Chapter 556

On the four sides of the cliff at the bottom of the abyss, there is only a dark hole in the East. When the people adjust well, Mo Li is still in the lead.

The entrance is very narrow, but after entering it, it becomes spacious and bright again. There was no danger along the way, but from time to time the blood of the corpses was not dry. It seemed that there was no crisis in the cave, but the Mohist School and huoyun palace in front helped to get through it first.

Almost half an hour later, Mo Li silently counted the regrets of the two masters. In addition to the former bloody evil spirit swallowing array, the two forces in front of him may have a hard time now.

After turning a few corners, a bright light appeared. Shunshun stepped out of the cave. Looking at the scene in front of him, he stepped slightly, and then a touch of fun appeared on his face: "eh? Are you waiting for us? Have a heart... Have a heart

In the wide hall of several thousand square meters, Mozi Qi and lieri lead the two masters to sit upright in the side. When they see Mo Li's arrival, they look a little complicated.

Several forces have been fighting openly and secretly since they entered the Fuxiao palace. The most serious loss of Mohism and huoyun palace was that they were confused by Mo Li and entered Leihai rashly. Entering the eighth floor first, I met the death passage. Under the influence of the ghost, the two families lost more than half of their hands.

Although there are many organs in the cave, it's better to have a few semi saints on both sides. After arriving here, the scorching sun and Mozi had to stop. Calculate the time, they should soon catch up. The crisis after entering the eighth floor makes them dare not move forward rashly. After trying, they decide that they can't enter the final treasure house first. The loss is too serious. In the end, they make wedding clothes for Mo Li.

After Mo Li came in, he chose an area and sat down with his knees crossed. The hot sun looked coldly at the crowd behind him, and his face suddenly became shocked.

How could that be!

Looking at the scorching sun carefully, I found that compared with their previous broken hands, the loss of one side is too small! In the death passage full of ghosts, the remaining six semi saints of the two families broke through with the crowd. Even so, more than half of the experts were damaged. On the other hand, it seems that although the casualties of Mo Li's side are also quite heavy, they have obviously not hurt their muscles and bones.

Is there really something special about this guy? Sun eyes slightly narrowed, think of each other before ignoring the scene of thunder bombardment, more and more confirmed his guess.

Mo Li didn't have the heart to pay attention to the speculation of the hot sun and see everything around him. Then he figured out why Mohism and huoyun palace didn't move on.

There is only one entrance to the hall. Besides, there are all hard iron walls. In the center of the building, a white jade sky pillar with fluorescence is standing high, surrounded by eight ancient stone platforms. Each stone platform is about 100 square meters, and the bluestone square bricks are spread out smoothly, with a figure standing above each other.

Challenge!

The eight stone platforms in front of us are the challenge arena of all directions. I'm afraid we have to find a way to defeat the eight guards. Only in this way can we have a chance to open the door to the next level.

The closer to the final treasure house, the more difficult the test will be. The eight champions who are qualified to appear here are not ordinary people. Mohist and huoyun palace now add up to only six and a half saints. Even if they can successfully defeat these eight, they will have to pay a heavy price.

Mo Li carefully looked up and down at the eight figures on the challenge arena. Different from the stone puppets we met before, these bodies are flesh and blood, and telepathy can detect the fluctuation of the soul. It's just like the fusion body of Dongfang urticaria. It's just that the Fuxiao palace experienced a fierce battle in those years, and it didn't meet the real complete life body after coming in. If you want to say that there are survivors, I'm afraid they are the ancestors of the four families and the upper officials who happened to go out at that time, and then there is Dongfang urticaria whose soul remains and reincarnates. Although the eight bodies in front of us have thought fluctuations, they are definitely not complete. They should have retained the consciousness of fighting in a specific way and become loyal guards stationed here.

"Don't leave childe, these eight people should be eight saints of floating sky!"

Mo Li is thinking in his heart. Lin Tianjie's voice brings him back to reality. Looking at the old man's wrinkled face full of dignified, Mo Li's brow slightly wrinkled, he doubted: "eight holy kings of floating sky? Does it have anything to do with Tianxing Badi Zun? "

Lin Tianjie nodded heavily and said, "yes, according to the genealogy, the eight of them are the best disciples of Tianxing Badi Zun."

The entrance disciple of Tianxing badizun? Mo Li opened his mouth in amazement, and slowly looked at the Oriental nettle in another direction. Sure enough, the amazing woman has no usual indifference. The excitement and pain coexist on her pale little face, and the twinkling eyes pass by the pain from time to time.

Although time flies, the long memory is sealed in the depth of the sea of knowledge. Mo Li followed the eastern nettle's eyes and saw a beautiful body on the southwest challenge arena.

After thousands of years, the girl's look is still vivid. It's hard to imagine that the girl with colorful long silk and a smile at the corner of her mouth on the high platform had fallen thousands of years ago.

Dongfang nettle looks at the Keren who used to get along with each other day and night. Although she doesn't recall many things, she clearly remembers the identity of the beauty on stage - her favorite apprentice, who has been together day and night for hundreds of years. She is called master and apprentice, and she is more affectionate than sister.

Eyes don't know when to emerge out of the red silk, Eastern nettle pursed lips, silent choking, stubborn to turn his head, don't let people see the fragility at this time.

Mo Li sighed silently, put away his pity, looked back at Lin Tianjie, and continued to ask, "Mr. Lin, do you know the specific accomplishments of the eight holy kings?"

"Specific accomplishments?" Lin Tianjie frowned slightly and shook his head slowly after recalling carefully: "this point is not mentioned in the genealogy, but as the entrance disciples of the eight patriarchs, he is certainly not weak!"

Mo Li nodded his head gently, just like master Lin's conjecture.

This thought continues to ask some details, a person comes out in the camp of the opposite huoyun palace, it is just the elder flame who almost started with Mo Li before.

"Don't leave childe, Miss nettle, you can see the situation in front of you. There are eight challenge arenas here. I'm afraid we have to beat them if we want to find the next entrance. In my opinion, we'd better cooperate!"

Mo Li picked his eyebrows, held his arms with great interest, and asked with a smile, "how can we cooperate? Can you tell me more about flame

If you really want to cooperate, you have no objection. After all, without knowing the strength of the eight champions, this is the safest way. However, he would not be foolishly willing to rashly agree to flame's words. After all, he is hostile to the other party now, and he should be careful to sail for thousands of years.

Mo Li's guard was in the expectation of the flame. The old man laughed with disapproval. He was thinking of opening his mouth. The hot sun immediately after him rushed forward and said, "there are eight challenge arena here. We huoyun palace and Mohist are responsible for two, and the remaining six are for you!"

The voice of the scorching sun fell, and the hall was strangely silent. For a moment, everyone's breathing seemed to stop at the same time.

Mo Li was also stunned. On the contrary, his interest was aroused by the words of hot sun. At the moment, he laughed a few times and shook his head and said, "hot sun, hot sun, have you had no time to study since you were a child? Four forces deal with eight people. Is your algorithm... All right

"Of course!" The scorching sun ignored the sneering eyes on the other side and said to himself, "you killed two semi saints of Mohism before, but now they can't fight against each other! In order to ensure the smooth opening of the next entrance, it's not right for those who are able to do more work? "

"It should be?" Mo Li was so angry that he laughed and said coldly, "I'll go to you. Damn it!"

A rude remark burst out. A group of people in huoyun palace rose up with the situation. Mo Li's followers all stood up and stepped forward. As soon as the good cooperation was opened, the sword was drawn.

Mo Li ignored the flush of anger on the sun's face and sneered, "do you really think I'm a fool? Don't say that Mohism still has two and a half saints. Even if it's gone, it's the Mohist who should do his best! It's you who are responsible for Lei Haiwai's trouble. It's your own fault to be killed. Is that a fuckin 'reason to pass the test? You don't feel ashamed. I'm ashamed for you! Return to the super power, I Pooh

Mo Li's anger has really come up. He really wants to play tricks. He's still a little interested in dealing with the hot sun. This kind of blatant design is undoubtedly humiliating his IQ!

"Don't leave! Don't talk about Mohism

Mo Ziqi walked out of the team indifferently with a long sword in his hand and covered his face with frost. He knew in his heart that he would not be able to gain a foothold in Mohism if he didn't talk about it at this time. Anyway, he had to have a minimum attitude.

"So what? If you don't want others to say it, just show some super aristocratic bearing! I just want to pick up the cheap and shrink my mind like my grandson. I also want to earn a good reputation. What's my dream? "

"Well said!"

Mo Li's words are very warm-blooded. As soon as Dongfang Yu's temperament comes up, she is the first to clap her hands.

Mo Li completely tore away the few remaining fig leaf of Mohism. All the people who came here are strong men who are used to the wind and waves. With the prestige of Mohism, where have they been buried like this? A pair of angry eyes staring at the opposite young face with a sneer, Mohist experts clenched their fists, burning with anger.

Spit out the words that the heart represses for a long time, Mo Li feels that the whole person is a lot more comfortable. Mo Sanxiao didn't really have much time to teach Mo Li. Maybe the old man didn't learn other advantages, but he didn't lack the arrogance and pride of qingzong's disciples! All the way down, it seems that the people he led are superior in strength, but the eyes of Mohist and huoyun palace still maintain the sense of superiority. All this is due to the name of super power.

In the past, I didn't want to fight and I didn't want to fight for a moment. But with my fame, I just wanted to help others and enjoy myself. I wanted to be a whore and set up a memorial archway. How could there be such a good thing in the world?

"Cooperation is OK. We can deal with two in each of the four families! Otherwise... Don't talk about it

This moment of Mo Li, unprecedented strength.