Not long after, a group of Wuhous had already flown down the abyss. Mu Rujie stood beside the cliff and pondered for a long time. After seeing no vision, he immediately flew down.

When the others saw this, they didn't hesitate anymore, even faintly trying to fight for the front, and each used their means to descend into the real tomb.

When Chen Fan landed, he was in front of the burial pit of the last emperor of the Dayong dynasty. All he saw were figurines, war horses, and chariots.

The magnificence is at its extreme, and the end can't be seen at a glance.

Chen Fan noticed that all the figurines were of the same height, with vivid facial expressions, almost the same as ordinary people, even with bright colors.

The soldier Ge in his hand is even more cold and exquisite, flashing in the dark light of the burial pit.

At this moment, everyone, look at me, and I look at you. In Mu Rujie's fierce eyes, a group of Wuhou are still walking in the forefront!

"Crack!"

Suddenly, the sound of Xi Xi Suo Suo came to my ears, and everyone seemed to be frightened, and they all stood still.

"Crack."

The sound continued to be heard, accompanied by the sound of falling rocks, spreading far in this quiet and vast world!

"Moved, this figurine moved!"

In front, a monk exclaimed, Chen Fan's pupils shrank, and he also noticed at the same time that a figure figurine beside him raised his spear!

"Seriously!"

In the distance, the war horse and the chariot seemed to awaken at the same time, and the war horse roared and began to collide.

Even Wuhou, who had a slightly lower cultivation base in the front, was immediately smashed and exploded!

This situation came too quickly, and it didn't even give people much time to react. After someone died accidentally, more people wanted to fly into the air to avoid the collision of the tank.

But after a try, despair finally appeared on his face.

No flying here!

In or out!

"Everyone, now that you enter this place, let your destiny be yours, you and I will rely on your means!"

Mu Rujie yelled and took out a pair of double knives from the storage bag, waving ferociously and rushing into the crowd of people.

On the other side, Venerable Blood, a blood-colored orb appeared on his chest, and the blood bloomed under the influence of spiritual power. Any human figurine who wanted to get close would be shocked into powder, and every time a human figurine disappears, blood His Holiness strengthened Shengyifen even more.

There is also the old crutches, don't look at him as sickly and dying, but he is also unbeatable at the first shot.

Surprisingly, although he has been on crutches, he is not lame.

The crutch in his hand looks unremarkable, but it can burst out with unparalleled majesty. Judging from the power, it is at least the level of the middle-grade Lingbao!

In comparison, the couple Luo Shange and Tang Qingwu, as well as the other Wuwang powerhouse methods, seemed to Chen Fan to be much more mediocre, and they did not resort to any amazing tricks.

I don’t know if it’s hidden, or it’s really just that.

Chen Fan is more inclined to the former. After all, he can cultivate to the realm of King Wu, so who is mediocre?

Although it seems that the situation is critical now, it is far from reaching the point where it is critical, at least for King Wu's combat power.

As for Wuhou...what if he is not dead?

After observing everyone's movements, Chen Fan was unwilling to show weakness, the sword of life and death flickered, and the lonely sword came out. Someone must be shattered.

For a while, the entire burial pit was in chaos, and some monks were beheaded by the rebel army, but more were sharp shots by Chen Fan and others, turning the figurines into endless gravel on the ground.

The scene fell into a stalemate for a while, and the endless human figurines were not afraid of death at all, and swarmed like a swarm. Everyone knows this situation.

Sooner or later, this figurine will be consumed alive here!