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At this moment, you can¡¯t call that thing a so-called orange-yellow liquid at all. Only the word magma is worthy of its name.
The intense high temperature was even better than Lin Hao's flames. It raised the temperature of the entire cave by several degrees, and the land under the stalactites was like a frying pan hell in myths and legends. The entire ground was covered with orange-yellow bright magma, which melted the ground and sank a bit.
Ling Bu raised his head, his spiritual power running wildly in his body. His already disfigured face looked even more ugly with such clenched teeth and furrowed brows.
He only had one intact leg left, and he had to avoid the lava all over his head, and he couldn't stand on the ground. He actually relied on his extremely strong endurance to cling to the thorns separated by the ground with his fingertips, inch by inch. Moving forward.
Fortunately, the weight of the magma was not much. After being splashed for a while, there was not much left. Only the ground was extremely hot, and there was not much threat above the head.
Looking at the oil pot hell under him, Ling Bu's muscles all over his body were tense. The melted foot was in great pain. The muscles at the wound turned into blood, which fell into the magma bit by bit, turning into blood. Make nothingness.
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But the area was not big after all. Ling Bu kept climbing forward. Although his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them, and the spiritual energy in his body was almost exhausted, he just relied on his own breath to move forward. Planted on clean ground.
The ground beneath those thorns had sunk, and it was like a cauldron, scorching the humans in the thorn forest. Ling Bu's head was covered with sweat, and he was lying on the clean ground dying, his eyes were exhausted. Looking at the hell on earth that he just took out.
Those amber eyes reflected the bright orange-yellow magma, which made him suddenly cry with a headache. Big drops of tears rolled down his cheeks, washing away two obvious tear marks on his dusty and blood-stained skin. , looks extremely miserable.
Ling Bu cried out of breath for a while, and then he barely stopped crying. With his fingers covered in blood and scars, he picked up his sleeves that were so torn that they had lost their shape, and wiped his face carefully. The stains on his face once again revealed the ugly face with red and swollen eyes.
"Perhaps that's how people are." He sighed sadly, his voice trembling uncontrollably. "Every time we fight, it's all in vain, and even his own life is lost."
He turned his head and looked at the groups of skeletal soldiers behind him. There was no longer any surprise or fear in his eyes, only deep despair.
Lin Hao and the others were the first batch of people to be promoted. They understood that there were only countless undead creatures on this level, and there were no such layers of formations at all. They also knew that all this was just to eradicate their opponents. Set up a chain of traps.
But Ling Bu didn¡¯t know.
As soon as they came up, all the undead creatures on this level had already belonged to Lin Hao's command. Who knew the original appearance of the second level.
Ling Bu only thought that this level was so dangerous, and didn¡¯t think about other aspects at all. He didn¡¯t know that all this was just a trap set by the two of them, and it was not the original intention of Emperor Yaoguang¡¯s tomb at all. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com