor, no one knows, can imagine, is no weaker than an ancient soldier.

Canghe, Lao Mao, Wang Shan, Wushan, the light flashed in the hands of the four people, the proscribed weapons have appeared, the seventh layer of things, most likely inherited, the proscribed weapons should also be launched.

All the surviving monks, all rushed in, black pressed, like locusts, they growled, they were excited.

“Boom!”

But then, from the seventh floor, a powerful breath emerged, a very scary breath, all kinds of heaven and earth, only my pride, horrible breath as the sea, unpredictable.

The monks rushed in like the tide, but at this moment it was like a big wave, coming out of the seventh floor, many people were thrown away, unstable and fell from the sky.

Screaming, screaming, ringing.

“Pfft!” “Pfft! ”

Some people are unlucky, but when they fall, their bodies fall on top of the sharp instrument and are instantly pierced and their life dissipates.

People were crowded, people were beaten, and they took off indiscriminately, and in the meantime, many more monks died as a result of panic and constant attacks.

There was blood rain in the sky, and many monks died.

“Pong!” “Pong!” “Pong! ”

One way to land sounded, screamed terribly, and sounded all over the field.

Naturally, Zizhen was not here. When he broke the ban on the seventh floor, he pulled Liu Bo and flew to the rear. He quickly crossed the crowd's head and reached the old man and the big man.

It's just that the two of them just fell, and countless monks were bombarded with energy behind them.

“What a terrible thing. What is it? ”

Liu Bo's face feared that if Zixuan did not pull herself away, she would be bombarded by energy even if she was not trampled to death by others.

The other great forces were also shocked and looked to the seventh level.

“What happened and exactly what was it? ”

“What a horrible aura, I didn't see anything and was thrown out? ”

Everyone looked at the seventh floor, looking neatly, but after seeing the seventh layer, even the expression was the same.

“What, how can it be like this? ”

“This is the seventh level? ”

“How come there's only one statue? ”

Everyone is foolish, they have predicted many versions before, there may be secrets, there may be tactics, there may be a divine weapon, there may be a demonic beast of little demon level.

They thought a lot, guessed a lot, but never thought that there was only one statue here.

A statue that looks ordinary and doesn't have any peculiarities.

Everybody's a fool.

“The statue is a statue. ”

But compared to all the people, after purple saw the statue, it was extremely shocked, the old man and the big man, the expression was also shocked.

Because this statue, very similar to the statue found outside, is almost the same person, but it's very different.

“What's going on, how come there's only one statue on the seventh floor?” Someone is speechless.

The leaders of these powerful forces, who had previously held the forbidden weapon and tried to strike it out, had no treasure. In this last layer, there was only one statue, a broken statue.

“What the fuck is going on? There are ancient soldiers on the sixth floor. How can there be a broken statue on the seventh floor? ”

“It's such a rotten statue that nobody even looks at it on the first floor. ”

Some people are dissatisfied and complain.

“Boom!”

But the voice just dropped, and from the statue's hand, a light poured out, hitting two unspeakable people.

“Psst!”

A slight noise struck them with a light and their figure dissipated as if they were illusions.

One hit, became flying ash.

“What?”

“The statue will attack automatically. ”

Everyone's face changed dramatically, casual light, there was no smell of terror in it, but they beat the two great success into flying ashes.

“What's the matter, a rotten statue will attack again?” There was a monk who didn't believe in evil, crooked his head and stared at the statue.

“Whoosh!”

At this moment, a light reappeared on the statue, falling on the latter, and the body of the other party was as if it were illusory and scattered at one stroke.

“This statue is clearly a worldless man, and we should all show a little respect.” The old man speaks and reminds kindly.

Even three people died, and there was no residue left. This was a strange matter. The old man's reminder made sense.

“Bullshit, this statue is just an ordinary statue. There is no energy spinning at all. This piece of shit will attack and kill me. I don't believe it. Someone must be confused.” A monk stared at the statue for half a day and didn't see any hall of fame, he said aloud.

“Whoosh!”

But his voice had just fallen and a light had once again flown out of the statue, which, like the previous three, had dissipated silently.

“Isn't that terrible?” After watching for a while, he was afraid, you know, that day he had no fondness for the statue, but the other side just punished him and didn't kill him.

But today, this statue is so terrible.

“I'll chop you up and see what you do!” A monk drank heavily, rose up empty-handed and struck a sharp knife.

“Boom!”

Once again, the statue shines, falling on the knife and dissipating, while the light falls on the other side, the latter turning into flying ash and dissipating in an empty space.

“Weird, weird, weird indeed.” The masses frowned.

“Is this inheritance?” Someone asked.

“This is the seventh and last floor, where the statues appear, naturally deliberate, and most likely inherited. ”

“This may be about us looking at the statue and understanding the inheritance. ”

There was a monk talking, and then everyone was in peace, and it made sense.

“How can it be so? ”

The major forces on both sides were very discouraged. They brought many people, banned weapons, to seize them, but now, a statue has emerged that everyone can understand.

Just when they were speechless, everyone's eyes fell on the statue, and they had a bewildered, disdainful, puzzling look, but slowly, like they understood something, the color of the gods grew condensed, like they were settled.

“There are doorways. ”

Those forces were also reluctant to show weakness, staring at the statues and eventually falling prey to them.

“Another statue, don't know what I can understand? ”

Purple beams also filled with anticipation, eyes staring at the statue, into the awareness.

Thoughts turned and purple seemed to see the statue alive and turned into a great man on the shore.

“It's him!” Purple recognized the other, the one who created the polar sun.

The surrounding scene seems to have changed and thousands of people disappeared from sight. At this moment, this is a vacant place with only purple and great shore men.

“Here you are. ”

The great shore of men, even sitting there, gives a feeling of heaven and earth, the only feeling of pride.

Purple heart vibrated, the man's words, like Tianwei's, were almost identical to those of the previous understanding of the polar sun.

“You're finally here.” The majestic voice rang out again.

“Senior is talking to me?” Purple as a gallbladder.

“Is there anyone else out here?” Man turns around, it's a face that can't see, like a mist, like a statue.

“Really... is it really me?” The violet voice trembled and was shocked.

This statue, which has existed for tens of thousands of years, actually speaks and talks like a normal person.

“A man can live for 10,000 years?” Zizheng jumped.

“Are you a man?” Asked in a low voice, but as soon as he spoke, he felt abrupt and wanted to smoke his own two big mouths. Isn't that abusive?

“Man?” who knew the man, seemed to think for a moment, "I don't think so. ”

“No?” Purple glanced silly. The man in front of him was not a human being. It was too scary.

Could it be a monster?

Zi Zheng's heart has a retreat.

“Though I am not human, I have a normal mind to talk to you.” The man opens his mouth and is in great shape, full of pressure.

Even when standing in front of others, Zijuan feels a great deal of pressure.

“For countless years, I can't remember for a long time, and finally someone was recognized by the Sun.” The man said slowly.

“Polar Yang approval? Are you talking about the extreme sun?” Purple stares at each other.

“Nice, you get the approval of the polar sun, it's your creation, and I'm the polar shade, and you get the polar sun, which is the equivalent of the polar shade.” Men talk.

“Polar Sun, Polar Yin?” Purple wonder, “isn't the polar sun a tactic of war, shouldn't it be inherited here, is it also a tactic of war? ”

“Tactics, inheritance?” The man was asked a question.

However, seeing Purple Sun is more confusing than him, and slowly said: “I and the Sun are a sentiment left behind by the master, put in this inheritance place, in order to enable talented people to understand, thus enlighten the Yin and Yang, and achieve endless achievements. ”

Zi Qian was confused and could not understand.

“However, for so many years, I have not met anyone recognized by the Sun. Recently, not even a single person has come, I was disappointed, I did not expect to meet you today.” Polar vagina said.

“Recently, are you talking about 10,000 years?” No pole has been extinguished for 10,000 years, but Pole Yin says that no one has come in the recent past.

“Ten thousand years? I reckon it's been, like, 10,000 years lately.” Polar vagina said.

Zijuan was silent immediately.

recently, indeed, tens of thousands of years.