The lights were dim, and the light of the night's pearl flashed and the coldness was cold.

On the step above the step, Yun called to knock on a wall standing in front of him.

The wall opens immediately, revealing a door.

Yun Zhao slowly walked in, and the entire right hall below was completely displayed in his eyes.

It was a mess, and he only took the time to step on the steps. All the beautiful decorations and carvings in the right hall were all destroyed by the angry Jin Zun.

The square iron gate built by the fine iron also printed a lot of traces.

There was a sneer in my eyes.

The Emperor's Mausoleum of the Snow Holy Land is exhausted by countless efforts, not to mention one of the six priests in your neighborhood.

It is all six of you who are here, and don't want to break out from this place.

The fundus is generally cool, and Yun Zhao looks down at the gold sage that slams the square iron gate below, and the hand presses slightly on the wall.

Immediately below the complete ground, at the speed of seeing, slowly split a slit from the middle, and then slowly pull away from both sides.

In the lower right hall, the gold lord who struck the iron gate, seeing this out of phase, immediately turned to the place where the accident occurred.

The ground slowly opened, revealing the cold light below the black.

In the light of the night pearl on the wall of the right hall, the cold and sharp.

I saw only the cracked ground, and there were countless irregular knives that were rotating and slowly revealing their true colors.

The knife is cold and the sharp blade is chilly under the light of the night pearl.

It was a little dark, and it was a venomous poison.

Wan has a highly venomous rotary knife.

Jin Zun’s face changed.

The ground is getting more and more open, and it merges toward the left and the right. The ground that can stand under the right hall is getting less and less, and less and less.