Chapter 1647 Soul Seducer

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Today's Ling Xian, even without the help of the golden armor, can still fight two moves with the ordinary Eighth Realm Great Power. Copy the URL to visit http://www.vodtw.com In the seventh realm, it is the world-shattering arrogance that only has seven extreme realms , to compete with him.

Therefore, he just waved his hand and blasted the black-clothed man out.

This scene stunned everyone present.

At the moment, the people around Ling Xian avoided one after another, especially those who planned to attack him, they were even more frightened.

In this way, he easily entered the tomb.

The same is true for the elderly.

After a few breaths, the ban emerged again, making those who didn't come in annoyed.

But the person who came in changed a lot.

It's just because there are corpses under their feet, and those faces are full of horror, indicating what kind of terror they encountered before they died.

And the rich yin in the tomb also made everyone feel cold, like falling into an ice cave.

"That's the elder of Chixiamen! He actually died here?"

"Oh my god, so many people died as soon as I entered, how dangerous is this place?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be here!"

Everyone exclaimed, and their words were full of fear.

No way, the impact of this scene is too great, looking around, at least three or four hundred corpses.

Although from the opening of the tomb to the present, at least three or four thousand people have to come in, but don't forget, this is just the entrance!

So many people died as soon as they came in, one can imagine how dangerous it would be later!

Therefore, most people are afraid and regret it.

Unfortunately, it is too late.

There are restrictions, not only can't get in, but also can't get out.

"The tomb of a lifetime is really dangerous."

Ling Xian's expression became solemn, and the old man also restrained his smile.

But at this moment, a gloomy wind arose, like a sword like a sword, causing everyone to spit blood and wailing loudly.

Even someone as strong as Ling Xian felt the pain was unbearable.

At the moment, he was running the Great Desolation Heavenly Art, and the flower of the avenue appeared, isolating the yin wind.

Everyone also used their own means to resist the terrifying Yin wind.

But not everyone can block it like Ling Xian. The wind was quite strong, killing several people on the spot.

After every breath, several people fell down, and in the blink of an eye, more than 20 people had already died.

This made the others even more fearful, and they were all terrified and desperately resisting.

"Go forward, stay here, there is only one dead end."

Ling Xian frowned, and the flower of the avenue hung down with clear light, isolating the yin and wind, and not a single trace of it could penetrate.

After that, he strode forward, head held high.

And hearing him say this, everyone woke up one after another, and immediately started to move forward at full speed.

It's a pity that the overcast wind is so strong that it's difficult to even resist. How could it be possible to fly? No matter how hard he tried, he could only walk on foot like Ling Xian.

Compared to Ling Xian, who was striding a meteor, everyone was undoubtedly struggling a lot.

Only a few people can follow in his footsteps.

The old man is one of them.

He walked side by side with Ling Xian and sighed: "The tomb of a thousand deaths and one life is indeed a well-deserved reputation."

"Scared?"

Ling Xian took a deep look at the old man and couldn't see through the strength of this person. It was a bit like the seventh realm, and it was also a bit like the eighth realm.

But one thing is certain, the strength of the old man is by no means inferior to him.

"You are not afraid, how can I be afraid?" The old man smiled.

"I'm afraid there is no way."

Ling Xian smiled lightly and said, "There is no turning back when the bow is opened. Since you and I have already entered, there is only one way to go forward."

"Let's go, see the end, become the nourishment of that unknown life, or get the inheritance and retreat."

The old man narrowed his eyes, his footsteps were steady and firm, firm.

Ling Xian is even more so.

He strode forward with great strides, moving forward with determination, even if the gloomy wind raged, he could not stop his footsteps, not even a trace.

As if this is just a breeze, it will only make people feel comfortable.

But to most people, this is an immemorial beast.

They don't have Ling Xian's strength, not only every step is very difficult, but there are more and more scars on their bodies.

In a short period of time, more than ten people fell.

This made many people a little desperate, knowing that it would not be long before they would be like them.

And just when some people were desperate, the yin wind suddenly stopped, as if nothing had happened.

Immediately afterwards, a cliff appeared in front of everyone.

The cliff is steep, and the water below is red and viscous, like blood.

Nine iron chains hang in the air, one end is embedded in the cliff, and the other end is embedded in the opposite mountain wall. It is like a steel bridge for pedestrians to cross the blood river.

But this is undoubtedly extremely ridiculous in the eyes of practitioners.

Practitioners can fly, even in the Qi refining period, they can cross the river of blood, do they need iron chains?

"This river..."

Ling Xian narrowed his eyes, pulled out a hair, and threw it into the river of blood.

After that, the hair fell into the river and disappeared.

This scene made everyone's eyes widen in horror.

Just because Ling Xian's hair was not suspended, it meant that the river had no buoyancy.

"it is as expected."

Ling Xian sighed, not even a single hair floated up, how could he, such a living person, be able to fly?

"It seems that the only way to reach the opposite side is through the iron chain." The old man narrowed his eyes.

"That's a dead end too."

Ling Xian sighed and said, "Look carefully, what is this?"

"Um?"

The old man frowned and looked at the chain carefully, seeing the yin energy rising from the object, engraved with red lines, and his complexion changed involuntarily.

"Soul hook?"

"Yes, this is the legendary soul hook."

"Once you stand up, the soul will be pulled out of the body, and even the eighth realm can't resist it."

Ling Xian's expression is solemn, the soul hook is not a magic weapon, nor a magic technique, but an existence like a ghost and beast.

It is condensed by yin qi, specializing in the soul, and ranks sixth in the list of horrors in the top ten tombs, even more terrifying than ghosts and beasts.

"I encountered this thing, trouble." The old man's expression darkened.

So are the people.

Although he didn't know what the soul hook was, Ling Xian's power was obvious to all, and even he found it difficult, how could everyone not be discolored by it?

"Fortunately, I know the method of cracking, otherwise, I can only be trapped here."

Thinking of the cracking method created by the ghost hunter, Ling Xian smiled faintly, quite fortunate.

"You actually have a way to break it?"

The old man was shocked, everyone didn't know the horror of the hook, how could he not know? Even he is not sure to resist.

However, Ling Xian said that he could crack it, which naturally shocked him.

"If I don't have the skills, I won't come to the tomb of the dead."

Ling Xian pulled away his smile and said, "This kind of legendary tomb is no joke."

Saying that, he formed a strange seal with both hands, evoking mysterious power and attaching it to the nine iron chains.

In the next instant, the nine iron chains glowed red, as if they were fighting.

Immediately, Ling Xian's face paled a little, and his body trembled a little.

However, his hand that formed the seal did not tremble in the slightest, like a rock, firm and unshakable.

After a while, the red light gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared completely.

"It's really broken..."

The old man was greatly shocked, and suddenly looked at Ling Xian.

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