The busy Harlem had already left the underground, so he didn't hear Dean's loud questioning.

And such words reverberated underground, and in the end, disappeared without a trace.

Dean was still sitting there with the body of the conquering king in front of him, his hands had lost the support of the [Dragon's Head Sword], and he was placed flat on his knees by Haring, like some seated statues in the temple of the gods.

However, none of those stone-born clay statues could have the same momentum as the corpse in front of them.

Not to mention, the breath that had made Dean feel terrified before.

That's right, Haring's feeling of domineering before was not his hallucination, nor was it what Dean explained.

It's the one that really exists!

Dean felt it, too, and it was clearer than Haring's-

In the domineering power that seemed to fill the whole world, overturning the heavens and the earth, Dean felt angry.

A burning rage.

That's why he asked about the corpse in front of him after Harlem left.

No, it shouldn't be a corpse.

When Dean felt that domineering will, the corpse in front of him was not a corpse.

Although Dean didn't know about the other party's situation, he was sure that it was not really death.

At most, it is...... Suspended animation! %

Dean gave such adjectives.

"Are you angry?"

Dean asked again.

However, as before, without the slightest answer, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and approached the body of the conquering king.

And just as Dean's fingertips were about to touch the body of the conqueror. The domineering meaning that overturned the heavens and the earth. Again. In an instant, Dean was enveloped in it.

……

Sciti, somewhere.

King Siti, who was worshipped by the whole kingdom, walked slowly down the steps.

His steps were not only powerful, but also had a condescending momentum, as if his majestic countenance, detached from the innocence of a young man, the immaturity of youth, and the maturity of a young man. It is perfectly combined with the breath of the king.

With a tenth, proud gaze, he scanned the dark gate at the end of the stone steps, a gate of two doors, ten feet high, covered with dense magical inscriptions, with an aura of extreme danger.

Feeling the aura of danger, King Seti smiled contemptuously, and his tall, upright body twisted slightly, and the incomparably majestic strength converged on that fist.

Rumble!

The fist slammed into the dark door. In the power that made the surrounding earth tremble, the dark gate did not move.

Opposite. Dao flames surged from above, enveloping King Sixty in an instant.

But-

Boom, boom, boom!

Ignoring the scorching flames, King Setti threw a second, third, and fourth punch!

The magic inscription on the dark gate, which had been immovable, began to flicker again and again, and finally when the fourth punch was made, a magic inscription collapsed under the tremendous force, causing a gap to appear between the two doors of the dark gate.

It's like dominoes, and the fall of one brand is the fall of all brands.

The dark door in front of you is the same.

Rumble!

King Sixti struck the dark door with his fifth blow, and suddenly, with a roar, the door, which was three feet thick and weighed more than a ton, was smashed into the air.

With a shake of his body, countless flames scattered and splashed in all directions, and King Setti, who had nothing to do, strode in.

And the two who had been following King Setti all the time, but under the momentum of King Setti, and ignored also followed.

"Your Majesty, according to the literature, after passing through the gate, you will encounter the trials of thousands of troops......"

Mortihi, one of the old golden powerhouses of the Setty, reminded their king at this time.

However, King Sixty paid no attention to such reminders.

His steps had no intention of stopping at all, and he strode forward, with an indomitable aura.

The formless and substantial aura emanated from the tall, upright body, making the huge square in front of him tremble violently, and the arrows that had long been ready to shoot out 'swish'.

Thousands of arrows rained down like a torrential rain.

King Sixti walked on, his eyes lacking even interest in glancing at the arrows, allowing them to fall and come close to him.

Then, all the arrows were blown away.

The formless and insubstantial aura condensed into a huge figure in an instant, roaring up to the sky, the sound was rolling, and all the arrows were blown away.

None of them came close to King Sixti.

All the arrows hidden in the square were shot out under the vibration of that breath.

None remained.

King Sixti, who did not stop his steps, quickly approached the passage in the distance.

"Your Majesty, here is the test of wisdom......"

Mortig continued.

Bren on the side. Parker had already begun to roll his eyes, and he didn't even have the slightest worry about his own king's strength, but the old friends around him were like this...... Nag!

That's right, it's nagging!

Buren, who is also a veteran gold powerhouse of Sitty. That's how Parker describes his old friend.

Because, he knew that such a reminder from his old friend was useless at all.

And in fact, just like Bren. Parker's expectations were so-so.

King Sitti ignored Mortisi's reminder and strode into the passage, moving forward with an indomitable aura.

The first half of the entire passage was easily crossed.

And when the flaps and spears began to appear in the second half, King Setti's footsteps still did not pause in the slightest.

The sharp spear, when it was stabbed again, was completely shattered when it was still a palm's distance from King Sitti.

The flap, under the soles of King Cisti's feet, had no intention of turning it in the slightest.

Firmly fixed in place, more stable than a real slate.

Soon, King Sixty walked out of the passage. Walked up the metal steps.

"This is where his most loyal guards are. They guard the mausoleum. You need to prove your mettle ......"

Once again, Mortige began to explain.

Bren on the side. Parker rolled his eyes again.

And just as Mortihi's words sounded, twelve metal golems appeared in front of the king of conquest, metal golems with a height of ten feet, with agility that did not match their shape, and with seemingly clumsy, slower steps, appeared in front of the metal steps, six on each side. Stand one every ten feet, and then stand in two rows facing each other.

Huge heavy swords appeared in the hands of these metal golems, and were raised high by them, crossed downwards.

"All you have to do is rush over there!"

Mortishi explained.

"There's no one who can make me do things I don't want to do - I won't run away from the sword!"

King Setti said word by word.

The voice is rich and powerful, like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

He raised his right hand, too high, clenched it violently, and then, with a punch, struck out—

Rumble!

Majestic force. In an inexplicable way, he rushed towards the twelve metal golems in front of him.

Although there is a puppet of the wooden ne, but the arrangement of the inherent loop. It was not without the slightest reaction to the twelve metal golems that faced King Tide, who did not play his cards according to common sense.

Their reeds rang out again and again, and they rushed towards King Sixti.

However, it disintegrated and returned at a faster pace.

Not just the twelve metal golems, with the metal steps where King Setti stood as the www.biquge.info of the Pen Fun Pavilion, the qiē within a hundred feet in front of him was all shattered.

Including, that metal ground.

And during this time, King Setti's footsteps did not stop.

He continued to walk forward.

After going through an upward staircase, a platform, a downward staircase appeared.

Some steep.

But for King Setti, it was like walking on the ground.

He was alone, Mortig, Buren. Parker and the two followed closely behind.

As usual, Mortig began to speak again-

"It is recorded in the literature that this will be a test of the luck of the entrant, two corridors on the left and right are exactly the same, but only one is correct!"

Mortig said very seriously.

However, the same King Hitti simply did not bother.

"If a man believes in luck, then that man is a fool - he is obsessed with the white nights of the north! So, the left side is correct! ”

King Seti said in an affirmative tone.

He walked into the hallway.

An inexplicable pressure abruptly appeared, which made King Tide, who had already made his choice, frown.

There was a look of anger in those majestic and proud eyes.

"Humph!"

King Seti snorted coldly, raised the soles of his feet slightly, and slashed downward.

Suddenly, the floor of the corridor, which was covered with countless unknown inscriptions, became shattered, and even the entire corridor began to tremble, and the door at the end of the corridor suddenly opened in such a trembling.

A golden glow began to shine through.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is the destination of our trip - the tomb of the King of Conquest!"

Mortig said with a deep breath.

Bren on the side. Parker couldn't help but get serious.

For the man who set off countless legends in the entire Gothera two hundred years ago, even a gold-level powerhouse would not be underestimated.

"He's going to be a good opponent!"

King Setti smiled, it was the most sincere smile, and his pace, which had not changed, involuntarily quickened.

However, as King Sixty entered the tomb and saw the gold and corpses inside, his smile changed to disappointment.

Look at the corpse that rushed towards him with a dancing tomahawk.

The disappointed King Setti punched him casually, turned around and left.

Rumble!

The corpse was completely smashed along with the tomahawk.

"Although you are Langton, the general under the command of the conquering king, a feared figure - if you were alive, you might be able to support two more moves in the hands of His Majesty, but a dead corpse...... Tut! ”

Tong guò weapons, for the identity of the corpse Bren. Parker has some speculation.

However, looking at the corpse that was completely pulp, I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh.

Then, at a brisk pace, he caught up with the departing King Seti and Mortisi.

After all, this is only the first cemetery, and they have three goals in their hands, and he believes that one of them is true!

ps second more ~

When I was coding the manuscript in the afternoon, one feeling of decadence was hot, and the other feeling was hunger!

Alas, the decadence of eating less at lunch can't afford to hurt!

In the evening, friends have an appointment to masturbate~

This chapter is timed~

Thanks to sdicsn1888 for the reward of the www.biquge.info coins of Fun Pavilion, the prodigal son who wanders in the four seas, and the reward of turtle0920200 www.biquge.info coins of Fun Pavilion~~~ Decadence bows again and thanks to the brothers and sisters who support Decadence~~~ (To be continued......) R1292