The iron beetle was angry, and began to scream, and a number of iron beetles appeared strangely from the rock wall. At the same time, those ghosts also became different.

Hua Lianlu rushed into the waterfall, those resentful spirits couldn't stop everyone at all.

Left Thirteen and Dongfang Muren began to shrink their circles, and those ghosts actually began to swallow each other. In the ground, the nine white bones had awakened two heads, and they looked strange.

"Brother Dongfang, go in together!"

"good!"

Dongfang Muren refused the essence and blood again, and the golden fire on his body made Zuo Shisan nod his head.

"Sanming Golden Fire!"

"This is ancient golden fire. It seems that Senior Brother Dongfang is not simple."

"the same as you!"

The two can still chat, in this case, let those casual cultivators stabilize. Relying on the golden fire and the yellow spring fire, these loose repairs escaped from the nether, just bombarding and killing the iron beetle.

It's just that there are too many iron beetles. In this case, everyone is also exhausted.

"go!"

The thirteenth from the left seized the opportunity to kill another Nether again. At the same time, the yellow spring fire headed towards the waterfall. This is what the thirteenth from the left is going to do, and the thirteenth from the left is going to explode grievances.

"boom!"

The Nether Fire of Huangquan comes from Huangquan. The resentment was directly ignited when it encountered the nether fire. This waterfall is almost like a pillar of fire. The pillar of fire that reaches the sky makes the ghost and the wraith disappear.

The iron beetle near the waterfall was also burned into dross.

"Can it still happen?"

Dongfang Muren looked in surprise, and the others looked at Zuo Thirteen with excitement.

"What are you waiting for, hurry in!"

The thirteenth from the left gestured to Dongfang Muren, who also understood that the flame on the thirteenth from the left was better than his golden fire.

"Junior Brother, thank you very much!"

"Brother Zuo Thirteen, thank you!"

Wang Tong and others rose into the sky and headed towards the waterfall. These people all know that only with the thirteenth from the left can they enter the tomb.

Inside the tomb, Hua Lianlu and Jiang Rou did not leave, they were waiting.

"Out!"

"Where is the thirteenth from the left?"

Everyone looked at these casual practitioners, and the casual practitioners rushed in and explained quickly: "Brother Zuo, can actually ignite the waterfall. With this, we are all here."

"That's great!"

The people of Jin Jiazong cheered. Especially Jiang Rou, with tears rolling in her tears, she hopes to see the thirteenth from left in a while.

"boom!"

Dongfang Muren also rushed in, the golden light on his body went out, and Dongfang Muren was full of blood.

"Hurry up, there are only thirteen left!"

"Wait a moment!"

Jiang Rou suddenly thought of something and scolded: "He can't take the air, he is a real fairyland."

"what?"

These people finally realized that Dongfang Muren's face was difficult to look.

"I'll save him!"

Dongfang Muren just turned around and heard a terrifying explosion behind him.

"Boom!"

The entrance to the tomb collapsed, and a scary white bone head stood in front of everyone. Then the terrifying nether air spread out.

"Dodge!"

Dongfang Muren roared, protecting everyone, and quickly retreated to the depths. As long as they are contaminated by the nether air, they will all turn into nether.

"Thirteen!"

Jiang Rou was desperate, and the thirteenth left couldn't come up, and they couldn't save it either. The cave began to collapse crazily, and they all lost their direction in an instant.

Everyone was silent and could only escape.

In the dead zone, Wang Tong was dumbfounded. He originally followed Zuo Thirteen, hoping to take Zuo Thirteen Yukong with him at the last moment.

"Can you still remember that I can't Yukong?"

The thirteen from the left looked back at Wang Tong. Wang Tong didn't look careless, but was very careful.

"Are you interested in asking me this?"

"It's over, we are all going to die here."

Wang Tong looked at the waterfall in despair. The waterfall burst open, and the huge white bones on the ground rushed into the cave. In the water of resentment, the nine white bones have already begun to move around.

The iron beetles all around surrounded the left thirteen, and the resurrected people around were also staring. Now they are left, and Wang Tong is really going to cry.

"still have a chance!"

"Where is there any chance? My destiny, Wang Tong, who has cultivated for 30,000 years, will become a middle-ranking immortal. I thought that in the future, I could become an earth immortal and ascend to the immortal realm."

"My God, are you playing with me?"

Wang Tong was not a human race, and the smell of crying rose up, making the thirteenth left depressed.

"Stop crying, what's the use?"

"We are dying, we can't cry for a while!"

"Cry a shit, there is no way out in the back, isn't there still in the front? As long as we break out!"

"Road? How can there be any way?"

"Look at it!"

Wang Tong roared and pointed to the front, densely covered with iron beetles. The cave was destroyed, and these iron beetles came out. Tens of thousands of iron beetles have completely blocked the road.

Although there are cracks where they come in, they can't be seen anymore.

"With the help of the two of us, so many iron beetles, when we rush over, the bones underground will recover again, and those ghosts will be able to swallow us."

Wang Tong is definitely not a fool, and there is not much time left for them.

"Who said the two of us?"

Left Thirteen looked back at Sambo, Wang Tong was really desperate.

"Just rely on you zombie, you have a fart."

"Who said it was one?"

Zuo Thirteen smiled, and suddenly there was a roar in the shadow gathering ground behind him.

With this roar, Sambo was stunned. Sambo hollowed his eyes and turned his head slowly, and then saw a zombie emerge from the shadow gathering ground, jumping out.

He was wearing a proprietary blue robe and a hat.

"This, what is this?"

Wang Tong looked at it again, from within the Yin Gathering Ground, one by one, jumping out of the corpses, ran out of it.

If anyone sees this clothes, it is clearly the clothes of the "Qing Dynasty". These corpses were refined into iron corpses by the thirteenth left, all surrounded by thirteenth left.

"This is the Royal Zombie Armor?"

"This is the zombie army from my lower realm!"

"After enduring it for so long, I should use it at this time."

Zuo Thirteen Evil Charms laughed, these corpses in the lower realm were all obtained from the corpse Dao Sect when they were ascending. After all, leaving the Corpse Dao Sect, those doormen gave gifts to the thirteenth left one by one.

The top thirteen on the left didn't know that these guys from the Corpse Dao Sect all gave gifts for refining the corpse.

Especially Lan Xuegong and the others brought in corpse kings one by one.

"Zombie Army?"

Wang Tong looked at the boundless jumping zombies, these zombies stretched out their arms, standing together strangely.

"I told you, you don't understand."

"Three treasures, leave it to you!"

The thirteenth place on the left is like a zombie, almost becoming a zombie master, pointing to the three treasures. Sambo slowly came to these zombies, out of place.

The fangs rose up, and the corpse king burst out one by one, turning into gunpowder.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The iron beetle was also dumbfounded, and did not expect that the left thirteen on the opposite side would make so many creatures. The black light on their bodies couldn't target these refining corpses at all.

Those Nether looked at each other, they seemed to be surrounded by an army of zombies.