Chapter 453 Inside the Cave Mansion

At this moment, seven gods are blocked outside the tomb of the immortal, and disputes abound. There is no other reason. In the previous few seconds, there were countless intrigues, and almost everyone was using their own methods to hinder the pace of others.

However, no one has been able to enter the tomb of the immortals now, and all kinds of grievances and grievances naturally broke out completely.

"Great wizard, you despicable villain."

With a gloomy face, the Dark Titan took a step forward, and the heavy iron anchor slammed heavily in front of the great wizard.

"I'm afraid of you?"

The great wizard was also not to be outdone, with flickering runes rippling all over his body, his momentum soaring. In an instant, the two god-level powerhouses collided, and every blow smashed the world apart.

Old man Sun and Son of Light also fought together.

At this moment, countless people's eyes were focused on the fierce battle between the gods, and no one noticed that when the gods were arguing, a figure stepped lightly, and then suddenly disappeared over the tomb of the immortals.

When Baqi Tengshe came back to his senses, he was looking for Lin Lang's revenge, but he suddenly discovered that Lin Youye had disappeared without a trace.

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The formation patterns covering the tombs of the immortals were already obliterated to a very shallow state, and now they have been attacked by many gods, and they have basically been destroyed. Even if they are repairing themselves, they are still unstoppable. You Ye body technique.

Lin Lang stepped in, and then his figure flashed, and he appeared again inside the immortal tomb, separated from the outside world by only a layer of formation lines, but the sight of the outside world could not penetrate here.

Under the feet is a layer of bluestone brick land. The room is very spacious, about several hundred square meters, filled with rooms of all sizes.

"this is……"

Lin Lang swept his gaze, and behind him, at the weakest part of the pattern, there was a black paw print, about two or three meters long, extending to the corner of the wall below.

"In this way, the weakness of the formation pattern in the tomb of the immortal is not due to the erosion of time, but the attack from the outside world. The owner of the paw print tried to force his way in, but was blocked from the outside world." Lin Lang's eyes flickered .

The surrounding aura is also extremely dense. In this fully enclosed space, the aura cannot be lost to the outside, so the aura can be stored for a long time.

Lin Lang waved his hand, and the Sifang Seal was suspended above his head, spinning slowly, and a tyrannical devouring force gushed out, absorbing all the spiritual energy around him.

"It seems that they should have gone to the room on the next floor." Lin Lang frowned, and searched around, but did not find Earl Wilson and the others. Those scattered small rooms were just simple furnishings, full of decay. Everyday things, nothing out of the ordinary.

This place is more like a residential house. There are basically traces of life in every room, and occasionally there are some messy exercises or notes, which are all ordinary. In exchange for a strong man in the divine realm, he is like a shoe, and it is not rare to even take it away.

Near the four-corner room, here is a staircase with a candlestick on top of the balustrade, and wooden blocks scattered nearby, full of battle marks.

Apparently, the few people he entered before had a battle here, and then they left here and went to the next floor. It's just that the object of the four people's battle is not each other, but these seemingly disorganized wooden blocks on the ground.

This is a kind of wooden puppet, with formations imprinted on it, but its strength is not very strong, and it can be crushed by raising a hand in the God Realm.

"The master here is still proficient in puppet art?"

Lin Lang's eyes flickered. It is not easy to learn the puppet art. The threshold for entry is a pattern master, and a considerable understanding of the puppet art is also required. Formation masters have a noble status and require extremely high talents, which are rare even in the fairy world.

Looking at the corpse of the wooden puppet on the ground, Lin Lang was a little moved, but there was no extra space on his body to carry it, so he had to look regretfully at the precious wooden puppet material, and had to give up.