I Can Add More If I Kill

Outside the black light curtain, Han Yue and Yang Ping also followed Wang Yulong.

Wang Yulong's face was ugly, he watched Su Sheng walk up the steps, and he disappeared as he passed the corner.

Yang Ping was surprised: "This person actually went in?"

Han Yue was relatively calm, and asked Wang Yulong, "Can you see how he got in?"

Wang Yulong withdrew his gaze, slowly calmed down, and after a while, he muttered: "It seems to be because of the stick in his hand. I saw the shimmer on his stick that enveloped him and passed easily. light curtain."

"Stick?" Yang Ping touched his chin, and nodded after thinking for a while, "When he came over before, it seemed that he only had a long sword around his waist, and there was an extra stick just now, which seems to be the case."

"So, as long as you have that kind of stick, you can get in?"

Han Yue added: "It doesn't have to be a stick, I guess it's a specific spiritual tool obtained in this underground palace."

"Where is the spiritual tool? Creation will only leave the core of spiritual power, and some have spiritual skills, but we have never seen a spiritual tool..."

When Wang Yulong said this, he suddenly remembered something and exclaimed in surprise, "A spiritual tool in the Golden Palace?!"

Han Yue and Yang Ping nodded.

"It can only be this. If there are other ways, we won't have run into each other after so long."

"Damn!" Wang Yulong looked ugly, "Why didn't we meet the Golden Palace!"

Although I heard that the Golden Palace is very dangerous, but among the three, two D-rank high-rank and one D-rank intermediate-rank, Wang Yulong and the three admitted that it was not a chance.

Han Yue asked, "What should I do next?"

Yang Ping shook his head: "I can only go back to the maze to try my luck and see if I can still find the Golden Palace."

It's just that the three of them don't know that the Earth God Palace will appear when all the nine Golden Palaces are destroyed. That is to say, there is no new Golden Palace now.

Han Yue nodded, but she also knew that the chances were slim.

Even if they could find it, the three of them would not necessarily be able to defeat the golden creation in the Golden Palace. It is said that it is a lot stronger than the ordinary D-level, plus they can use the three-star magic weapon in the Golden Palace...

The two were about to leave, but were stopped by Wang Yulong.

"Don't go out looking for it,

You may not find it if you go out to find it. "

"Then what?"

Wang Yulong's eyes were cold: "Just wait here."

Han Yue frowned slightly, while Yang Ping asked suspiciously, "Wait?"

"That's right, wait until someone with this specific spiritual tool comes over."

"Judging from the shock a few days ago, this palace seems to have just appeared. If we are lucky enough to find this place, we should seize the opportunity. Maybe someone will come over. It's better to wait a few days to see."

Wang Yulong's meaning is to stand by and snatch other people's spiritual tools.

Yang Ping also came back to his senses, and nodded after pondering for a while: "Okay!"

Seeing that both of them had made such a decision, Han Yue agreed.

In fact, there are not many such opportunities, and Yang Ping and Han Yue are also very excited.

Can be promoted to D-level, who is easy?

In the secret realm, it is not bound by any rules.

As long as you can get the benefits, it doesn't matter if you steal or rob, the result is the most important.

Han Yue said, "What if only one person can go in?"

Wang Yulong fell silent for a while.

If only one person can enter, then there is really no way for three people to share a quota. It can only depend on how to allocate and compensate.

At this moment, Wang Yulong raised his head, and suddenly saw a person in front of him coming out of the maze exit, which happened to be the exit Su Sheng had just come out of.

This is a woman with purple hair, wearing a long black dress, her hair is pinned with a delicate silver needle, elegant and cold, like a doll.

At this time, the woman was holding a long black knife with a retro shape. As the woman continued to approach the barrier, the long knife gradually emitted a faint light, which was very similar to the short stick of Su Sheng. .

Wang Yulong lowered his voice and said: "How to allocate it and then decide, now there is another one!"

"Um?!"

When Yang Ping and Han Yue looked back and saw the purple-haired woman, their hearts jumped, and there was another person.

"So lucky, just alone?"

The three of them turned their heads away pretending not to care, and clenched the weapons in their hands without a trace.

And the purple-haired woman didn't seem to shy away from the three of them, and approached this side step by step.

Soon, the purple-haired woman walked not far from the three of them and walked straight towards the black light curtain.

Wang Yulong winked at the two of them, then walked out a few steps and said to the purple-haired woman, "This friend, this enchantment..."

Wang Yulong couldn't go on before he finished speaking.

Because the other party is like completely treating himself as air, there is no reaction at all, and he walks without squinting.

Several people are already on the edge of the barrier, and if they let the other party advance, they may directly enter the barrier.

Wang Yulong shouted on the spot, "Do it!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Yulong took the lead in pulling out the long sword from his waist, and the wind spirit power wrapped around his body and rushed towards the purple-haired woman.

Wang Yulong rushed a few meters to the left of the purple-haired woman in a moment, and only then did the purple-haired woman stop and turn her head to look over.

He was ridiculed by Su Sheng before, and now he encounters this woman who completely ignores him, and Wang Yulong is very unhappy now.

"It's all very tmight, I see how you block it now!"

With a roar in his heart, the wind energy above Wang Yulong's long sword revolved at a high speed, and a sword suddenly stabbed out.

"Four-step wind killing sword!"

This sword is going to the extreme, and the long sword covered by the wind spirit energy is like a white snake that bounces, and it arrives instantly.

Within four steps, it was the stabbing range of the Wind Killing Sword. Even if you saw it, it was too late to resist!

"when!"

However, the result was beyond Wang Yulong's expectations. The purple-haired woman had already put the long knife across her chest at some point, and properly blocked the blow of the wind!

Wang Yulong was startled and was about to change his move when the purple-haired woman had already stretched out her left hand and quickly shot the long knife.

A terrifying force spread to Wang Yulong along the clashing swords, Wang Yulong's complexion changed greatly, and he was shocked and flew out on the spot.

Fortunately, Han Yue and Yang Ping, who followed closely, blocked him.

"How are you?" Yang Ping asked immediately.

Wang Yulong steadied his body, suddenly groaned, and a strand of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm fine, be careful, this guy seems tricky!"

Wang Yulong wiped the corner of his mouth, pinched his right hand that was still trembling slightly with his left hand, and looked at the purple-haired woman with full of surprise.

Block your own hurricane sword within four steps and knock yourself into the air... This woman's hand speed is so fast, her defense is precise, and her strength is so strong!

After a while, Wang Yulong stopped his trembling right hand.

"superior!"

The three rushed out together, and surrounded the purple-haired woman in a tangled horn.

The woman asked softly, "Are you... are you courting death?"

The icy voice seemed to go straight to the bottom of their hearts, and the three of Wang Yulong only felt a chill rise from their backs, and they shivered inexplicably.

Although Wang Yulong was a little frightened, he did not lose if he lost, and immediately shouted angrily: "Pretend to be a ghost!"

The three shot together and killed them from three directions.

Flame Blast, Torrent Blade, Wind Sword!

As soon as the three of them make a move, they will do their best, as if they want to solve the opponent in one fell swoop.

Ashilia looked at the three who were killed, and raised her left hand: "The Royal Throne of Silver Chains."

Aura emerged, and a chain of silver-gray chains flew out from under his feet, interweaving into a net, protecting Ashilia's entire body.

There are huge gaps in the iron net woven by the chains, but no matter whether it is flames, torrents, or strong winds, it cannot be pierced, and it is blocked by the silver-gray rays of light flowing on it.

When the spiritual light dissipated, Wang Yulong and the three looked at the net of chains that had no damage in the slightest, and their hearts shuddered.

"It didn't break open!"

At this moment, the net of chains suddenly spread out, turning into a large number of chains that suddenly flew out and wrapped around the three of them.

"what?!"

The three exclaimed, this change was too sudden, Yang Ping and Han Yue were entangled in silver and gray chains one after another on the spot, no matter how hard the two struggled, it was of no avail, they were tied to death.

Wang Yulong's speed is faster, and he is about to escape.

Ashilia pointed with her left hand, and the speed of the silver-gray chain skyrocketed, catching up with Wang Yulong in an instant.

"how come!"

Wang Yulong was horrified and inexplicable, the spiritual power in his body was running wildly and several swords slashed at the silver-gray chain that struck in front of him.

With the number of swords ineffective, more than a dozen silver-gray chains wrapped around Wang Yulong's body in an instant, strangling him to death.

The three were locked to death by silver-gray chains, and then slowly dragged back to Ashilia's side,

"Do not!"

"Let us go!"

"Stop now!"

...

The three were terrified and tried their best to resist the pulling of the silver-gray chain, but it didn't work at all.

Ashilia looked at Han Yue, who was the first to be pulled closer, and slowly raised the long knife.

The long knife is extremely cold, like the blade of death.

Facing the fear of death, Han Yue had completely lost his usual calmness, panicked and begged for mercy: "Don't kill me! Please..."

Before the words were finished, the icy long knife was mercilessly swung out, and Han Yue's head was slashed and flew out on the spot.

The iron clothing seems to be a piece of paper, and it hardly plays a role in blocking it under Ashilia's slash!

Blood spurted out, and many of them splashed on Yang Ping next to him.

Yang Ping was stunned, and before he had time to say anything, Ashilia had swung the long knife again, a cold light flashed, and another head fell to the ground.

Ashilia turned around and looked at the last Wang Yulong, who was struggling frantically.

Witnessing the deaths of Han Yue and Yang Ping one after another, Wang Yulong's face was contorted with horror, and he kept begging for mercy:

"Please! Let me go! Let me go..."

Ashilia's eyes turned cold, and she raised her long knife again.

Seeing this, Wang Yulong suddenly had a ferocious look on his face, and his eyes were full of despair and madness.

"In that case, let's die together, stinky woman!"

A black eye appeared on Wang Yulong's body, and in an instant, Wang Yulong's entire body was sucked into it.

The black eye lit up and suddenly burst open! The violent wind spirit power completely submerged the radius of hundreds of meters, roaring endlessly!

After a few minutes, the wind energy slowly dissipated, revealing the situation on the field.

In the cage of steel chains formed by a large number of chains, Ashilia walked out slowly like an elegant black bird.

The bodies of Yang Ping and Han Yue were completely torn apart by the blasting wind energy.

Ashilia's thoughts moved, and the source of the heart image left by the three people was quickly sucked over, and it turned into a little white light and merged into Ashilia's body.

After doing this, Ashilia turned around, looked at the Earth God Palace in front, and walked in slowly with a long knife emitting a faint light.