In terms of time. It’s not important. Life is the most important thing
Compared to finding dragon blood. Haikui prefers to get out with his life.
So many people are looking forward to coming here. But I left Xianyuan here. Think of dozens of bodies lying underground. Haikui observed a moment of silence for them.
I don’t know what happened to the girl with the same door.
Fighting goes on from time to time. Can’t see but can hear. Haikui never moved. Wait quietly. Until you can hear the fight close to him. He’ll make up for it. There is no shame in stabbing people in the back at this moment.
Those who left their lives here. It’s not a fix. It’s a magic weapon. no Haikui knows. In a group of people who entered the Dragon Hall. There must be someone who can see things in a dark place that even the gods can’t use, just like Haikui.
Under such circumstances. It’s not speed. It is patience.
Two hours later. There are only a few people left in this temple. Some people have successfully left here. As for who it is. Haikui doesn’t know either.
He faced the stone wall. Open your eyes again. Look around. There are five people left in the temple. Everyone held their breath carefully and dared not move. Afraid of revealing your direction.
Haikui did not hesitate to clap five hands towards five people. Fairy element excitation. Then he quickly retreated. Rushed further into the cave.
Twenty seconds. Can’t teleport. Can only fly at the fastest speed. You also need to find the place where you should go as soon as possible. There’s a place to hide, and then wait two hours.
Flying thousands of feet towards the cave. People I met along the way. He always attacks and goes over. Make those people panic. There was even a fight.
There were many bodies along the way. This is just a few thousand feet away. Heavy casualties. At least a hundred people will disappear here.
There is a little light ahead. Very small. But this is the beacon. Everything you can see. People who are still alive are flying there. Haikui carefully distanced himself from the living. Come to the place where there is light.
The place with light soon appeared in front of Haikui. Here. To be called the Dragon Hall.
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Chapter 543 Long Dian
Black stones are paved. They are thousands of square meters in size. After entering from a relatively narrow passage, the whole place is spacious. The eyes between Hai Kui’s eyebrows are closed. There are two swaying oil lamps in this hall. It is flickering. It also makes people feel a little safe.
Those who successfully entered this temple no longer attack each other. Because they were in the dark before, no one could see anyone. It was not clear what or who attacked them. That’s why they needed to fight back to protect their lives.
Now it’s confirmed that they are people who entered the Dragon Hall like themselves. They stopped attacking and started to find what they wanted.
Hai Kui probably looked at the temple. The dark stones were paved. The light seemed to be absorbed when it shone on it. There were two high oil lamps in it. The oil lamps flickered but didn’t go out.
Opposite Haikui, there is a huge relief on the wall under the light. It is a black dragon relief.
Haikui’s heart moved. The immortal dragon is a black dragon.
What does the black dragon stand for?
The black dragon represents darkness. According to feudal thought, it is unlucky.
Now this Dragon Hall is the Temple of the Black Dragon. It’s unlucky. But why do so many immortals come? So many immortals go to the temple. It’s not clear.
Haikui was amazed.
It’s gloomy. It’s the feeling of this dark Dragon Hall.
Haikui distanced himself from those people. He didn’t know them. He had to take precautions.
I swept around in the dim light. I didn’t see the woman with the same door star Rohm. There were only two results. Either the woman was already ahead or she had left her life here.
"Black Dragon. Bad luck. Big bad luck."
Some people also saw the embossed black dragon on the wall. They lamented. It seems that someone has regretted coming in.
Haikui took a general look at the temple. Besides the oil lamp and the embossed black dragon, several thick chains hung from the top of the temple.
Hai Kui’s mind somehow emerged the torture room in ancient times. It was dark, depressing, gloomy and horrible. It was hard not to have such associations.
I didn’t find anything special after looking around. On the other side of the temple, there are four passages leading to different places. Some people are hesitant. I don’t know which way to choose to go on. Some people don’t want to. They plunge into a passage and continue to look for it.
Haikui is one of those hesitations.
Four roads lead to different places, and the results are different. Each road may be different. Haikui thought for a while and decided to wait for two hours before making a decision. He wanted to see through the eye of the sky. Which road is suitable for him? In that case, the chances of winning the bet may be greater.
Very quiet.
No fewer than fifty people stayed in the hall at this time, but they didn’t speak. They were quiet and watching carefully.
Haikui is also watching carefully. He wants to see something from the oil lamp or the stone wall or the chain.
After watching it for a long time, he saw nothing but gloom and coldness.
After more than ten minutes, several people left the temple. They either found nothing or figured out which way to go.
Haikui suddenly felt a sense of crisis. It felt as if it would be dangerous for him to stay here.
He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t wait for the eye pupil to recover. He jumped out and casually got into a passage. At the same time, he looked back.
I don’t know when the relief actually floated from the wall and turned into a real hovering black dragon. The chain on the top of the temple silently circled and locked a few slow-witted people. The rest of them either fled or fought against the black dragon with confidence.
Hai Kui can confirm that the black dragon is not a creature, because he saw it when he first entered the temple with his eye pupil. It is lifeless. It is a cold thing. It seems that it should be possessed or an instrument.
He glanced at the poor people who were entangled in chains. He turned and walked on in the passage. There was no turning back.
I thought it was a powerful existence after I rose to be immortal. I practiced hard every day in the land of flowers and birds in the celestial world. But now, these immortals are as fragile as watermelons. What was killed in the Dragon Hall is a river of blood. Residual limbs and broken arms are everywhere.