The last five-line battle tray is even more peculiar. It is like a huge crystal tray, with light and shadow changing, like an axe, a hammer, a knife, a spear and a halberd, and like a fist, a claw and a needle, it is thrown into the middle and long river, and Hu Tian’s gas transportation is coated with a colorful optical film to make it stand out.
Hu-day opened his mouth for a long time before he spat out a sentence "The way of destiny is really mysterious."
As soon as his voice fell, it was like a huge mirror being broken by a crashing wave, and he couldn’t help but take a step back.
When he looked at it again, a crystal mountain stood in front of him. The mountain was hundreds of feet high. At the foot of the mountain, a famous monk touched the mountain wall. Obviously, it was the lucky one who accidentally touched the array eye.
Brother Yu scattered around the Crystal Mountain in sequence, and Hu-day was the only one still in place.
"Look, there is a hole on the top of the Crystal Mountain!" I don’t know who suddenly shouted
Going!
A few iridescent lights in a second converge into a colorful stream, which is poured into the crystal mountain in less than a moment.
Blink your eyes and stay here. There are only about 100 monks. Among them, Manyinxian and the four heads of state, Tiange, are all in the city.
It’s not so easy to break into the sacred tomb of Fan Dust. These people are not going to wait and see and wait, and risk their lives by going in. Instead, they might as well wait for the exhausted lucky monk to come out of the Crystal Mountain with the treasure.
Killing people to win the treasure, quicksand star field is just a common occurrence, drinking water and breathing, which is very natural.
But soon someone screamed, "No, the surrounding wind wall is shrinking!"
Hu-day looked back and got a fright. Behind him, the original hundred-step wind wall has moved less than twenty paces away from himself.
Suddenly, the plan of waiting for him didn’t work.
The monks had to move to the crystal mountain wind wall one by one, and the situation was still strange. On the other side of the wind wall, a piece of sand was dark and opaque-the power of the devil’s tangible pole wind also surged
A friar then was caught off guard by the wind wall and was caught in the sand. His limbs flew like a sharp knife, and a bright red ball was covered by the black wind as soon as it exploded.
Seeing this scene, the moving speed of all people increased sharply.
The wind wall gathered from all sides faster and faster, and Hu Tian was caught among many monks and had to jump into the cave at the top of the Crystal Mountain.
The field of vision was suddenly filled with white light.
Section 12 God Sand Puppet
The white mountain is overwhelming, and the crazy storm suddenly disappears. Hu Tian remembers that he jumped from the top of the mountain, but he didn’t feel his health.
It’s like he’s in another world, like flying feathers
It seems that after a moment, it seems that it is a few days and nights. Not only Hu Tian, but also everyone in the Ziqing Mountain boat feels wrong about the time.
The white light finally dispersed to reveal a long tunnel.
The tunnel is two feet high and three feet wide, and the walls are long and wide, and dark yellow square bricks are staggered and piled up, and the road stretches out at the end of the field of vision.
Hu-day found that he didn’t know when he was in the middle of the tunnel, and then he didn’t see anyone. There seemed to be several dangers in the quiet and mysterious atmosphere.
It’s not bad news that there is no one else, especially in the quicksand star field.
Hu-day tried to communicate with God, and the people in Ziqing Mountain Boat didn’t get an instant response like in the intricate dust array.
"Where is this?" Bifei’s double response is full of curiosity and excitement.
"It seems that … it’s a passage." Lin Hongying observed the uncertain tunnel of the purple Lei Jian law mirror.
"Don’t be fooled by appearances, we may have fallen into the magic matrix." Jin Yong’s words are Hu Tian’s concerns, so he has not moved since just now.
"No, this is not a fairyland. This is a labyrinth of Wa people." At this time, Meng Gang said that his voice revealed a dignified.
"Ground maze?" At that time, everyone’s mind was drawn to the past, and everyone knew Meng Gang’s true identity.
Time is like quicksand, covering up the historical truth. 50 million years ago, the Proterozoic era was too far away from reality. Most of the real flows were very ethereal.
But Meng Gang is different.