What is this token?

The key token of the classical tomb!

Now, this key token actually shines here! It means that this is the tomb of classical!

that is really good! There is nowhere to be found after breaking through the iron shoes, and the effort pays off!

Actually fell into the tomb of classical inexplicably!

It turns out that the key to this classical tomb is used in this way!

Hahaha...

Lu Chen couldn't help but thanked himself for his good luck for a while, saved the individual, and fell on the tomb of the classical. Forget it, when he was chased and killed, he fell into the tomb of the classics, and his enemy was easily killed by himself.

Moreover, he happened to be alone now, and if he was still with Yuluan at this moment, he would not be able to directly check the contents of the tomb.

All the coincidences are almost luck, that won't work!

It seems that the things in this classical tomb should be their own!

Lu Chen was ecstatic in his heart, stretched out his hand to bend his head on the steps in front of him, and slapped him fiercely.

"Boom." There was only a muffled sound.

In the underground palace outside, a heavy iron gate suddenly fell, which was completely sealed off, forming a dead place.

Lu Chen was a little dazed. He still didn't know what was going on, but he waited for a long time, and nothing happened to him, so he immediately walked forward.

This token key is obviously left to posterity by Classical.

With the key in hand, as long as Lu Chen follows the direction he directed, he won't encounter any danger.

...

The Jinyi Spirit Race, who had not had time to leave in the underground palace, immediately knew it was not good when they heard the strange external noise, and rushed towards the palace gate like electricity.

However, when Jingtie fell, all the outlets in all directions were completely blocked.

The lights were gloomy, and the light of the shark beads flickered, extremely cold.

Following the guidance of the key, Lu Chen stepped up the stairs, seeing that there was a wall at the end of this place, and he couldn't help but knock on a wall standing in front of him.

The wall opened immediately, revealing a door.

Lu Chen walked in slowly, and the entire underground palace below was completely revealed in his eyes.

This underground palace is now in a mess. In the short time he walked up the steps, all the exquisite decorations and carvings in the underground palace were completely destroyed by the angry Jinyi Spirit Race.

The square iron gate made of fine iron was also printed with a lot of marks.

A sneer flashed in his eyes, if it was really a classical tomb.

I am afraid that this spirit race will not have the ability to break through until death.

With a cold color in his eyes, Lu Chen looked down at the Jinyi Spirit Clan that crazily rushed into the square iron gates below, and asked directly: "I remember, you have to chase us persistently, right? This is the tomb of classical ?"

Hearing Lu Chen's voice, the Jinyi Spirit Race immediately turned and looked here.

However, when Lu Chen's voice fell, the Jinyi Spirit Race could not help but change his expression: "You still came for the tomb of the classical! I should kill you just now!"

Under the radiance of the shark pearls on the walls of the underground palace, with the clamor of the Jinyi Spirit Race, a ground was slowly cracked under his feet.

"Boom..."

Under the cracked ground, countless irregular and rotating sharp knives were slowly revealing their true colors.

The time of the knife was cold, and the sharp blade was glowing with cold, which was extremely poisonous.

Watching this scene, the expression of the Jinyi Spirit Race changed.

The ground cracked bigger and bigger, and merged towards the left and right. The ground under the underground palace was less and less.

"Buzzing..."

Thousands of revolving knives were spinning fast, the light of the knives mixed with ice and cold, this originally gloomy underground palace became a **** knife mountain.

"It seems that it is not you who want to kill me, but the classics, who want to kill you." Lu Chen couldn't help but feel a little bit cold in his heart as he watched this scene. He understood why people can't fly here.

If it could fly, this classical tomb would have been discovered and dug away.

I don't know where it is located in the Warcraft Forest.

Hearing the words, the Jinyi Spirit Race raised his head, and in the space above the underground palace in front of him, Lu Chen was standing on the rock wall with a cold expression, looking down at him.

The Jinyi Spirit Race suddenly raised its eyebrows and let out a whistle. The long sword in his hand flew horizontally and shot towards Lu Chen above.

Lu Chen let out a slight cold snort from the tip of his nose and flicked his fingers.

Suddenly, I saw that arc-shaped lightning, mixed with red flames, struck down towards the Jinyi Spirit Race.

Even if the lightning flashed, Lu Chen sent countless lightning and flame **** down.

Seeing this, the face of the Jin-clothed Spirit Race underneath changed drastically, almost utterly disreputable.

Seeing this, Lu Chen didn't want to continue to look at it. He looked at the golden light of the key and pointed to a brick wall, only then knew that he had just typed it wrong. Immediately raised his hand slowly and pressed on the stone wall.

The stone wall slowly closed behind him, without the slightest gap, a new stone cave appeared beside him. Lu Chen, holding the token key, raised his foot and walked in.

...

The faint shark beads gleamed, and the underground palace became more and more gloomy.

The wind is overwhelming, gently.

I don't know where the wind comes from in this tight cave.

But Yuluan did see it, and felt the shady wind blowing by her, blowing the stacks of gauze in front of her.

In the exquisite palace in front, silks of various colors were hanging, gently swinging and flying with the shady wind.

The overlapping shadows of the veil are misty with hundreds of strands of veil. Under the light of the faint shark beads, they rippling with thousands of styles. But it also outlines the coldness and gloom that makes people's backs cold.

Yuluan is not like Lu Chen, first think this place is a powerful residence.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yuluan looked cold and didn't say a word.

She just remembered that this magical scroll of life and death would normally send people to the nearest dangerous place.

Now she doesn't need to look at it, she can also locate the place in front of her.

It's definitely a hidden trial place or treasure hiding place in the Warcraft Forest, and it was discovered by the Spirit Race first, otherwise they would not chase them in hot pursuit.

In order to prevent them from leaking secrets.

Slowly stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and there was a slight cold flash between Yuluan's eyebrows.

There were crises everywhere here, and she and Lu Chen fell in confusion.

Seeing the overlapping light yarns flying in front of him, Yuluan's face was cold, and now he and Lu Chen had separated. If they wanted to reunite, it might not be easy.

Now, Lu Chen might have to face the chase of those spirit race people.

And he will always face the lingering spirit people. Yuluan's face was very heavy, and her breath was colder than the wind blowing from nowhere.

He glanced coldly at the palace in front of him, and Yuluan quickly pinched his fingers.

Binghuo, Bingjin...

At any rate, Yuluan is also one of the masters of the shaking day auction house, and there are not only many things, but also miscellaneous things.

She would also be able to use calculation methods like the Witch Clan.

"south."

After pausing his fingers, Yuluan glanced at the screen palace in front of him, then took out the magic weapon to determine the direction, and immediately lifted a step and walked forward.

After listening and walking around in the cave, Yuluan slowly avoided the search of a few spirit races, getting closer and closer to Lu Chen's position.

However, the light veils are piled up, and the cool breeze is flying, there is no feeling of coolness, but the endless cold is born in the heart, and the back is straight.

Yuluan walked slowly and slowly, step by step, his breath became slower and slower, almost blending with the breath of this cave.

"Wow."

In this suffocating cold silence, a sudden movement that broke through the air broke the silence in this side.

A green-clothed spirit clan shoots in like a meteor, and the gauze is raised slightly, and the Yuluan walking in it is directly exposed to the green-clothed spirit clan's eyes.

A light pink dress, the whole person is beautiful and picturesque.

The green-clothed spirit tribe's eyebrows sank, and a sword pierced towards Yuluan who was in the veil.

Whether it is a man or a woman, if you break into this place, you must kill without mercy.

There wasn't a trace of expression fluctuation on Yuluan's face, and she coldly watched the sword shoot at her like lightning.

Turning his toes, his figure disappeared behind the sky veil behind him.

"Wow!"

With a sword across the air, the screen was chopped in half by the green-clothed spirit clan with a sword, and fluttered down.

The light veil fell, but there was no word from behind.

Seeing this step, the green-clothed spirit race stood still in the light gauze tent, and the sword light in his hand surged like a poisonous snake.

Yuluan smiled slightly in the dark. She recognized that this person was the one who had trouble with Lu Chen just now. Then, just play with him.

At the moment, Yuluan Lian moved lightly and shattered, vaguely.

Accompanied by the wind and the ethereal veil sound, it is almost unrealistic.

However, the ear power of the green-clothed spirit race was naturally different. He immediately swiped the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the sword slammed towards the place where the sound was made. It was murderous and incomparable.

A sword shattered the fluttering gauze, and the silk fragments flew down in all directions along with the sword aura of the green-clothed spirit race.

No one, there is still no shadow of Yuluan.

The green-clothed spirit clan frowned, no matter how high her cultivation level, she would never be able to fly here, it would be impossible to catch such a trace of avoidance.

A cool breeze blows, and the veils of various colors dance lightly.

In this light dance, Yuluan stood coldly on the first floor of the palace, wearing a pale pink dress.

There was a colder light in those beautiful eyes.

The green-clothed spirit race glanced at her figure, immediately backhanded with a sword, and at the same time took shelter.

Yuluan put his hands behind his back, but he didn't move when he saw this.

The veil around you is flying and rippling.

"boom."

A sharp and extremely loud collision sounded suddenly, shattering the silence of this hall.

The green-clothed spirit clan slashed with a sword on the fluttering veil in front of Yuluan.

The sonorous sound is like the sound of iron objects colliding with each other, and there is weirdness on the soft, weak veil.

The green-clothed spirit race was taken aback for a moment, and the right hand holding the sharp sword was slightly numb. The sword just now seemed to have been chopped on a boulder, and his arm was slightly numb.

Yuluan behind the veil carried his hands on his back, and did not move a single movement.

How is this going?

Before the green-clothed spirit race could understand, Yuluan's figure flashed and instantly sank into the veil curtain.

The green-clothed spirit race only felt that the figure in front of him was swayed, and the figure disappeared. The speed was almost as ghostly.

He frowned immediately, no, this place is not right.

The green-clothed spirit race stepped forward and flew away in the direction where Yuluan disappeared.

However, he stepped out one step, and the veil curtains on the periphery suddenly began to rotate.

It fluttered, and in an instant, it seemed that the entire palace had begun to spin.

The green-clothed spirit race was suddenly shocked, looking at the veil that began to spin around him from slow to fast, his back was as cold as ice.

Feeling the extraordinary speed and tenacity of these veils, the eyes of the green-clothed spirit race could not be serious in an instant.

He directly operated the demon element, and slashed it with a few swords against the veil.