The Emperor Descending the Heavens

"Brother Lu Ming, there is another dead body here!"

With the continuous deepening of Lu Ming and his party, more and more dead bodies were encountered.

The robes they wore were all picked up by Lu Ming's party, and the harvest was full.

However, they have also discovered an important phenomenon along the way.

That is, the death of every dry corpse they encountered was almost exactly the same.

When they died, their faces were twisted, as if they were dying with a lot of pain, and they saw the people sweating coldly.

"Brother Lu Ming, you say that the monks in this ancient city are all dead. The death is almost exactly the same. Will they not be cursed by any legend?"

A younger disciple of Danmen said to Lu Ming tentatively after watching the tragic situation of many dead bodies.

The crowd heard each other and looked at each other.

In fact, they thought so long ago, they just didn't say it.

Legend has it that cursing this kind of thing comes from hell, which is a very strange witchcraft.

It can make people die invisible, or suffer endless suffering.

This ancient city looks so magnificent right now, and the monks' possessions are also very rich. But why did the monks in the whole city die collectively, with almost the same death?

So almost all of them thought about the curse in the legend.

Lu Ming listened to his words, and frowned slightly, then his face suddenly sank.

"Don't guess blindly, take this suit off, we move on!"

Lu Ming shouted at them.

In the face of so many good things, just give up like this, he is unwilling to reconcile.

Besides, cursing this thing is a nothingness in the legend. No one has ever seen it, and who knows if it exists.

The dead of this city, although weird, may not have died for other reasons!

It's been so many years, and the vegetation has grown so well that there should be no danger.

As a result of his drinking, everyone in Danmen looked at each other face to face.

Lu Ming stopped paying attention to them, and walked directly to a building not far away still glowing with arrays.

Everyone saw his actions and quickly followed them.

What curse is nothing more than speculation in their eyes. How can there be a treasure that is not in sight?

The building is still fluctuating for so many years, and there must be something good in it.

Dangerous, all of a sudden they were left behind.

The group went straight to the relatively well-preserved building.

This is a gray clock tower, I do not know what materials to build, as high as dozens of feet.

Taking a closer look, except for the surface that has been eroded by the years, no other damage can be seen.

On the surface of the bell tower, there is still a faint light of golden light.

At first glance, this is the light of the defensive formation.

Everyone in Danmen didn't care. When they saw the bell tower door open, they walked in without hesitation.

But they never thought of it, and the moment they touched the gate of the bell tower, the sudden change happened without any warning.

I saw a Danmen disciple walking at the front, almost no sign of turning into a mist of blood, and the Danmen disciple who followed immediately took a breath of coolness and stopped subconsciously Footsteps.

However, the Danmen disciples behind him were already in a state of anxiety, and when he stopped, he gently retreated.

As a result, the horror of tearing and pain made him scream for a while and turned into a mist of blood.