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Chapter 1384 The top of the sea of ??clouds, the second level tomb platform

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    There are nine monks standing on the nine platforms!

    There are no women among these nine people, all of them are male cultivators, and seven of them are old men. The remaining two look like they are about forty years old, their eyes are gloomy and filled with murderous intent.

    With their appearance, the smell of blood rushed into this sealed place.

    But I saw that the nine platforms were almost dyed red and full of blood!  What's even more astonishing is that there are many souls floating on the nine platforms. These souls are twisting one by one and making shrill sounds.

    The cultivation level of these nine people is not even weak, and five of them are all in the fourth weakest state of heaven!  There are two others who have reached the fifth level of cultivation, and there is an old man whose appearance is very conspicuous, with messy red hair that looks like blood. There is actually a weak power of incense permeating his body!

    But he is a half-competent person who has stepped into the third step with half a foot!  It's just that obviously this person can only do this one step due to external factors. Without a lot of incense, he can't take that complete step!  He stood there with an air of majesty. He was obviously a person of extremely high status in the ancient stars and would not appear in the world easily!

    The last person is a middle-aged scribe. This person is holding a feather fan, his eyes are narrowed, and there are bursts of light shining inside. His cultivation level is only the third lowest among heavenly beings, but he can occupy a place among these nine people.  There must be something extraordinary!

    But that wasn¡¯t what shocked everyone the most. What really made everyone¡¯s eyes shrink was the platform under these nine people!

    ??Almost all the gravel platforms in the ancient cemetery are thousands of feet in size, but among the platforms under these nine people, there is one platform that is actually two thousand feet long, doubling in size!

    This platform is owned by the old man who took the third step with half a foot!

    "I haven't even reached the second step of the tomb platform, so I just want to covet the treasure of the burial place" The old man who took half a foot to the third step glanced at Wang Lin and others calmly.

    Wang Lin stared at the platform under the old man with solemn eyes and said nothing. The monks around him were even more silent, obviously seeing how powerful the old man was.  They slowly gathered together, and it was as if Wang Lin was the leader.

    The old man¡¯s eyes were as bright as a torch, and he immediately fell on Wang Lin.  Not only him, but the monks on the other eight platforms also looked with murderous intent. A gloomy feeling immediately filled the air, as if a bloody battle was imminent.

    At this moment, the middle-aged scribe whose cultivation level was only the third lowest among heavenly beings suddenly stepped forward and whispered a few words into the old man's ear. The old man's eyes were focused, he glanced at the earth, and then at the earth.  The ancient god held the gravel platform on his back, and then his eyes swept over Wang Lin and others.

    "You, come here!" The old man raised his right hand and pointed at a monk next to Wang Lin. This monk was one of the evil ones who had successfully snatched the platform before. When he was pointed at by the other party, his face suddenly turned pale.

    After hesitation, he did not dare not to go out. He silently took a step forward, raised his fist towards the old man, and said respectfully: "This junior has met Master Ling Dong."

    "Oh? You know me!" The old man's expression showed no emotion or anger.

    "The name of Master Ling Dong is very illustrious to me in ancient times, so I, the younger generation, will naturally recognize it." The monk said quickly.

    "Go and break the seal on the back of this ancient god. If you can break even 10% of it, I will spare your life!" Master Lingdong spoke slowly, but his words were full of meaning that could not be refused.

    The monk's expression immediately changed, as if he was struggling. After a while, he nodded, took a deep breath and made seals with his hands, filled with magical power, and headed straight for the gravel platform on the back of the ancient god below.

    In the blink of an eye, the monk arrived outside the Ancient God. He looked at the platform filled with red mist a few feet in front of him. After looking at it for a long time, he gritted his teeth and made a secret with his right hand. Immediately, an illusory shadow appeared, moving towards the mist.  Press it suddenly!

    Suddenly, the phantom formed by the monk's right hand immediately touched the mist, but at the moment it touched the mist, a roar seemed to come from the mist. In an instant, the mist suddenly extended out, like a big mouth,  At an unimaginable speed, he swallowed it directly towards the monk.

    Without any ability to dodge, the monk screamed in horror. The monk was immediately swallowed up by the red mist and dragged into the mist. The screams kept coming out, which was shocking!

    "It is indeed a Taoist spirit!! I just don't know which level it is!" The old man who took the third step with half a foot suddenly had joy in his eyes. He took a step forward and suddenly arrived directly there.  Outside the mist, he raised his right hand and suddenly shot towards the mist.

    Just when his palm was about to fall, the roar in the mist appeared again. The mist rolled violently and suddenly turned into a huge demonic shadow, moving crazily towards the old man.The beads were flying and suddenly turned into a restricted vortex. After the fat monk took a deep breath, he went straight into the mist.

    "Seeking death!" Wang Lin looked calm and sneered in his heart. He glanced at the scribe holding the feather fan among the other party and could clearly see that there seemed to be a flash of ridicule in the corner of the other party's mouth.

    "Although this person only has three levels of cultivation, being able to be with these people, he must be a scheming person with many plans! Maybe this person is also planning on this mist" Wang Lin's mind turned into a demon,  Without making a move, a restriction appeared under my feet (To be continued, if you want to know what happened, please log on to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!) (Remember this  Website address: www.hlnovel.com
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