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No one has known what Wang Xuemin and the Dao Palace planned back then.

Now, the Wang family and his group gradually made up their minds at the dangerous and treacherous and mysterious ruins of the Wang family ahead.

According to Wang Si's analysis, the very special ruins appeared out of thin air in front of him, which is likely to leave some of the situations from that year. Therefore, no matter how dangerous it contains, you must go in and try it out.

This is the last chance of the Wang family!

If you miss it, there will be no hope of rising again.

"Walk!"

“Go in from the side.”

"The center of the inverted cross is probably the area we are looking for, and we go straight into it."

"Look at it, you have brought all the weird items to deal with? After entering, you must listen to my command and never act without authorization."

Wang Si ordered.

The group began to check the equipment.

The special candle made with Coleman vines can dispel ordinary plants from strange things, or have previously exposed some invisible plants.

Gold powder, this is the most important material. Everyone brought a large bottle of this thing. They even sprinkled some between the clothes.

The mysterious sword is a weapon made of a mixture of special bronze, black iron, and extremely condensed gold powder. This thing is used in combination with the qi and blood of warriors, and can effectively cause lethal damage to many types of weirdness. The weak weirdness can even be fatal with one blow.

There are many more things like this.

However, in the world of God’s Name, facing the endless strangeness in the wilderness and mutating creatures at every moment, the so-called preparation is useless no matter how sufficient it is.

These simple preparations are just a little protection.

At this moment, the Wang family entered relatively late, and before them, most of the warriors had already entered it.

Although from the outside world, this ruin seems to be only ten acres in size, but its internal space is unusually large. It seems that some special space means have been used to expand the internal space to more than ten times the original size.

Many warriors were scattered in it, as if a drop of water had dissolved into the ocean, without showing any signs of water, without any trace.

Inside a declining ruin.

The Demon Palace and his group, including Mo Yanli, were carefully guarding and observing the surroundings.

"This is"

"The recording pattern of certain events of that year?"

A disciple of the Demon Palace frowned and said, looking at the patterns on the ruins wall.

In the pattern, there was a huge silver-white clock that suddenly came to the world of spirits. A man knelt before the clock, as if accepting the divine metaphor! In a blink of an eye, this man had begun to fight the world, and countless forces were destroyed under his struggle.

And in this process, the mysterious and strange clock was looming behind it. Within the clock, it was like a pitch-black eye, silently staring at everything.

Strange and shocking.

"This clock"

The devil's son looked at the dark eyes inside the clock and opened his mouth, but suddenly realized that he could not make any sound.

A clock tick sound that sounded like a deep in his soul suddenly appeared in every inch of his flesh and blood. What's even more terrifying was that at the end, the sound began to spread towards the surrounding void with his body as the boundary.

Originally filled with fog, the calm surroundings were wrinkled, grand and loud, but it was like a ticking sound like a death talisman, penetrated into everyone's ears like a curse.

"Damn it!"

The leader of the Demon Palace's face darkened, and the blood and energy on his body suddenly burst out.

The fog around and the ticking of the clock were dispersed by blood and energy. The fog retreated to the depths of the ruins before slowly condensed again.

"What are you doing!"

"Do you know"

Before the group could glar at the disciple of the Demon Palace, they found that the guy was originally facing the pattern of the wall, but now he stood there, his body was still moving, and his head turned around.

As he turned, his neck made a cracking sound.

But he did not react at all. His face was extremely pale, as if the blood inside had been evacuated. He pulled out a strange smile, his empty eyes, and stared at everyone, indescribable weirdness.

"He is coming!"

"He is coming!"

"You all die, you all die."

It was like a muttering from the abdomen. The next moment, after saying this, the disciple of the Demon Palace was in front of everyone, and the flesh and blood on his body began to fall out inch by inch from his face, falling to the ground one by one. However, after a moment, the flesh and blood turned into silver-white small insects, bustling, and in a short while, they penetrated into the ground and disappeared.

Looking at the demon uterus who had no flesh and blood skin, the flesh and blood skin was not like muscles, bones, internal organs, etc., replaced by countless clock parts, such as gears of different sizes, various bent and twisted pointers, and even various strange symbols.

It seemed as if the whole body had turned into a huge clock.

"this"

Dingdeng!

Everyone was shocked and couldn't help but take several steps back.

What's going on?

Why did he become like this?

The flesh and blood of the body turned into such a terrifying situation without realizing it.

Is this still a human being?

What kind of weirdness is this to achieve such a level that it can turn a person into this ghost?

Until this moment, it seemed that he knew that he was about to die. This demon senile, whose flesh and blood, flesh and blood, and whose internal organs and muscles turned into clock structures suddenly woke up as if he had returned to his soul.

"No"

"Sir, save me!"

"I don't want to die!"

Boom!

He stretched out his mechanically constructed arm in vain, and he wailed in pain, and finally his body completely disintegrated.

All the clock parts were recombined in the void and turned into a dazzling silver-white clock. A red flame was quietly burning inside it, and inside the flame, there seemed to be a man wailing.

This is the soul of the Demon Palace child!

He is being used as fuel for this weird clock to drive!

boom!

At this time, the leading man from the Demon Palace took action again. The powerful qi and blood mixed with strange swords were draped on the clock.

A clanging sound like a metal collision appeared, and the clock rolled into the deep mist and disappeared under the blow.

"What a hard hardness!"

"The weird sword made of bronze, black iron, and gold powder cannot leave any trace on it. This thing"

All the Demon Palace people were slowing down from the strange scene before, but fell into a new round of shock.

They knew how powerful the seemingly ordinary attack was. This was an attack that could cause panic-level weird monsters to suffer considerable damage.

However, even such a powerful blow had little effect on the silver clock formed on human flesh and blood, leaving no trace.

This is incredible!

What exactly is this thing?

"It's erosion and pollution!"

"Warriors below level 5, don't look at those murals."

"Concentrate the power of qi and blood, protect the whole body, and watch."

The leader of the Demon Palace had a gloomy face and instructed.

They entered the interior of this ruins and lost as many as dozens of people in such a short time. Although most of them were level 4 or 5 warriors, it was heartbreaking enough.

These are all his direct troops!

Along the way, all kinds of weird things made my scalp numb and I was almost unprepared for it. This ruin felt like a strange nest. He was thinking about whether this was the strange places where the Wang family had detained.

Now that the Wang family has collapsed, all the strange things that are being detained here have come out.

Even a mural contains danger. The leader of the Demon Palace has improved more than one level in his heart to the danger level of this place.

“Erosion pollution?”

"What is that?"

Hearing the words of the leader of the Demon Palace, the low-level warriors honestly refused to watch the murals. The lessons of the past are still vivid in their minds, and they don’t want to repeat the same mistakes.

Those more advanced warriors refocused on the erosion, pollution and murals on the walls in front of them.

"A saying passed down from Wang Xuemin. His power back then was this strange state that could turn people into clocks. The warriors at that time were not clear about what this was. Later, after the Dao Palace and Taoist Palace jointly studied, they found that this was a special force that had never been discovered before. It could erode and pollute anything, even dead objects. Things that were eroded and polluted would move closer to this way!"
To be continued...