All the way forward, Lin Hao, regardless of the others, went straight to the hall. There were many corpses on the way. Lin Hao didn't see them at all.

Soon, under Lin Hao's deliberate acceleration, Lin Hao could not help frowning before he came to the hall.

It's full of blood!

Before Lin Hao even got close to the main hall, he felt the blood in the sky. The blood stagnating in the air didn't seem to come from here.

Lin Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, but he found that the place with the most serious blood stagnation seemed to be farther away. It was so good that there was something here wantonly absorbing the blood of heaven and earth. It was a little terrible.

However, no matter how Lin Hao carefully traced the breath, he could not find the source of blood gas condensation.

What on earth is doing evil here? Even Lin Hao didn't think of the clue to this place. He couldn't trace it and couldn't figure it out. Lin Hao could only hide his inner confusion and focus his eyes on the scene of the hall.

At this moment, the main hall has been surrounded by endless clay figurines. It is not a picture that can be described clearly by ten, two, ten or twenty thousand. The main hall of the palace is 100 feet high, but under the siege of the bustling clay figurines, it seems to stand out from the crowd.

At the moment, the main hall is like a stone pillar standing in the surging river, and all the waves formed by clay figurines are pounding the pillars of the river again and again, which makes people wonder how long this stone pillar can last?

In fact, even if the main hall was suddenly broken, Lin Hao thought it was normal, but it was just because there were too many clay figurines in front of him, and his strength was too strong.

Around the clay figurines here, Lin Hao can see that no clay figurine is lower than the rank of martial arts master. Even the lower level martial arts masters are very rare. That is to say, basically, all the clay figurine waves in front of him are above the middle level martial arts masters!

It can be said that a martial arts master is not as good as a dog, and his martial arts spirit is everywhere.

Lin Hao is sure that if these people are not clay figurines, but real practitioners, it will be easy to level a low-end kingdom with such quantity, even if it is a kingdom with King Wu.

Fortunately, these are only clay figurine armies without low intelligence and strength, otherwise they really don't know what to do.

In fact, Lin Hao has not studied the origin of these clay figurines. Although he has been exposed to this before, it is the means of "return of the soul", Lin Hao still does not know what weaknesses or other characteristics there are.

However, at this point, there is not much to think about. Now, there is no way out. Being trapped by Canggou, Lin Hao is in a dilemma. He can only go in and can't go back. He secretly scolds husky for thousands of times, and then he raises his head.

In front of his eyes is a sea of clay figurines in Wuyang. Lin Hao is suddenly a little dull, and he is in the same place for a moment.

Now the question is, how can we get there?

Hard break? Let's not say how many clay figurines there are. Is Lin Hao enough to take his life to fill them in? He just asked, what kind of hammer does Lin Hao have after he goes in?

For a moment, Lin Hao was stunned on the spot. On the sky, a line of crows flew by. Lin Hao's face was muddled. Right, who am I? Where am I

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