Zhanxian

“Anything else?” Yang Chen did not immediately respond to the request of your son, but shouted a few more times behind them, as if someone was still following him.

“Don't worry, it won't happen again.” Your son is very confident in his strength, even if Yang Chen did not respond to him immediately, but his facial attitude has not changed slightly. He is still as calm as usual, Wen Wenya: “The rest are dead. ”

Yang Chen greatly appreciated this patient and impatient prince, at least at this time he showed a very good feeling. Unfortunately, if he was not so greedy and followed into the tomb of the Immortal King, Yang Chen might meet him outside. To admire his impatience and to admire the beauty of his journey. Unfortunately, the time and place were not right, and the only good feelings Yang Chen had dissipated.

“None?” Yang Chen looked around and nodded at the 23 remaining monks: “Now that there is no one else, come in and take a look! I won't let you down. ”

After that, Yang Chen took the four girls with him to the final tomb. Your brother-in-law did not look at the 18 monks at all. He smiled and walked into the tomb with four beautiful women.

The remaining two groups of eighteen monks figured each other out. Everyone patiently waited for Yang Chenyin to die all the advanced monks, forced to show up until now, but was immediately struck by the Shadow Demon Leopard. Finally, this prince, a smile on his face, was the harshest one. Especially with the latter attitude, they're not even in the eye.

At this moment, it seems that the final secret of the Immortal Tomb is about to be revealed. Go or stay? If you go, you may run all the way, you can escape a life, believe that Yang Chen is fine, that your son is fine, and you will not attack those who flee. Stay, maybe see the last secret of the tomb, maybe not.

The two options look easy, you can live by walking, and you can't stay. But these monks are hard to decide. It's so easy to get to the door. You're about to see the final answer. Let them go. Who can put it down? It's all right to go, but follow Yang Chen along the way to suffer even for nothing. Especially when he arrived here without any action, he was frightened by Shadow Demon Leopard and the noble man, which is more painful for a monk than death.

The two masters dressed in red and green looked at each other and saw the unhappy light in each other's eyes. The two of them thought almost the same thing. The next moment, they walked directly towards the cemetery door and never looked back.

This was a direct stimulus for sixteen Taoists, who finally decided to go in and take a look, weighing in half a day between humiliating life and the possibility of danger and death. Back in Baoshan, it's not their style.

Despite the delay of some time by the 16 Taoists, Yang Chen seemed patient and had been waiting for their decision. Nor did your son hasten, but rather, he was delighted to have a tea case in a corner to enjoy the beautifully served refreshments.

“Humph! Mama and Mama are delayed!” As soon as the sixteen Taoists came in, they heard the cold grunts of the two red and green masters beside them, who seemed very dissatisfied with their delay.

The burial chamber is large, at least tens of square circles, and there is no pillar in the huge burial chamber, empty. In the middle is a large coffin, finely carved and looks perfect. There was no sign of disturbance in the tomb room, and the incoming monks had been killed by a peripheral formation before they could enter the tomb room.

Now there are only four people in the big graveyard. Yang Chen who and four women, your son and four beautiful women, two red and green masters, sixteen Taoists. Yang Chen is on the left, your son is on the right, red and green masters and sixteen Taoists are in the middle, but each is a long way apart.

“Are we all here?” Yang Chen looked at the stationed people and walked to the front of the four women, side by side with him, facing the huge coffin and said: “Then I opened it with my own hands. If you want to see the answer, be careful! ”

As a reminder, Yang Chen immediately began to work out the trick. Others were already ready to stop when Yang Chen spoke. Sixteen Taoists even resorted to the magic treasure without any hesitation, pinching it in their hands to be ready at all times.

Yang Chen's trick finally landed on the coffin. The slightly sparkling trick was like a spark of stars, instantly igniting the protection on the coffin. Boom, the strongest defensive array erupted, completely covering everyone in the entire graveyard.

Where the Mixed Heaven has first wrapped the Fourth Lady of Yang and himself, under the reminder of Yang Chen, even let out the Kun Circle and put the people in it. The protection is very thoughtful.

Yang Chen naturally doesn't have to work too hard when there is a great god. If Yang Chen protects himself again at this time, it would be an insult to the Great God.

The owner of the Immortal Tomb regards any living creature that has entered the tomb as an enemy to life and death. How could a closed cemetery, so many formations on the periphery, have been broken in by living creatures besides a monk with a bad heart? So the protection on the coffin in the graveyard is the strongest, the means of attack is the harshest, and the scope of the attack is also devoid of any dead end. A move is a kill move, and there is no room for moderation at all.

Except for the Yang Chen family, who seemed relaxed and self-assured, everyone else was very serious about protecting them. At this moment, we can't think about anything more, and we'll talk about it after this attack.

“This last protection must also have enough lives to make amends.” Yang Chen looked at the Taoists who were defending each other not far away, the red and green masters, as well as your son and the four beautiful women, and said, “I was still saddened, the guys who rushed in before did not rush into the graveyard, quite a failure. I didn't expect someone to help me. What a blessing! ”

Speaking with which, Yang Chen turned to the side with a smile again, and said to a dry expert who was struggling to protect him: “Gentlemen, there is no need to argue about mantis or lark now, there is no need to argue about who took the slingshot, survival is the most important thing. ”

At this moment, the sixteen monks, the lowest in relative terms, are already struggling, and they would not have supported such a fierce attack if they had not been boosted by the formation of two gossip arrays. Even if you can barely sustain it, six of the sixteen Taoists who have been made worse have begun to spill blood in their mouths.