At the end of the twelfth corridor, a light and shadow in red suddenly appeared.
Before anyone could see clearly, the air where the red light and shadow was was instantly torn apart. The light and shadow also turned into a red light again and jumped into the tenth corridor at high speed.
"What on earth is that, so fast?" One person looked at the red light and shadow in the distance, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Alone?"
"Who can be that fast?"
"I'm afraid, it's a cultivator..."
"Moreover, he came out of the twelfth corridor, Xiu Shen!"
At this point, everyone's throats rolled involuntarily, and a trace of horror flashed across their eyes.
The twelfth corridor, Xiu Shen!
However, just as the red light and shadow faded away, another wave of terrifying power swept over the place. Everyone seemed to have a huge pressure on their hearts, and everyone felt short of breath.
Bang!
At the end of the twelfth corridor, the ground suddenly exploded. A very deep footprint appeared there, with cracks surrounding it.
But the strange thing is that although there were footprints, no one saw anyone, as if the footprints appeared out of thin air.
Bang!
There was another muffled sound, and less than a third of the time after the previous footprints appeared, another ground exploded fifty meters in front of the footprints, sending gravel flying everywhere.
A clear mark of a single foot appeared there, and soon everyone saw that the place seemed to be slightly distorted, and a blurry black shadow flashed.
But before anyone could see clearly, the blurry shadow trembled violently again, and two consecutive explosions sounded.
A footprint appeared at the end of the tenth corridor, and an explosion sounded from the tenth corridor.
Bang bang bang...
The muffled sounds kept going away, and the strange pressure from before slowly dissipated.
Everyone present had their pupils constricted and stared at the tenth corridor. After a long while, someone took a long breath, and his back was already wet with cold sweat.
"Is this the real strong man who appears and disappears again within two breaths?" One person was slightly lost and muttered to himself.
"What kind of monsters are in the twelfth corridor!"
"Did they really come in from the entrance of the twelfth corridor?"
"It's unmistakable. Those still in the twelfth corridor are either monsters we can't imagine. Or they are people who dare to enter from the end at the risk of their lives!"
At this time, everyone present was a little lucky. Fortunately, although they were greedy, they did not enter the twelfth corridor and the eleventh corridor.
The twelfth corridor is too weird. There are so many monsters like that just now that we really can’t risk entering.
As for the eleventh corridor...
Everyone looked at the five cultivators guarding at the end of the corridor with fearful eyes and shook their heads secretly.
Xing Ruolan of the Xing family entered the eleventh corridor from the entrance. Now the five cultivators of his Xing family are guarding the door for her. No one dares to break in.
You know, the five of them have not yet entered the palace complex, and their strength has not been suppressed. One is cultivating the sixth level of Shen, two are cultivating the fourth level, and two are cultivating the third level. Faced with such a luxurious lineup, no matter how greedy people are, they can only shake their heads and sigh.
Therefore, the tenth corridor has become almost the only place that everyone can rob. Many people had entered the tenth corridor long before.
Among them is a second-level cultivator from the Jun family, Jun Linquan. A third-level cultivator from the Feng family, Feng Xiangdong. And the three cultivators of the Yu family, Yu Zuocheng, Yu Hui, and Yu Lan.
In addition, there are many strong people entering it, and now the tenth corridor has almost become the most lively corridor.
In the tenth corridor, Jinchen flew all the way. Occasionally, if she encounters some unsighted people who block her path, she will deal with them casually.
But the faster she flew, the more her eyebrows knitted together.
"What the hell? Why haven't you met Yinglang for so long? Where has he gone?"
On the other side, Jun Linquan had disheveled hair and black smoke all over his body, as if he had just crawled out of a charcoal fire. He looked extremely miserable.
He looked in the direction of the entrance of the corridor, his eyes were blood red, and murderous intent gathered around him, making the air feel a little heavier.
"Yinglang, right? It would be great if you obediently hand over everything in the corridor, but you want to attack me. You are simply seeking death!" Jun Linquan roared with a ferocious face, and the figure roared out, heading straight for the corridor. Corridor direction.
While running wildly, fist-sized crystal blue water balls continued to appear around Jun Linquan, shooting straight ahead like cannonballs.
A few hundred meters away, Ying Lang's figure jumped and jumped to avoid the attacks coming from behind. He suddenly turned around and threw a huge fireball in his hand behind him. With a "boom" sound, the fireball exploded and turned into a sea of fire, blocking Yinglang's back.
Some water balloons were thrown into the sea of fire, making a hissing sound, and then turned into steam and slowly floated away.
Seeing this, Jun Linquan was so angry that he almost exploded. He clapped his hands together, pulled out a wavy sword, and threw it into the sea of fire.
"Water Spirit Sword. Rain Curtain!" Jun Linquan shouted coldly. His long sword hit the sea of fire and instantly turned into a thin layer of water curtain, blocking the surrounding flames and carving out a path in the sea of fire.
Jun Linquan sneered, jumped up, and passed through the sea of fire.
But before he could be proud for a few seconds, he saw an earth-yellow crescent-shaped slash coming straight towards him.
"Asshole!" Jun Linquan yelled angrily. He took out a long sword, a spiritual weapon, and waved around it, piercing straight towards the earth-yellow light that was flying towards him.
Bang!
The two styles collided with a muffled sound and endless impact. But Jun Linquan just stamped his feet hard, crushing the ground, and flew forward again.
"Boy, you pissed me off. Let me show you another fourth-grade combat skill of my Jun family, Netherworld Wave Power!"
Jun Linquan squinted his eyes and looked forward. There seemed to be a vague figure a few hundred meters away.
He smiled coldly, moved his hands together, and drew layers of water curtains in front of him. The water curtain formed, making bursts of "swishing" sounds.
Hearing the sound of water, Jun Linquan's eyes sneered even more. He struck out several seals very quickly, causing the water curtain to shake even more violently.
When the water curtain swayed to a certain limit, Jun Linquan showed a ferocious look on his lips. He quickly stretched out his finger and touched the water curtain.
There was only a "crash" sound, and a crystal blue energy fingerprint flew out of the water curtain at high speed. The water curtain also twisted and turned into a stream of water, following the fingerprints.
Finally, the water flow completely disappeared, leaving only a finger force flying out of the air.
Ahead, Yinglang was running wildly. Suddenly, his heart tightened, and a sense of crisis came to his mind. He turned around hurriedly, and a deep and dark fist mark was instantly punched out.
"War Demon Destroying Immortal Fist."
Bang!
Almost as soon as the black fist print rushed out, the crystal blue fingerprint came forward. The two collided, and the infinite impact raged out, leaving scars on the ground.
Finally, there was just a pop sound, and a terrifying blood hole the size of a little finger appeared on Ying Lang's shoulder, and gurgling blood slowly flowed out.
"Damn it!" Ying Lang covered his shoulders and looked toward the end of the corridor with an ugly expression.
However, after waiting for several minutes, he did not see Jun Linquan coming. He only heard a few muffled sounds, which made him quite confused.
When he was about to investigate, the sound of crisp footsteps came slowly.
A girl in a red dress was holding Jun Linquan's neck with one hand and walking towards him with a smile.
Seeing the person clearly, Ying Lang's pupils shrank, his throat rolled, and he spit out two words: "Jin, Chen..."
