Let my sister go to the mushroom house, and I will be immortalized by the tomb robber

With the appearance of this voice, the picture of this sub-battle also appeared uncontrollably in everyone's minds.

As the picture of this battle became clearer and clearer, everyone on the scene seemed to have moved to the battlefield.

became a small soldier on the battlefield, holding a sword in his hand, and looked at the two sides in panic as they kept fighting.

The ancient battlefield was quite cruel, with corpses on the ground, blood dripping from swords, and one person after another falling in front of everyone's eyes.

Bright red blood stained the ground and gathered into a depression, reflecting the blood-red moon.

There was the sound of swords piercing into flesh, the clatter of corpses separating, and the desperate cries of the slain.

Rao is Chen Pi, Ah Si, Wu Huo and others are bold, and they are also scared to the point that their legs are weak.

One by one, they collapsed to the ground, lying in a pool of blood as deep as their naked feet, and their entire bodies were dyed red.

The smell of blood stimulated everyone, and everyone struggled to get up.

But there was no strength in the whole body, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't do it.

The fight continued, and the blood around him was accumulating more and more.

Soon it was over the necks of the people, as if they were going to drown them in it.

Everyone looked scared, frightened, and desperate.

Ye Cheng looked around and tried to find Zhang Haotian, but there was no shadow of Zhang Haotian anywhere.

Perhaps he had left the crowd behind.

Ye Cheng couldn't help but shout in despair:

"Zhang ...... Master Zhang, where are you? Please save us.

Seeing this, Wang Fatzi, Shunzi and others couldn't help but shout as if they had grasped a life-saving straw.

But Zhang Haotian has never been seen, and the blood that has gathered has flooded to the position of everyone's mouths.

But

if Zhang Haotian doesn't make a move, they can't find a way to save themselves, even if they know that this is an illusion, they can't get out.

Chen Pi Ah Si bit the tip of his tongue, trying to wake himself up through the pain on the tip of his tongue.

But the tip of the tongue was bleeding, the scene in front of him did not change at all, and there was no strength in his body, not to mention waking up from this strange phenomenon, even if he wanted to get up from the pool of blood.

With a dead intent in his eyes, he gave up struggling and silently recalled his life, the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, and finally struggled again.

Wang Fatzi complained bitterly in his heart, regretting coming to this place, no matter how he died, he didn't want to die like this, so he was the one who struggled the most.

Pan Zi has no fear of death, only endless guilt in his heart, his plan to die here of the third master cannot be true, he is sorry for the third master!

Wu Huo's mouth was extremely dry, he hadn't given up hope yet, he knew that what he saw now was an illusion.

But despite all my efforts, I couldn't get out of this illusion.

Soon the blood that gathered together flooded the tip of the nose and finally overflowed the top of the head, enveloping everyone in countless blood.

In this blood, they swung their limbs desperately, trying to stretch their heads upward, and then the feeling of suffocation hit, and they opened their mouths wide and coughed violently.

A mouthful of blood flowed from the mouth into the stomach, and the stomach was distended.

Starting from the mouth, as well as the whole body, it is occupied by countless fishy odors.

Chen Pi Ah Si, Wu Hui, Wang Fatzi, Pan Zi, Hua Monk, Ye Cheng, and Shunzi lost their breath in this state.

Several people who fell into the hallucinations thought they were dead.

Frightened by strange hallucinations, he collapsed in a pool of blood and drowned in countless blood.

But after a few minutes, as if some force had brought them back from the Yellow Spring, they opened their eyes uncontrollably one by one.

But they did not return to the burial ditch, or on the battlefield that I don't know how many thousand years ago, lying in a pool of blood, unable to get up.

Wu Huo, Chen Pi Ah Si and the others gasped one by one, with a frightened look on their faces.

The fat man said in a panic:

"Damn, am I not dead? Shouldn't I go to hell when I die? Why am I still waking up here, I won't be forever...... Trapped in this place forever, experience what it feels like to die!" At

the end of his words, his voice followed and his whole body trembled, which showed that he was terrified to the extreme.

The fear of being trapped here, the never-ending experience of death.

Wu Hui, Chen Pi Asi and others beside Wang Fatzi also had the same idea.

In each of them, the greatest panic of their lives appeared.

As if to test their thoughts, a group of cavalry suddenly appeared directly in front of them.

This group of cavalrymen dressed in bronze clothes, riding sculpture-like war horses, and with a solemn expression, roared from afar.

With each step, the blood-stained ground sank for three points.

If human flesh and bones fall under their feet, they can be trampled to pieces in an instant.

Thinking of the scene where his body was trampled on and his brains burst, blood splattered, and all his internal organs were exposed.

Wu Huan, Chen Pia Si and the others panicked again, struggling in a pool of blood one by one, trying to get up and escape.

But in this strange hallucination, all struggles are in vain.

Soon the cavalry roared and trampled over their heads.

Everyone present felt their flesh and skin separate, and heard the sound of bones shattering.

Soon the men were trampled into a pile of minced meat and were not breathing.

But within a few minutes, they woke up in a pool of blood.

Everyone is afraid, they are trembling with fear, their bodies are afraid, their cells are afraid, and even their souls are afraid.

One by one, they shouted uncontrollably, waving their arms and struggling.

Zhang Haotian quietly looked at the people in front of him who didn't listen to the greetings, and indifferently watched them struggling and despairing on the ground.

"Zhang Ye! They all call you Zhang Ye, and I will call you that!" Hearing

this voice, Zhang Haotian raised his eyes and saw a person walking out of the darkness, he said indifferently:

"It's okay, if you want, it's okay to call grandpa." The

person who came out of the darkness had a little unnatural on his expressionless face, as if he didn't expect Zhang Haotian to speak like this, he said:

"No! I don't have a grandfather, I'll call you Zhang Ye!".

Zhang Haotian nodded and agreed.

"You can save them, save them, they will be grateful to you, and I owe you a favor. The person said.

Zhang Haotian heard that he was interested, hooked the corners of his mouth and said,

"Oh!

"Fine, as long as I can. The person said.

"Okay, I want you to accompany me through the nine dragon's dens and be a thug for me. Zhang Haotian said.

"Good!".