Chronicles of Heaven

A moment of silence.

The machete at the top of the old knife wind slowed down, slow, like a lazy, full of poisonous cockroaches, slow and swollen activities with a huge body.

The sharpness of the surrounding area disappeared invisible, and hundreds of small fireflies fell from the sky and circled around the crowd.

Far and far away, there was a dull explosion of mountain mines.

The slaves of the Golden Undead have launched an offensive.

The old knife squinted at Doria. After a while, he reached out and a firefly stopped in his palm. The fluorescent light on his tail illuminates a small piece of skin on his palm.

"My blood curving knife... A few days ago, I lost a group of elite people." The old knife said: "Although we received the rewards we deserved, the masters who lost the battle hall still let us strength. Damaged."

The old knife wind sighed: "So, in the past few days, we have not had a full-scale conflict with the Golden Undead, but we are reorganizing our troops and horses, and recruiting people to recover the damaged strength."

Doria smiled and nodded. "I have actually foreseen your attack on the killing of the Golden Death... This is the best excuse for the war, and the best cover... The people you lose, who can believe, you lose With so many people, can you join forces with Jin Lingling?"

The old knife snorted: "This is the truth... But we still lost so many good hands... Let me see your sincerity and use your sincerity in exchange for my trust."

The old knife wind that had been sitting on the big chair stood up and walked up to Doria step by step, staring at his handsome white face: "If you have a small white face, you can't believe it. The little white face in the world is damn... so How do you get my trust?"

Doria laughed, and he opened the book of the gold cover.

A golden thumb runt of the size of a thumb jumped out of the animal book. Gradually, these golden runes spelled a golden square with a length and width of more than three feet on the top of Doria.

The golden light flashed, and all the golden runes exploded, turning into a little golden light.

A three-foot-long animal skin floated from the top of Doria's head. He pointed his hand, and a white light lifted the animal skin, letting it float in front of the old knife wind.

"This is a Taiji relic that I found through prophecy. Just right, the entrance is on the site of your blood curving knife." Doria laughed and blinked: "There is danger, but there is also a big day." the benefits of……"

Doria took a deep breath and he sighed: "I feel faintly, there is a baby that allows you to break through the life of the pool and enter the next magical realm... Can this represent my sincerity? Can I exchange it? Is your trust?"

The body of the old knife wind squinted a little, and he stared at Doria with his eyes wide open.

"My blood curving knife has been rooted here for hundreds of years... Every inch of land here has been turned over by the mouse scorpion... You said that there is an entrance to the ancient ruins?" The tone of the old knives became Extraordinarily fierce.

"Those mouse scorpions can be used without my prophecy." Doria looked confidently at the old knife: "Or, let's look for it?"

The old knife wind and the cranes quickly looked at each other.

The two eyes flashed and seemed to be sharing a lot of information with their tacit understanding for hundreds of years.

After a while, the old knife wind slowly nodded: "You have to follow us... and, on the other side of the Golden Undead, don't take the opportunity to launch a full-scale attack... If they have a change, you are dead."

Doria seriously nodded. "I have already said good to them when I come. Unless I go back, they will not be fully launched... Of course, the harassment attacks of those slaves will not break. After all, we have to give the surrounding Neighbors look at the excitement."

The old knife wind laughed.

He indulged for a while and immediately named the names of several people.

The high-rises of He Weng, Tang Qi, Niu Man and other blood-curving knives were left in the station, responsible for monitoring and preventing the Golden Undead.

The Wu Tie, who just joined, has several masters who are directly under the jurisdiction of the old knife wind. The old knife wind ordered them to pick up an elite horse and follow the route on the paper to find the entrance to the ancient ruins.

There was a very fine voice on the iron ear: "Gun lord, your mission is to always stare at Doria."

Wu Tie looked at the old knife wind.

The one who gave him a voice is clearly an old knife.

Let him be the newcomer who just joined, responsible for staring at Doria?

And let him participate in the excavation of the ancient ruins, instead of staying outside to monitor the gold undead?

Wu Tie secretly sneered, it seems that the old knife wind has limited trust in ‘gun ye’. After all... The timing of his joining the blood curving knife is too coincident, and he appeared on this key juncture.

The old knife wind does not let him stay outside, but put him under his own eyes, this is the right choice.

In particular, let him monitor Doria... To put it bluntly, this is to let ‘Gunny’ and Doria fall into the surveillance of everyone at the same time.

If the ‘gun’ is joining the blood curving knife with sincerity, he can naturally curb the change of Doria.

If he and Doria collude, if he and Doria have any changes, the old knife wind brings so many people.

In all directions, the most elite part of the blood curving knives were mobilized. They opened various dark castles in the stone pillar forest, and opened various warning color settings, even some expensive arrays. The law has also been opened.

The core area of ​​the entire blood-curving knives became a huge killing trap, while the old knives were with Wu Tie and others, and walked all the way to the small lake near the stone pillar forest.

This small lake is more than a dozen miles away. The river below is connected to several yin rivers. Therefore, the lake is often full of years. There are a lot of aquatic products that can be caught all the year round. It is the most important source of blood curving knife and also a An important source of food.

The old knife wind took a ticket to the old brother. After a **** killing hundreds of years ago, it destroyed the forces that originally occupied it. After creating the blood curving knife, the headquarters station was placed here.

For centuries, the old knife wind has also organized people to sneak into the bottom of the lake, but in addition to some water plants and a large number of fish, shrimps and crabs, and occasionally there are some water snakes flowing along the Yin River, there is no such small lake. Other abnormalities.

Even the estuaries of the Yin River are only the size of the rice, even if there are horrible giant creatures in the Yin River, it is impossible to enter the small lake through such a small estuary.

So gradually, the old knife winds also lost interest in this small lake.

But according to the paper on the animal skin, the entrance and exit of a Taiyue ruins is deep in the heart of the lake.

I carefully selected hundreds of elite warriors, and the weakest ones have the feelings of Xuanjing. The pedestrians came to the heart of the lake on the surface of the water, and then the old swordsman pointed out that a sharp spurt was born. On the small lake, a waterless passage with a diameter of tens of meters and a direct reach of the bottom of the 100-meter lake was broken.

"Below?" The old knife screamed and asked Doria.

"Below... I have to dig up thousands of meters of sand and rock formations, and then there are some barriers that I have not seen." Doria laughed. "But my predictions are definitely not wrong, right here. below."

The old knife wind nodded.

He pointed to a mouse man standing behind him. The whole body was mottled. In some places, the mouse, who was gray and white with the old skin, nodded. On the sandstone at the bottom of the lake.

This rat, the breath has decayed to the extreme, obviously life is not long.

However, his mana volatility is still strong, clearly distinguishing the level of one or two heavens. For a vulnerable group like the Rat, it is very difficult and very productive.

The mouse man sang a spell, and behind him a grayish yellow sand squirted out, and the sandstone rolled in, a dexterous little mouse slammed out and sneaked into the underground.

The sound of ‘嗤’, on the sandstone floor of the lake, there is a circular hole with a diameter of more than ten meters and a smooth mirror wall.

Along with the ‘嗤嗤’ sound, the pothole stretched straight down, and in just a dozen breaths, it has already penetrated more than 6,000 meters of sandstone soil and rock formations.

The sound of ‘叮’, the little mouse that was pulled out of the mouse, was caught on a smooth black stone.

A small piece of Mars splashed on the surface of the stone, and then the seemingly extremely hard black stone suddenly squirmed like a wave of water. The little mouse was accidentally caught in the black stone.

The blood of the mouse man 'wow' spurted out, and the scalloped hair of the mouse was a large piece of hair. It looked like it would become a glimpse of a hair.

"Boss... There are ghosts below." The rat screamed with wide eyes.

"Go and see." The old knife wind smashed, and he waved his hand. The brigade and the horses slammed into the void and quickly fell to the bottom.

Doria stepped on a white light and followed the old knife wind.

At the foot of Wu Tie, a cloud of smoke rolled over. He was almost inseparable and attached to Doria, staring up and down at Doria.

Perhaps Wu Tie's eyes are too blazing. Doria has been very calm and indifferent, but he has been staring at Wu Tie for a long time. He finally couldn't stand the eyes of Wu Tie. He turned his head and smiled at Wu Tie: "I am bloody, not malicious... I didn't deceive you..."

"Yellow hair, very rare. Also, the blue eyeballs are quite rare. Where are the people?" Wu Tie's hands smashed the white tiger's crack, staring straight at Dolly's handsome face.

Doria licked his mouth, and Wu Tie performed the performance of a straight, rude, unreasonable mixed-race half-dragon.

Doria, who knows the characteristics of the dragon people, knows clearly that there is nothing to say about this group of barbaric goods.

Sighing, Doria whispered: "Where do I come from, is it so heavy?"

"Don't say, I am jealous of you." Wu Tie grinned: "The gunman hates the concealed person... It is a man, he speaks frankly..."

Leading the way ahead, the old knife that fell quickly down and squinted and smiled.

He had a clear dialogue with Wu Tie and Doria. He couldn’t help but scream for Wu Tie’s words in his heart. For Dora's little white face, the pure violence is the king!

If it is not for the sake of identity, the old knife wind must be open to let Wu Tie beat Doria.

First hit him half-dead, then the old knife wind came out to apologize, not a salty and not awkward sorcerer iron a few words, to the little white face a few gold coins to do soup cost ... Oh, everything is so perfect!

All the little white faces should be killed!

Of course, as the chief of the blood curving knife, the old knife wind must not directly open the Wu Tie to do so.

The old knife winds on the face, with a group of people and so on quickly fell into the potholes carved by the rats. Several heavy-handed masters of blood-curving knives stayed at the mouth of the tunnel, and they used their magical powers to condense a thick layer of ice on the mouth of the tunnel.

The old knife wind collapsed with the sharp water, and the lake water rolled back for a while and then returned to normal.

The lake with a thickness of 100 meters is covered in the tunnel entrance, and there is no light in the tunnel.

Witch iron snorted, and his left hand blew, banging loudly, and there was a big fireball with a diameter of rice on his head.

The masters of several life pools around the old knife wind also shot at the same time. They released a strange object with a lamp, a torch, a candlestick, and a brazier. These objects emit bright light and illuminate. The entire tunnel is several kilometers deep.

Many people took a look at the fireball at the top of Wu Ting.

Doria also nodded with amazement: "I heard that the dragon family is born with a strong ability to manipulate flames and magma, and it is really good."

Wu Tie proudly sneered, no longer speak.

What Doria said is the dragon of the dragon family. Their control of the flame and magma is an innate ability. But the real dragon family is divided into many races, and their ability to excel is not just about manipulating flames and magma.

However, this has nothing to do with Wu Tie, he is not a real dragon.

Everyone came to the bottom of the tunnel and came over the smooth, mirror-like black rock formation.

The old knife wind sighed softly, and a mighty warrior waved a mace and smashed it on the rock.

After a loud bang, a large piece of Mars splashed, and the forged mace of the steel was broken. Then the rock layer squirmed like a wave of water again. The mace in the hands of the werewolf was suddenly sucked into the rock formation, and a huge force came. The Werewolf's body was pulled down a few feet. He hurriedly let go of his hand, and his eyes watched as the mace was swallowed up by the rock and disappeared without a trace.

"It seems that there is really weird here." The sound of the old knife wind is a bit of enthusiasm.

"Here, there is a high probability that it is a ruins of the Taikoo." The old knife wind is excited and the face is a little red.

The ruins of Taikoo means wealth, which means inheritance, which means powerful power. In this chaotic world, it means power and status.

Of course, the ruins of Taikoo are also full of dangers, full of all kinds of incredible existence.

To explore the remains of Taikoo, you must be prepared for death.

"Doria, here is the entrance to the ruins... You talk about it, what should we do?" The old knife wind flew up a few meters, came to the height of Dolly, and asked Doria very seriously and enthusiastically.