Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 2070: Screaming endlessly

In the boundless void, the youth disintegrated and turned into fly ashes. Hunting text????????

This caused the place to fall into deathly silence, and everyone was cold, like an ice cave.

The youth is not weak, but a monk in the late eighth stage, who disintegrated silently, which is simply incredible!

What's even more frightening is that there are two more people who have disappeared like a cloud of smoke, both of whom are well-founded eighth-level monks.

"What's the matter? Why did they disintegrate for no reason?" An old man trembled, unable to conceal his fear.

Most of the people present were also uneasy and dared not move for fear of touching the organs.

"If I didn't guess wrong, they should have touched the treasure." Ling Xian's eyes narrowed, surprised and cold.

Except for the monks, there are only treasures left here. Therefore, after the three of them disintegrated, he took a closer look.

It is true that this is a treasure, but there is a weird power, like a curse, and you will die if you touch it.

"Touched a treasure?"

Everyone present was amazed, some distanced from the treasure, and some stayed still.

In the eyes of everyone, Ling Xian was just a cultivator in the early eighth stage, ordinary and unremarkable.

Therefore, his words are not very convincing.

"What's your basis?" The sword-bearing man glanced at Ling Xian faintly.

"No, if you don't believe it, you can try it." Ling Xian said with an indifferent expression, unintentional and the sword-bearing man.

He looked at the endless treasures like stars, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't hide his worry.

If you touch the treasure to disintegrate, that’s fine. If you don’t touch it, you’ll do it, but if you don’t touch it, you will burn your body.

If this is the case, then this place is too dangerous.

"Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?" The sword-bearing man's eyes were cold, his sword intent swept across all directions.

However, it was blocked by Sun Zhen.

At the same time, the old man in black also appeared in front of Ling Xian, the horror aura spread, causing the sword-bearing man to frown slightly.

"It turned out to be protected by them." The sword-bearing man sneered, his momentum gradually converging, and his sword intent dissipated.

Although he was not afraid of Sun Zhen and the old man in black, it was a trouble after all. After weighing the pros and cons, he chose not to care about Ling Xian.

"Thank you both." Ling Xian smiled, too lazy to bother with the sword-bearing man.

"You are polite." Sun Zhen waved his hand and said sternly: "What is yours, is it true?"

"You will find out if you try with a clone."

Ling Xian faintly smiled, the power contained in the treasures here is very strange, as terrifying as a curse, but it is definitely not a curse.

Therefore, Sun Zhen loses a clone at best, without harming him.

"Okay." Sun Zhen nodded lightly, his brows lighted, and he condensed into a clone.

After that, his clone touched a treasure, and there was a sign of dissipating immediately.

After the three breaths, it dissipated like a cloud of smoke, leaving no trace.

This caused Sun Zhen's pupils to shrink and shake.

The same goes for everyone present.

Although it was just a clone, it didn't even have 50% combat power in the main body, but Sun Zhen was a powerhouse in the ninth stage, and even just 10% combat power was enough to sweep the eighth stage.

Therefore, the cultivators of the eighth stage were shocked, and the strong of the ninth stage were also moved.

"Believe it now." Ling Xian sighed lightly, quite a headache.

If you don't touch the treasure, it will turn into fly ash, then this place is too dangerous, even if it is more dangerous than the sacred mountain, the sea of ​​reincarnation, and so on.

Fortunately, for now, as long as you don't touch the treasure, nothing will happen.

"It turned out to be because I touched a treasure..."

"I thought I was running from time to time, but I didn't expect it, but it was bad luck."

"It's really bad luck. I didn't say it for nothing. It's a question of whether I can leave alive."

Everyone present sighed and sighed, but they were also terrified in their bitterness.

Even the clones of the ninth realm strong can only hold on to three breaths, which naturally makes them panic.

"Weird power..."

Sun Zhen frowned, turned his gaze to Lingxian, and said, "Do you have a way?"

"Nothing."

Ling Xian sighed, the power contained in the treasure was weird and powerful, even if he had many methods, there was no way to resist it.

What makes him even more troublesome is that he can't leave.

Unmatched suction always exists, and with his power, it can't be resisted at all.

"This is troublesome, do you want to be trapped here until you die of old age?"

Sun Zhen's brows were furrowed, and another scream rang out as soon as he spoke. It is not difficult to hear the fear and despair in this person's tone.

After that, the screams kept coming and going.

In just a few breaths, more than 20 people turned into fly ash, leaving no trace of blood.

What's more frightening is that everyone can see clearly, none of these people have touched the treasure.

"What the **** is going on? Why did you die if you didn't touch the treasure?"

"It's terrible, I want to leave this ghost place!"

"I shouldn't have come, the tomb of Emperor Zhentian is terrible."

Everyone was horrified, and even the ninth realm's great power changed their colors.

"The worry is still born." Ling Xian's heart sank. If he doesn't touch the treasure, there will be nothing wrong. There is a glimmer of life.

If you don't touch it, you will die, so there is really no hope.

Even the clone of the ninth realm strong can only insist on the three breath time, how can he resist it?

"Ahhhhh..."

The screams continued, and every monk set foot on Huangquan Road, making everyone present horrified and shuddered.

As time passed, many people trembled and cried.

The pressure is too great, no one knows whether the next person to die will be himself.

"Tricky." Ling Xian furrowed her brows, with nothing to do.

The power contained in the treasure is weird and powerful. He can neither prevent nor resist.

"You can only start from the root cause. Only in this way can you break the game."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, what is the root cause? Emperor Zhentian!

Along the way, he only saw crises and treasures, but did not see the coffin of Emperor Zhentian. If he could find it, he could break the game if he wanted to.

At the moment, Ling Xian's eyebrows are bright, and a storm of spirits is set off, sweeping all directions.

After a few breaths, he noticed a very faint spatial fluctuation above his head. If it weren't for his keen sense, he couldn't show it at all.

"It should be an independent space~IndoMTL.com~ or, in other words, the location of the coffin of Emperor Zhentian."

Ling Xian muttered to himself, then raised his hand and punched, blasting into the boundless void.

The result is like a stone sinking into the sea, without ripples.

"It really didn't work."

Ling Xianjian frowned, then turned his gaze to Sun Zhen, and said: "From the current situation, if you want to break the game, you can only find the source."

Speaking, he pointed to the top of his head: "There is an independent space there, I hope you can break it open."

Hearing that, Sun Zhen agreed without saying anything. The reason why he can live to this day is entirely because Ling Xian found out the weakness of that small world.

Therefore, he naturally wouldn't question it.

At the moment, Sun Zhen has a palm in the air, and the power of terror is shaking the earth.

At the same time, the old man in black also took action, trying to break through the independent space and find the coffin of Emperor Zhentian.