Will they force their move?

Chen Qiye glanced at the slightly plump young man from the Buddha Holy Land, and once again glanced at the major top forces.

There were more than a dozen figures on the grass, moving towards the white jade steps from different directions.

The body on the grass was cold, gone, and eerie.

Chen Qiye didn’t know what kind of horrible accident had happened before he came in, which caused the major forces to stop and explore the way. There was the corpse of the Half-Step Emperor on the white jade steps, and these corpses, or there were other scenes that he had not seen.

“Pah! Pah…”

Chen Qiye was still moving forward, maintaining a moderate pace.

In Chen Qiye's mind, he was quickly thinking about how to deal with the situation. Chen Qiye wanted to get out alive, and he had enough cards in hand. Chen Qiye definitely did not want to die here in a daze.

“Crack!”

"Save me, Lord Saint, save me, save me..."

While Chen Qiye was thinking quickly, about a hundred meters to the left of Chen Qiye, a young man wearing the clothes of the Baishan Holy Land suddenly fell to the ground with his legs going weak.

His face suddenly changed and fear broke out in his eyes.

He turned towards the direction of the White Mountain Holy Land and called for help in panic.

There was a slight commotion in the direction of Baishan Holy Land, but at this moment, it was obvious that no one from Baishan Holy Land actually rushed down to the grass to save the young man.

"Black silk thread?"

Chen Qiye was the closest to him, and when he turned his eyes, he suddenly saw that under the young man's body, terrifying black threads had appeared at some point.

The pitch-black thread strangely pierced into the young man's body!

The young man was terrified, struggled, and cried for help, and the black thread turned from black to deep red.

In that instant, the young man's body quickly became shriveled and thin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Within two breaths, his entire body was reduced to nothing but a piece of human skin and a strange pair of bones.

The sound gradually stopped and the movement became firm.

Chen Qiye's pupils shrank sharply.

This young man is dead?

Chen Qiye had seen many corpses before, but he didn't care much. After all, when he was in the Taichu Abyss, Chen Qiye had seen even more deaths with his own eyes.

But now, looking at this living person from such a close distance, dying in such a strange way right in front of him, Chen Qiye still felt a little creepy!

"Take two steps to the right, then continue walking straight ahead."

The young man died horribly, and the sound of the blood-red ancient coffin rang in Chen Qiye's ears again.

"You guys, are you really not going to take forceful action?"

"If we keep trying like this, do you think anyone can really walk to the end of the white jade steps alive?"

suddenly!

At this moment, in front of the group of people from Baishan Holy Land, an old man dressed in white and holding a white sword in his hand suddenly took a step forward.

He opened his mouth, and a majestic and terrifying aura burst out from him.

The white sword in his hand roared, and on his sword, a series of strange and shocking laws appeared, as if they were real, forming a special mist phenomenon in the surrounding air.

Even though Chen Qiye was still far away from the old man from the Baishan Holy Land, he suddenly felt a terrifying, suffocating pressure.

Emperor level?

Chen Qiye could feel that the old man did not deliberately hide his realm, nor did he deliberately suppress his realm.

When he opened his mouth, the air around him vibrated, and his entire body seemed to merge into one with the heaven and earth.

Can't help it?

Various thoughts flashed through Chen Qiye’s mind.

At the same time, Chen Qiye looked at the grass around him and the stairs in front of him that were only ten steps away. Chen Qiye also had a rough guess of his own.

In this strange white grass, some laws of death may change.

For example, he was going straight just now, and the blood-red ancient coffin also made him go straight, but after the death of that young man in the Baishan Holy Land, the blood-red ancient coffin made him change direction.

"Brother Jun Xuan, do you mean to launch a violent attack?"

"That's what I meant. As long as Brother Jun Xuan takes action now, our Hongya Holy Land will definitely follow suit!"

boom!

In this huge underground space, in the southwest corner, a middle-aged man also took a step forward.

His clothes were blood red and he had no magical weapon in his hand.

But as he took a step forward, the air around him began to split apart in a horrible way!

Sword energy!

As he took this step, endless and shocking sword energy clearly erupted from the void around him.

He, and himself, are like a knife that has been in the world for countless years.

Buzz!

As he took this step, a young man behind him carrying a bloody scimitar on his back also emitted a terrifying roar from the knife in his hand.

However, the young man carrying a blood-red scimitar did not look at these two terrifying and powerful men of the older generation.

His gaze actually fell on Chen Qiye.

"Does he know the real route?"

"He has been moving forward since he came in. He has not really stopped. Now, he is only nine steps away from the white steps?"

"I have seen this Qingxuan Sect disciple once before outside. I didn't see through him before, and I can't see through him now either?"

The young man carrying a blood-red scimitar looked at the scene in front of him, and a hint of shock suddenly burst out in his eyes!

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