Not only did he have no sympathy or respect, he even kicked the corpse of the disciple and let the other side out of the array, half of his body was in the dark.

"Damn, it's just some bad luck. No wonder I didn't get any treasure. I just wandered around in this blind place..." he spat discontentedly. His mouth still kept on talking. He complained wildly, and his eyes were a little tired and crazy.

"I can see clearly that this bad luck has disturbed my luck. If it wasn't for him, I would have made a great success now, and still used it here"

the dim minded disciple simply covered his ears, turned his back to the irascible elder brother, and looked at the disciple in Tsing Yi - he thought he was still a rational man, not just like the irascible elder brother It's a treasure to cherish one's life.

As the spirit of the emperor's tomb said before, although the first level is full of wandering spirits, there are some special existence. The two blue ghost fires are the first time they see them. They may be one of the special existence. If they kill them, they may be qualified to enter the next level.

But this time he turned around, he was stunned in the same place, and he couldn't say what he was full of, while the disciple in green was paralyzed on the ground, and there was no light in his pupils, only despair in his eyes.

The grumpy old brother saw that the other two did not speak, and also noticed that something was wrong. He swearing and turning around: "why don't you two put one of your bullshit?"

He looked at the despair on the green disciple's face, and the solemnity in the Yellow disciple's eyes. His originally ferocious face was even worse.

He caught the bloody sword in his hand, pulled out his sword and became a double swordsman. He looked around at the situation. He always felt that something was wrong. He couldn't tell what was wrong. He could only stare at his eyes in vain.

"It's gone..." the Yellow disciple came back and slowly stood up and pulled out his sword. "The blue ghost fire is gone."

Brother irritable can be regarded as a reaction, a pair of tiger eyes suddenly turned their eyes and looked in the direction of the green clothes disciple - sure enough, the blue ghost fire that had just been still in the distance had disappeared.

His already nervous nerves are even more on the verge of breaking out, his eyes are constantly exploring, and his cold sweat is falling into his clothes, which may become the second person to collapse at any time.

But in the dark, a hoarse voice suddenly rang, vaguely saying something, which made the paralyzed disciple in green also get up and listen.

The other side is not like a wandering soul. Although their voice is fuzzy, it is not ethereal. They can still hear a few words clearly: "not... That can be said... Fast..."

the three people slowly lean together, back to back, the sword in their hands trembles slightly, and they repeat a few fuzzy words repeatedly in their mind.

What do you mean? They happen to think, what does each other mean, what can, what is not, what is there in the dark?

But in this endless darkness, no one dare to ask questions, no one dare to take the lead in their own steps, to find out the answer to all this, can only stare in vain, waiting for a second.

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