The Emerald Tower

The busy Harlem had left the underground, so he did not hear Dean's vocal questioning.

And such words echoed underground, and eventually disappeared without a trace.

Dean was sitting there with the body of the conquering king in front of him, losing the support of the [Dragon Head Sword] with both hands, and was placed on his knees by Haring, like some sitting statues in the religious temple.

However, none of those stone-female and clay-like statues can possess the aura of a corpse in front of them.

Needless to say, Dean was shocked before.

That's right, Harlem felt domineering before, it was not his illusion, nor was it what Dean explained.

It really exists!

Dean felt it too, and, more clearly than Haring——

Dean felt anger in the dominance that seemed to fill the entire world and overturn the world.

An anger that burns everything.

Therefore, after Harlem left, he asked about the corpse in front of him.

No, it shouldn't be a corpse.

When Dean felt the domineering will, the corpse in front of him was no longer a corpse.

Although Dean didn't understand the other party's situation, it was certain that it was not a real death.

At most, it's... suspended animation! %　

Dean gave such adjectives.

"Are you angry?"

Dean asked again.

However, as usual, there was no answer at all, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and moved closer to the body of the Conquer King.

And just when Dean's fingertips were about to touch the conquering body. That overbearing meaning that overturned the world. Appeared again. In an instant, Dean was enveloped.

...

West Ti, somewhere.

King Xiti, who was worshipped by the entire kingdom, walked slowly on the downward steps.

His steps are not only powerful, but also with a convincing aura, just like his majestic face, breaking away from the innocence and tenderness of young people, and entering the maturity of the manhood. Perfectly combined with the breath of the king.

Glittering tenacious and proud eyes glanced at the gloomy gate at the end of the stone steps. This was a gate made up of two doors. It was ten feet high and covered with dense magical inscriptions, carrying a breath of extreme danger.

Feeling the dangerous breath, King Xiti showed a contemptuous smile, the tall, straight body twisted slightly, and the immense power gathered on that fist.

boom!

The fist slammed on the dark gate. In the power that made the surrounding earth tremble, the gloomy gate remained motionless.

in contrast. Flames rose from above, enveloping King Xiti in it in an instant.

but--

Boom, boom, boom!

Ignoring the burning of the flames, King Xiti hit the second, third, and fourth punches!

The magic inscription on the originally immobile dark gate began to flash again and again, and finally when the fourth punch was made, a magic inscription collapsed under a huge force, causing a gap in the two doors of the dark gate.

Just like dominoes, the fall of one brand is the fall of all the brands.

The gloomy gate in front of you is the same.

boom!

King Xiti hit the gloomy gate with his fifth punch. Suddenly, in the roar, the three-foot-thick and over-ton gate was smashed into the air.

Shaking his body, countless flames scattered all over, and King Xiti strode in.

But the two who had been following King Xiti, but under King Xiti's momentum, followed.

"Your Majesty, after passing through the gate as recorded in the literature, you will encounter trials of thousands of troops..."

Mortish, one of Xiti's old gold powerhouses, reminded their king at this time.

However, King Xiti did not heed such reminders at all.

He did not intend to stop at all in his footsteps, strode forward, with a breath of indomitable progress.

The invisible and intangible aura radiated from the tall and straight body, causing the huge square in front of you to tremble violently, and the arrow that had been ready for a long time was shot out.

Thousands of arrows fell like a torrential rain.

King Siti continued to walk forward, his eyes lacking even the interest to look at those arrows, and he let those arrows fall and approached him.

Then, all the arrows were blown away.

The invisible and innocent aura condensed a huge figure in an instant, roaring up to the sky, the sound rolled, all the arrows were blown away.

No one can get close to King Siti.

All the arrows hidden in the square were shot out under the vibration of that breath.

No one remains.

King Xiti, who did not stop his pace, quickly approached the distant passage.

"Your Majesty, this is a test of wisdom..."

Mortich continued.

Bren Parker on the side had already rolled his eyes, and he didn't even worry about the strength of his own king, but his old friends around him were like this... nagging!

That's right, just nagging!

Bren Parker, also a veteran gold powerhouse in Xiti, described his old friend like this.

Because he knew that such reminders from old friends were of no use at all.

In fact, it was just as Bren Parker had expected.

King Xiti didn't pay attention to Mortish's reminder at all, and strode into the passage, moving forward with the same pace as before, with a breath of indomitable progress.

The first half of the entire passage was easily crossed.

When the **** and spears in the second half began to appear, King Xiti's footsteps still did not stop in the slightest.

The sharp spear, after being pierced again, was completely shattered when it was still a slap away from King Xiti.

The flap, under the sole of King Xiti, didn't mean it could be flipped.

Firmly fixed in place, more stable than a real slate.

Soon, King Xiti walked out of the passage. Stepped up the metal steps.

"He has his most loyal guards here. They guard the tomb. You need to prove your courage..."

Mortich began to explain again.

Bren Parker rolled his eyes again.

And just as Mortish’s words sounded, twelve metal puppets appeared in front of the Conquer King. The metal puppets, ten feet tall, walked seemingly clumsy with agility that did not fit their stature. The slow pace appeared before the metal steps, six on one side. Stand one every ten feet, and stand face to face in two rows.

The huge epee appeared in the hands of these metal puppets, and they were lifted high and crossed downward.

"You just need to rush over!"

Mortich explained.

"No one can make me do what I don't want to do-facing the sword, I will not escape!"

King Xiti spoke word by word.

The voice was strong and powerful, like Hong Zhong Dalu.

He raised his right hand, too high level, squeezed tightly, and then punched out—

boom!

Majestic strength. He rushed towards the twelve metal puppets in an inexplicable way.

Although dull with puppets, it is inherently arranged in the loop. It was not without the slightest reaction that the twelve metal puppets faced King Xiti, who played cards in an unreasonable manner.

Their mechanical springs rang again and again, and they rushed towards King Xiti.

However, they fell apart at a faster speed.

Not only the twelve metal puppets, but starting from the metal steps where King Xiti stood, everything within a hundred feet in front of them was shattered.

Including, the metal ground.

During this period, King Xiti did not stop.

He continued to move forward.

After going through a period of upward steps, after a platform, a period of downward steps appeared.

Somewhat steep.

But for King Xiti, it was flat.

He was alone in front, and Mortich and Brun Parker followed closely behind.

As usual, Mortich began to talk again--

"It is recorded in the literature that here will be a test of the luck of the entrants. The two corridors with the same left and right are exactly the same, but only one is correct!"

Mortish said seriously.

However, the same King Xiti ignored him.

"If a person believes in luck, then that person is an idiot-what he never forgets is the northern white night! So, the left side is correct!"

King Xiti said in an affirmative tone.

He walked into the corridor.

A sudden and inexplicable pressure appeared, which made King Xiti, who had already made a choice, frowned.

There was a touch of anger in those majestic and proud eyes.

"Humph!"

King Xiti snorted coldly, lifted the sole of his foot slightly, and slammed it down.

Suddenly, the corridor floor covered with countless unknown inscriptions became shattered, and even the entire corridor began to tremble, and the door at the end of the corridor suddenly opened in such a tremor.

The golden light began to shine in.

"If there is nothing wrong, there is the destination of our trip-the tomb of the conqueror!"

Mortich took a deep breath and said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bren Parker on the side couldn't help but get serious.

Regarding the man of the wind who set off countless legends and legends throughout Goedez two hundred years ago, even the powerhouse of the gold level will not be underestimated.

"He will be a good opponent!"

King Xiti smiled, that was the most sincere smile, his unchanging pace involuntarily accelerated.

However, as King Xiti entered the tomb and saw the gold and corpses in the tomb, his smile turned into disappointment.

Looking at the corpse rushing towards him with a battle axe dancing.

The disappointed King Xiti gave a fist, turned and left.

boom!

The corpse was completely smashed with a battle axe.

"Although you are the general Langton who conquered the king, a frightening figure-if you are alive, you may be able to support two more moves in the hands of your majesty, but a dead body...tsk!"

Through weapons, Bren Parker had some speculations about the identity of the corpse.

However, looking at the corpse that was completely muddy, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

Then, he quickly caught up with the departed King Xiti and Mortish.

After all, this is only the first cemetery. They have three goals in their hands, and he believes that one of them is true!

ps second more~

When I was coding the manuscript in the afternoon, one of decadence felt hot and the other felt hungry!

Alas, I can't afford to be so decadent if I eat less lunch!

Friends make an appointment in the evening~

This chapter is timed~

Thank you for the reward of the starting point coin, the prodigal son wandering around the sea, and the reward of the turtle0920200 starting point coin~~~ Decadence bow again and thank the brothers and sisters who support the decadence~~~ (to be continued...) R1292