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Zheng He is very angry.

These gangsters are all idiots.

There is no Ghost God in this world.

It's just the ignorant people who don't understand nature and imagined it in order to reduce the psychological burden.

Although he doesn't know why the hidden expert can survive underground for a hundred years.

But he can be sure that there must be people.

It's just that the cultivation base is much more profound than the average person.

"Come here!"

"Add some more gunpowder to completely explode the hole for the officer!"

Zheng He decisively ordered.

He is determined to let everyone see the truth clearly.

He knew very well that as long as the gravekeeper in the cave did not die, his plan could not be implemented.

As for how strong the hidden expert is, he can no longer take care of so many.

"da da da!"

A team of people pushed the carriage and stuffed all the remaining gunpowder into the hole.

After igniting the fuse, everyone immediately backed away.

"bang!"

There was another loud noise, accompanied by the skyrocketing fire.

The cave collapsed immediately.

The cave that was originally two zhang wide has now been extended to ten zhang.

The stairs extending downward were directly blown to pieces.

Soon, a corridor leading to the underground was completely presented in front of everyone.

It's just that it's too long to see the end at a glance.

Out of curiosity, many people poked their heads to see the environment inside the corridor.

But what immediately appeared before their eyes were dozens of corpses that had been blasted to pieces by gunpowder.

"dong dong!"

In an unusually quiet environment, people can still hear a heartbeat.

All eyes are on the tunnel, as if some terrifying sneaky will emerge from the dark bottomless pit at any time.

"DaDa!"

A soft footstep echoed from the corridor.

Everyone held their breath subconsciously.

But at the next breath, a cloth shoe penetrated the darkness and stepped into the sun.

Then, an unusually white face appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Under that face, there was a white hair.

The stalwart body is eight feet tall.

If you just look at the face, this person is at most forty years old.

However, everyone knows that this white-haired man is at least one hundred years old.

"A hundred years of repairs, after all, I still can't escape the coveting of future generations."

"The old man is entrusted by his predecessors to guard the treasure."

"Don't be afraid of death Yes, just come!"

The cold voice of the white-haired man is like a cold stream.

The sharp eyes swept across the crowd, and it was as cold as an ice cellar.

"Hiss!"

Zheng He couldn't help being sucked in a breath of cold air.

He only looked at the white-haired man for a second.

The powerhouse's instinct reminds him that the white-haired man's cultivation base is definitely much higher than his.

"Is there really a powerhouse that surpasses Grade 1 Great Grandmaster in this world?!"

Zheng He couldn't help but looked towards Jiekong and asked softly.

Jie Kong gave a wry smile, nodded.

He had only read about it in the Shaolin ancient book before.

Until he witnessed the breakthrough of Sword God with his own eyes, he was like Zheng He now.

There is no more shock.

"Martial artist Peak is cultivation!"

"It's a miscalculation!"

Zheng He's mouth twitched.

In any case, he didn't expect that there is such a terrifying expert in the previous treasures.

"Everyone, there is only one guardian of the grave."

"I am waiting for fifty to sixty thousand people. I am afraid of a ball!"

"Ant I often kill the elephant. Let's go together, I don't believe I can't kill him!"

An Elder from the Blood Refinement Hall shouted loudly.

Lead the dísciple moved towards the white-haired man to kill the past.

Everyone suddenly realized that from the initial fear and caution, they immediately turned into madness.

The temptation of money and wealth is enough to make people lose their minds.

As long as you think of the tunnel, it is an endless treasure of the previous dynasty.

Everyone put aside the life and death, and moved towards the cave with one heart.

"hmph!"

The white-haired man drowsily glanced at the Blood Refinement Hall dísciple.

After sneering, he just waved his hand gently.

Suddenly, an Inner Strength threw away that resembled a violent wind.

"puff puff puff!"

Bright red blood spurted from the bodies of the Blood Refinement Hall dísciple on the spot.

In an instant, more than a dozen people became corpses and fell into the yellow sand.

At this moment, Da Mo fell into a short dead silence.

But soon, shouts of horror broke out immediately.

Those who were planning to rush into the cave decisively turned around and ran away desperately.

And the rest of the Blood Refinement Hall dísciple has soft legs and feet, not knowing what to do.

"Trash."

The white-haired man sneered and dismissed it.

Between the wave of hands, a line of Inner Strength unrolled bolt of white silk visible by naked eye was shot out.

That Inner Strength is like a light blade, easily cut and cut the body of the Blood Refinement Hall dísciple.

In just two breaths, those Blood Refinement Hall dísciple were all in different places.

You can't die!

"Hiss!"

Zheng He sucked in a breath of cold air.

This white-haired man's murder technique is also too skillful.

A group of warriors is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables in front of him.

Is this something that people can do?

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Da Mo.

The smell of blood permeates.

The corpse of the Blood Refinement Hall dísciple lies cold in the yellow sand.

Death Aura shrouded everyone's heads.

Even Zheng He couldn't believe what he saw before his eyes.

"Amitabha!"

"I was waiting to release a demon!"

The face was gloomy and uncertain.

Among the more than 50,000 people in the arena, there are also many martial arts powerhouses.

But compared with the white-haired person, it is much inferior.

This person killed more than a dozen people as soon as he shot.

The method is clean and neat, but also cruel.

If such demons are allowed to enter the arena, it will inevitably cause loss of life.

But if you are alone, you will definitely not be the opponent of the white-haired person.

He needs the help of experts from the world.

"Master Zheng."

"If you and I join forces, do you have a chance of winning?"

Quit looked towards Zheng He, solemnly asked.

"Hehe!"

Zheng He gave a wry smile.

He is Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, and he knows the strength of the white-haired person better than Jie Kong.

How can a group of warriors be the opponents of the people of cultivation.

Upon seeing this, I took a deep breath and asked again:

"If there are more experts like Master Zheng, are you sure?"

Zheng He knows the meaning of quitting empty.

It is nothing more than gathering the power of experts from the rivers and lakes to besiege the white-haired man.

As the imperial court commander, he naturally doesn't want white-haired people to wash the rivers and lakes with blood than Jiekong.

"Try it!"

Zheng He didn't dare to say too much.

"Good."