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At the moment, you can't call that thing orange liquid at all. Only the word magma can match its name.

The fierce high temperature was a little higher than Lin Hao's fire, which raised the temperature of the whole cave several degrees. The land under the stalactites was more like the oil pot hell in the legend. The whole ground was full of bright orange magma, which melted and sank the ground a little.

Ling Bu raised his head. Lingli was running in his body crazily. His already disfigured face was even uglier when he bit his teeth and frowned.

He had only one intact leg left, and he had to avoid the magma all over his head. He could not stand on the ground. He had to rely on his strong endurance to fasten these spikes with his fingertips and moved forward inch by inch.

Fortunately, the weight of the magma is not much. After sprinkling for a while, there is not much left. Only the ground is extremely hot, but the top of the head is not a big threat.

Looking at the oil pot hell under him, Ling Bu's whole body muscles are tense, the melted foot is extremely painful, the muscles at the wound are turned into blood, drop by drop in the magma, turning into a nothingness.

He didn't even see the shadow of other people. He must have been burned by the hot magma, and there was no corpse left.

But this area is not big after all. Ling keeps climbing forward. Although her arms are too sore to lift, and her aura is almost exhausted, she just falls on the clean ground with her breath.

The ground under those stabs has subsided. It's like a big pot, burning the people in these stab forests. Ling Bu's head is full of sweat, and he is dying on the clean ground. His eyes are tired and looking at the hell he just pulled out.

That pair of amber eyes reflected the bright orange magma, but it made him suddenly cry, big drops of tears rolled down his cheeks, washed the skin full of dust and blood out of two obvious tears, looking very miserable.

Ling Bu was out of breath and cried for a long time. Then he managed to stop crying. With his fingers full of blood and scars, he picked up his broken sleeves and carefully wiped the stains on his face, revealing the ugly face with red and swollen eyes.

"Maybe that's what people are like." He sighed in a low voice with grief, and the voice line trembled uncontrollably. "It's just a fight, and even his own life has been lost."

He turned his head and looked at the groups of skeletal soldiers behind him. There was no surprise or fear in his eyes, only deep despair.

Lin Hao and others were the first to be promoted. They knew that there were only countless dead creatures in this layer, and there were no such layers of array at all. They also knew that all this was just a chain set up by themselves to eradicate their opponents.

But lingbu didn't know.

As soon as they came up, all the dead creatures in this layer belonged to Lin Hao. How could they know the original appearance of the second layer.

Ling Bu only thought that this floor was so dangerous that he didn't think about it in any other way. He didn't know that it was just a trap laid by two people, which was not the original intention of the tomb of Emperor Yao Guang.