In the soul-supporting passage, four large characters made of white bones were embedded in the blue-black rocks indiscriminately. Balls of blue phosphorus fires were jumping around the stone walls, bringing a layer of blue light to the entire aisle. The players entering were all illuminated with blue faces, like ghosts.

The level 34 monster, the Bone Spirit of the Pluto, looks like a mutated bone grasshopper, and is covered with bone joints of various sizes, as if they are embedded in each other and pieced together; the gray bones are covered with a layer of black mist like tulle, looming; four huge bone claws support it, and it raises its bone chest high, and on its flat head, there are six thick black fangs, arranged in two opposite semicircles, which look even more weird in the blue light; there are purple-black lights in its huge eye sockets; if the bone servants in front of them are soldiers, then these bone spirits are like leaders, they slowly walk in the aisle, waving their sickles-like front feet on their chests from time to time, and the bones collide with each other, making a sound of metal rubbing against each other.

Before the players could get out of the severe damage of the Black Warrior, they had to face these powerful bone spirits. With so many bone spirits, the shock they brought was definitely not inferior to the Black Warrior.

After all, this small team is a small team, which is different from the ones organized by the big gang. As soon as they contacted the few bone spirits in front of the aisle, they immediately exposed the disadvantages of fighting each other. Although their methods were correct, the strength of a few people was not enough to compete with the murderous bone spirits.

Although I saw these bone spirits slaughtering the players in front, most of the people behind me acted as if they were not in trouble and were hanging high, and they didn't want to lend a helping hand. I guess they were asking the bone spirit to help them clear out a few more competitors. The Tang King followed behind many players with the remaining people and was not busy rushing forward. It seems that everyone knows that the one in front is a rush, and it is most likely that he will die.

Every bone spirit turns into a pile of broken bones, which will make this miscellaneous team less than a group of players. In this soul-binding aisle, it is indeed a good place to bind souls and harvest lives.

The players' team is slowly moving forward. If a player dies, players will continue to take over. However, more of them are knights responsible for defense. Those fragile mages and archers have been furious and retreating from behind. Fortunately, I have the foresight and stay at the end of the team and have not squeezed in front. Otherwise, it would be really shameful. I was either afraid of death or that I was afraid that I would plot against others by accident. I don’t have the intention to harm others for the time being, but I always have the intention to be on guard against others.

* "Damn it, I dare to compete with the people from our Tang Dynasty Alliance. If I don't give them some colors today, they don't know how many eyes Mr. Ma has!"

"Yes, the boss said, don't be polite when the time comes, and kill them."

"Damn it, I haven't had a chance to chop people up in a long time. We have to kill a few more today."

Outside the Temple of the Pluto, a large group of murderous players, led by an orc, shouted and cursed while rushing on the road. It seems that they are the support group of the Tang King.

"If you dare to cut down our people in Long Teng Tian, ​​you won't give them some good looks today. They thought we were easy to bully, Commander, are you right?"

"That's right, our group brothers rarely organize to kill Boss at once, and they are cleared so much by others at once. If we don't let this tone come out, how can we stay in the world in the future?"

"Captain, they are clearly looking down on you and the boss when dealing with our brothers. We can't be lenient and let others bully you."

"Okay, stop talking, I know it. I will go over later, and I will take action if I am ready, and don't kill people." In the same direction, another group of people were shouting, this group of people from Longteng.

"Boss, Lazi and the others have sent a message saying that there has been a riot inside. Do you think we should go in now?" Outside the Hall of the Holy One, a man with a bunch of hair and a strong man walked forward and said to the man in golden clothes standing high above looking down at the entrance of the cave.

"Okay, you can go in. The people inside are probably dealing with the bone spirit now. When we arrive, we should start dealing with the Soul Refining Master." The man in golden clothes turned his face and said with a smile. His high nose bridge, deep blue eyes, and fair skin, the foreigner is definitely a foreigner.

"Our friend is very angry now. We should help him, Bison, are you right?" the man in golden clothes continued.

"Haha, of course, who doesn't know that what our boss likes to do the most is to help others." Bison nodded in laughter.

For a time, countless teams of all sizes gathered towards the Palace of Pluto, and a small storm gradually led to a major event.

Looking at the crazy players in front, their eyes swept over the group of motionless Tang Dynasty gangs behind, and finally landed on the faces of the sneaky masked people. My heart suddenly jumped up inexplicably, and I felt a bad feeling. Moreover, there seemed to be noisy shouting sounds coming from the way of coming. If something might happen later, we have to find a place to hide first. I turned around and glanced around. Well, there is a small altar bulging outside the stone wall in front of the Soul-Suppressing Aisle, so I'll hide from it.

I started stealth, took out my flying claws, walked to the front of the team, saw the right position, raised my hand and danced, and the flying claws jumped onto the altar with a whoosh, and grabbed it firmly on the stone wall. I pulled the rope and swung my body up. Hehe, I was watching the tiger fight across the mountain, so I sat up to watch the people chop.

Hey, what is this? Why is it similar to a mummy? Looking at the shriveled, dry and bare head beside me, half-kneeling in front of the altar, wearing a purple-red robe outlined with gold and silver thread, I asked in my heart.
Chapter completed!