Chapter 603

"You're not from ghost city?"

Duanmu frowned when she looked at him.

She has an excellent memory. She has been to the ghost city before. She once paid attention to the guards at the entrance of the ghost city. At a glance, she recognized that none of these guards were the same as those before the ghost city.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to die, get out of here immediately!"

The man in the black mask warned coldly.

Duanmu Ya looked at the corner of her lips and pulled it gently. She wrote a sneer on her lips, "I want to give it back to you word by word. Those who know each other will roll now."

The man snorted coldly and winked at the people nearby. Several people with good cultivation moved quickly and surrounded Duanmu yawang.

The man wearing a black mask immediately ordered, "since they don't listen to advice, they will be killed without amnesty!"

"Yes!"

Those people waved their weapons and rushed up!

Duanmu yawang did not move his steps, shrugged and said to the Sanskrit: "I'll give it to you."

"No problem."

"Make a quick decision."

"OK."

When the Vatican Sutra said, the old eye was cold and his crutches pounded on the ground. His strength was not heavy, but a large section of crutches fell into the ground!

For those who rushed over quickly, he seemed to have not seen it. He closed his eyes and silently recited, "whew", and the spirit pressure flashed, as if a huge mountain weighing thousands of kilograms was pressing straight towards those people!

Those people who had rushed straight over were immediately pressed so that they couldn't breathe. They couldn't even hold their weapons. They fell to the ground with a few clangs. At the same time, they knelt down with soft legs and covered their chest with dizzy breath!

However, the matter is not over yet. While the spiritual pressure is released, with a bang, a strong spiritual light diffuses from the Brahma Sutra under the crutch inserted into the ground!

"Ah!"

Those people not only had no strength to fight back, but also had no strength to dodge. They were attacked straightly, vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and fainted to death on the ground.

As soon as the sutra was released, everything at the entrance of the ghost city was solved.

Duanmu raised her eyebrows and applauded; "Buddhist Scripture, good, very powerful!"

This is the first time she has seen such a large-scale move of the Sanskrit Sutra. Sure enough, God is God. With a casual move, she can kill a large number of people!

For Duanmu yawang's praise, the Vatican Sutra felt comfortable and immediately patted his chest to ensure: "xiaoyawang, you will have a chance to see a more powerful Vatican Sutra adult in the future!"

"No, no, no, I'd better not have such a chance."

Once the Brahman Sutra is used, it shows that things are not simple. Her wish is world peace, okay?

Without waiting for the Sutra to speak, he said, "the obstacles are cleared. Let's go in."

"OK."

The Sanskrit Sutra is at the front, "Xiaoya, please pay attention to prevent sudden attack."

"OK."

Duanmu yawang answered, holding a child in one hand and carefully observing the situation around him.

However, until they entered the ghost city, no one suddenly ran out.

However, the more they went to the ghost city, the more intense the fighting sound inside. They followed the fighting sound and found that the fighting sound came from an exhibition hall in the ghost city.

In that exhibition hall, Duanmu yawang passed by when he was invited into the VIP room. It was a very large hall, about the size of a football field with an 800 meter circular runway.

At first she saw that there were all kinds of treasures on display in the above booth, including medicinal materials, drugs, and Lingshi Lingjing, as long as they were related to cultivation.

However, Duanmu yawang hasn't really walked into the exhibition hall.

All the way, there was no one in the corridor until it gradually approached the exhibition hall. When I looked at the entrance of the exhibition hall, I found that there were more than a hundred people fighting with weapons!

Duanmu yawang didn't go in immediately. He stood at the entrance of the exhibition hall and observed for a while. He found that these fighting people were divided into two groups, one was a group of people in black, and the other was a group of people wearing all kinds of brocade robes.

Those who wear brocade robes should be those who come to participate in special activities in the ghost city, right?

Duanmu Ya looked around and saw Chu Zichen vaguely in a place where the fight was the most intense. He was struggling with several people in black with good cultivation.

Seeing Chu Zichen's accurate moves, Duanmu yawang breathed a sigh of relief, "it seems that he's okay."

"Sister, what are these?"

Suddenly, huofei, who had been held by him, pointed in a direction.

Duanmu yawang took a look in the direction pointed by huofei, and saw a lot of square blocks side by side in the distance.

Although separated by a long distance, it looks like a coffin!

Could it be that someone was caught, killed and locked in the coffin?

Duanmu yawang thought so, his heart thumped, and immediately said, "go, I'll have a look!"

Then he took the hands of the two children and wanted to go and have a look.

At this time, someone suddenly found them and shouted, "who are you?"

Duanmuya looked and frowned. Before she could think about it, those in black stared and found that they came in from the outside, and their faces were even more ugly. Remembering the orders issued above, someone immediately shouted, "kill them! Let them have their life in and out!"

"Yes!"

A group of people in black poured in.

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyelids and didn't move. "Brahma Sutra, give me cover. Now I'm going to see the coffins."

"OK."

The Buddhist Scripture looked at the black people here and the people who came to participate in special activities. They were unevenly distributed. It was impossible to solve them at one time. In order not to hurt the innocent, he had to do it one by one.

Alas, I really wronged him, master Sanskrit.

While sighing, the Sutra quickly covered the end of the wood and looked to the place where the coffin was placed.

"Master, why are there so many sarcophagus here?"

As the distance approached, the little white deer looked at the sarcophagus and grabbed Duanmu yawang's hand.

"Are you afraid?"

Duanmu yawang noticed, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in surprise.

In fact, she was not surprised. After all, the little white deer was a God and was afraid of these coffins.

"What are you afraid of?"

The little white deer was quite small, with a proud face humming, "I just think it's strange and good here. How can there be so many coffins here?"

Then, thinking of something, he pouted his mouth again, grabbed Duanmu yawang's hand and tightened it: "however, I don't know why, the closer he was, the more gloomy and cold he felt, which made people strange and unhappy."