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"This person should be like us, a monk who has entered the immortal realm."

Emperor Wang leaned down and looked at the corpse.

Although the years have passed, the clothes on the bones are still like new clothes, without a trace of dust falling on them, covering the bones underneath.

"This is his Qiankun bag, but it's a pity that I don't know what's in it."

Qian Yuhou skillfully found a small bag from the corpse, shook his head and said.

They couldn't use spiritual power here, which meant they couldn't open the bag.

After saying that, he handed the bag to Song Siming, and Emperor Wang had no objection when he saw this.

It can be said that it is very common in the world of cultivation to kill people and seize treasures.

Although the owner of this corpse was not killed by them.

Qian Yuhou naturally looked down upon the contents of the Qiankun bag.

So for Emperor Wang's sake, he gave the thing directly to Song Siming.

"Then I'd like to thank you two fellow Taoists."

Song Siming was naturally not polite. He cupped his hands towards the two of them and put away the Qiankun bag.

I just wait until I get out of here later to open it and see what's inside.

"There are no external injuries on this person's body. Although we don't know what's inside, we still have to be careful."

Emperor Wang stood up and reminded the two people beside him.

There are no external injuries, which means that the corpse on the ground did not die at the hands of the Immortal Realm.

It is very likely that the soul was directly robbed from the body, causing the body to wither and die here.

Song Siming and the other two looked cautious after hearing this.

After looking at each other, they continued to follow Emperor Wang in front and walked deeper into the passage.

Walking silently in the darkness, the green lotus sword in his hand emitted a faint light, dispelling the darkness within one step.

As the three of them went deeper, they could feel the passage slowly going downwards.

At first they could also see the large hole leading to the field above.

But when you get to the back and front, there is only unspeakable darkness and that indescribable coldness.

As if they were walking towards the netherworld, a sense of depression gradually began to envelope the three of them.

Even Emperor Wang, who had always had a confident expression on his face, became serious.

Song Siming has the Green Lotus Sword in hand and the talent given by Li Cheng, so he can continue to persevere.

Qian Yuhou's expression has changed from the gloomy look at the beginning to exuding a cold aura, as if he has assimilated with this place.

But at this moment, the three of them seemed to have a big stone pressing on their hearts.

Although I know that if I keep going, I will definitely encounter something unimaginable.

But they knew there was no turning back, so they had no choice but to go on.

Continuing forward, Song Siming didn't know how long they had been walking.

This passage seems to have no end, and there are no discernible references around it.

Although he was holding the Green Lotus Sword tightly in his hand, his consciousness gradually became blurred as the coldness in his body spread.

"I... am the Supreme, come and see me!"

In a daze, Song Siming seemed to hear someone calling him.

A bright scene began to appear in front of what was originally dark and invisible.

It was a figure standing proudly in the sea of ​​fire.

He was dressed in black armor with sharp edges, and held a huge mace with boiling blood in his hand. He could stir up endless raging flames with just a flick of his hand.

"Buzz!"

There was a hint of desire in Song Siming's eyes, and he was about to take a step towards the figure, when suddenly there was a murmur in his ears that reached straight to his soul, forcibly pulling his consciousness back.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Song Siming gasped in horror.

I saw that the green lotus sword in his hand was now full of green light, clearly illuminating his pale and sweaty face.

"puff!"

Emperor Wang on the side also suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body suddenly became sluggish.

He saw Song Siming looking towards him and was about to speak, when he saw Qian Yuhou rushing forward like crazy.

"I am the Supreme! The Supreme!"

Qian Yuhou shouted crazily as he ran, and in an instant he ran into the cold darkness, leaving only his voice echoing far away in the passage.

This situation happened so fast that Song Siming and the two could not react at all.

However, there is no reason for the two of them to ignore death.

After looking at each other, they also started running at the same time, trying to catch up with Qian Yuhou who ran away in front.

"Wangdi, do you know something?"

While running, Song Siming saw Emperor Wang's expression solemn and his brows furrowed, and he asked as he ran.

The figure I saw before was really shocking.

In front of the other party, Song Siming couldn't even think of any resistance, and was so frightened that she just wanted to kneel at the other party's feet.

If it weren't for the protector of the Qinglian Sword, Song Siming would have become just like Qian Yuhou at this moment.

"It seems that you did see that figure. I have seen their figure before, on the thirty-first floor of the Tongtian Pagoda."

The spiritual sword in Emperor Wang's hand was not as powerful as the Green Lotus Sword. He relied on his own consciousness to resist the return.

Hearing Song Siming's question, he had nothing to hide, so he briefly told Song Siming what happened on the [-]st floor of the Babel Tower.

It was a war that covered all living beings in the entire mountain and sea world.

The culprits are the nine beings called "Supreme".

Emperor Wang didn't take it to heart at that time, after all, those things had passed for countless thousands of years.

Even the traces of its past existence have been completely wiped away by the ruthless years.

Unexpectedly, the things seen in the pagoda would actually appear in reality.

Faced with this reality, Emperor Wang, who had always been confident, also felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

As he spoke, the passage in front of him had reached the end.

If Emperor Wang hadn't caught Song Siming in time, he might have jumped directly into the abyss below.

Qian Yuhou, who was one step ahead of them, was stepping onto the suspended brick ladder, rushing towards the ruins tightly surrounded by bone-corrosive cold liquid.

With the faint light emitted by the flowing cold liquid, the shape of the ruins below can be seen, which looks very much like the location of a sect.

A huge dragon bone stretches across the entire ruins.

The terrifying dragon head faced a dilapidated white tower.

As if he wanted to swallow it in one gulp.

When Song Siming and Emperor Wang just cast their gazes on the white tower, blazing flames instantly appeared in their eyes, and a figure stood there silently with its back to them.

An irresistible impulse caused the two of them to start walking towards the suspended brick ladder, towards the figure.

But soon the two woke up again. Song Siming felt that his body felt inexplicably weak, and the Green Lotus Sword in his hand became much heavier.

Emperor Wang looked condescendingly at the dilapidated white tower below.

Looking through the ruins into the tower, there were no figures of flames, only a black coffin wrapped with several iron ropes.

And the purpose of Qian Yuhou was that strange black coffin.

"Stop him quickly! Otherwise we will all die!"

Emperor Wang withdrew his gaze, shouted to Song Siming, and immediately rushed forward with an arrow.

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