Chapter 4867

And strangely, these irregular and strange rocks also grow an unknown weed with leg height, which is endless.

It's like, here was the tip of the iceberg of a world, a buried world.

Although it was very dark under the abyss, the little emperors soon realized their existence and began to move closer to the sword.

"God, where is this place? Are those black hills on the ground suspended?" Chen Qing looked at the scene in front of him and said with some shock.

"It seems that this used to be a part of the earth's world. I don't know why, it was buried in the earth's heart." The little emperor analyzed and said.

Jianwushuang didn't speak. He squatted down and touched a weed with his hand, which turned into a canopy of fly ash in an instant.

Chen Qing added, "it's a little weird, but fortunately there's no threat. We can always leave here as long as we don't release our power."

At this time, the thin purple robe, who had not spoken, said, "the way to come has disappeared."

Everyone subconsciously looked up, and sure enough, there was a strange stone dome on his head, not an upward exit.

The little emperor then looked at Jian Wushuang, "brother Jian, do you have any opinion?"

"Move forward." The sword peerless looked ahead and said in a deep voice.

A line of four walked under the abyss.

Ancient, desolate silence, strange to the extreme.

Sword unparalleled walked in the front, and his eyes became more and more dignified.

He inexplicably felt the palpitation of the protrusion at the bottom of his heart, as if something was about to happen.

The strange rocks under your feet are fluctuating and very messy.

As he walked in the front, he soon knew why the palpitation in his heart began.

I saw a strange figure kneeling in the center of a collapsed rock in front of the dense and hazy black gas.

Even if the sword is unparalleled, you can't completely see the body shape.

The first of the next three days has become the source of the dead area. The infinite black air that blocks the sky and the sun is surging from the front.

The little emperor saw the kneeling figure for the first time, and his face was very dignified.

In such an underground world that I don't know when to hide, I'm afraid no one will despise this scene.

"That guy can't be the source of the whole first domain." Chen Qing whispered.

The little emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, "if it is true, we can just take this opportunity to seal it."

"Don't move. I'm afraid that body will never be as calm as it is now." The sword reminds me.

How can it be a dead existence that can trigger such a majestic and strange black gas.

The next moment, it seems to be to confirm the idea of the unparalleled sword, and the detailed sound of bone cracks resounded through the abyss.

With the sound, the body that had knelt on the rock ground suddenly trembled.

Jianwushuang's eyes coagulated and hurriedly asked xiaodijun and others to step back.

"No, can you survive?" Chen Qing was stunned and looked at the scene in disbelief.

With the continuous sound of bone fracture, the body of countless years buried under the abyss stood up slowly.

It was a body full of ferocious wounds. The armor made of unknown material was damaged, exposing a body that had long lost its flesh and blood.

Two black lights burst from the armor on his head.

In the face of such a dead creature, even the sword felt palpitation.

Because he found that the derivative force in his body had an incredible tremor when facing the dead creature?

This is too weird.

Is it true that this silent dead creature was also an emperor who was killed by zhenwuyang and buried here?

But jianwushuang quickly rejected this idea. He had been in close contact with the four emperors, and naturally knew the unique luck of the emperors.

At present, this creature has no imperial luck, and even the fluctuation of derivative force.

All around him, there was only that terrible black air surging.

He seemed to wake up from Wanggu's deep sleep, and two dark lights locked the unparalleled sword at the first time.

Then the dead creature slowly raised an arm, and the broken palm shook it with force.

At that moment, the void collapsed suddenly, and the unspeakable force squeezed it in all directions.

Apart from the unparalleled sword, the little emperor, the thin purple robe and Chen Qing groaned at the same time, as if they had been badly hurt, and a wisp of divine blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths.

"Damn it, it's really strong..." Chen Qing's breath is weak, but he doesn't dare to release his Yanli to resist.

Because the black Qi's restraint on the derivative force has almost reached the point of no solution. As long as there is a trace of derivative force release, it will be seriously damaged by chasing this wish.

The dead prisoners and regulators are the best examples.

In such a situation, only the sword can turn the tide.

It is unimaginable for Yanxian to be unable to apply Yanli, because even the simplest way to urge Xianyuan will consume Yanli.

The impact of this on jianwushuang is relatively small.

In addition to two records of ancestral skills, and the immortal style, a little mountain and river need Yanli, his unparalleled Kendo, Xinghe lake sea sword meaning, and the second record of immortal style without self shadow do not need Yanli.

Therefore, at the first time, he directly used the selfless true shadow to bless himself to cope with the next situation.

After the little emperor and others were hit hard with one blow, the dead creature took a step and came towards them.

The extremely thick black gas was constantly absorbed by him, and then repaired the terrible wound on his body.

The sword is matchless, and his heart is moved. He cuts it directly in front of the sword.

Xinghe lake sea sword, the first release!

The bright sword soared, swept up, lit up the whole abyss in an instant, and then cut into the body of the dead creature.

At the next moment, a scene that everyone didn't expect appeared.

The vast sword was intended to cut in front of him. He even destroyed the dead and cut the body shape of the dead creature into two sections

Everything was too easy. The sword was so simple that it didn't react. The body shape was scattered on the rock.

"That's it, that's it?" Chen Qing's eyes were dull. "Is he vulnerable, or brother Jian, you're too strong..."

Sword matchless shook his head slowly. He could feel that it was not that he was too strong, but that the dead creature was too vulnerable.

He seems to be too old, as if he had spent endless years, making himself extremely weak.