The man in purple was acting, and everyone's attention was almost entirely focused on him.
Everyone held their breath and looked quietly, waiting for the next move of the man in purple.
But he flipped his palm and took out a magic weapon.
It was a delicate blue porcelain bottle.
The porcelain bottle has no cap, the bottle neck is slender and crystal clear, and you can tell it is not an ordinary thing at a glance.
The man in purple walked to the statue and threw the porcelain bottle.
In an instant, the porcelain bottle flew into the air, jumped above the chessboard, and then suddenly became larger. The hole of the porcelain bottle released the adsorption force towards the statue like a black hole.
The statue actually swayed gently under this adsorption force.
"efficient?"
Everyone showed joy.
"If I guess correctly, the key to this restriction lies in the magic weapon." The man in purple said in a deep voice: "With our strength, we cannot enter the chessboard. These statues are very strong. The price of forcing the chessboard is death, but the chessboard is inside.
The statues seem to only respond to people. If we use magic weapons to compete, they will not move, so everyone, use magic weapons... It is impossible for me alone to subdue these guys. Please activate magic weapons.
Suppress these statues with me!”
When people heard the sound, their eyes lit up. They no longer hesitated and sacrificed magic weapons to throw them towards the statue.
The man in purple looked at him quietly.
After a while, the statue was full of magic weapons, and all kinds of bizarre objects exuded strong soul power.
only.
Everyone's magic weapon was thrown away, and it seemed like a stone sinking into the sea without any response.
The man in purple frowned and said dissatisfied: "Why do you all use only some low-level magic weapons? Do you only have this level magic weapons? Or do you want to give up good babies? Let's put it here if you don't.
If you want to get the inheritance of the ancient tomb, please continue like this. Anyway, this is just an eye-opener. If you can't get the inheritance of the ancient tomb, you won't feel sorry for you. As for you... it may be a waste of work.
Now!"
This sentence fell to the ground, and many people's faces became ugly.
Everyone wants to retain their strength and save magic weapons.
But now it seems that this is obviously not enough.
So, some people took out powerful magic weapons.
There are cold water magic weapons that look like flames, huge statues that look like ferocious beasts, and exquisite pagoda bottles.
All kinds of magical and powerful Horcrux magic weapons appeared one after another, covering the statue again.
Soon, all the statues trembled.
Seeing this, everyone was very excited, and more and more people did not keep it, and the magic weapon was sacrificed.
The man in blue also stared at him and shouted from time to time: "Water-deficient magic weapon! Who has it?"
"I have!" The soul immediately responded.
"Who has the magic weapon of gravity?"
"I have!" Someone said again.
"Who has the magic weapon for destruction?" The man in green shouted again.
But no one said anything this time.
The man in green frowned and looked around. Seeing that no one was making a sound, he snorted coldly: "It's this time, the baby is right in front of him. Is there anyone hiding it? If you can't take out what I'm talking about
Magic weapons, it is impossible for you to open this place and enter the center of the ancient tomb."
When someone finally spoke up.
"Then I'll give it a try!"
The man looked hesitant and obviously reluctant, but he still threw out a magic weapon.
It was a dark yellow gyro, flying in the sky, swaying from destructive whirlwinds, rotating around the statue.
But the statue was still motionless.
"This magic weapon is not good. Do you have any better magic weapon?" the man in purple said in a deep voice.
The man was stunned for a moment, his face looked ugly, he wandered for a while, and finally nodded and used another magic weapon.
This time it was a golden gyro, and its power was much stronger than the previous gyro. As soon as it appeared, the statue immediately trembled.
The man breathed a sigh of relief.
But Bai Ye was curious.
Why do you feel like this man in purple knows that this man has this magic weapon?
Bai Ye was confused and lost several magic weapons.
But useless.
Compared with the high-level magic weapons of these people, most of them are garbage, or they are unusable objects obtained from the ancient tomb. If it is really powerful, it is probably only these two swords.
If there were no one around, Bai Ye would have killed the statues with a sword, but it would definitely not work now.
finally.
With the concerted efforts of everyone, the chessboard finally collapsed, and all the chess pieces were covered with cracks, which eventually turned into a pile of gravel.
Everyone at the scene was overjoyed and smiled.
The man in purple continued to walk inside.
Bai Ye looked at the man in purple deeply and felt more and more incredible.
And at the same time... he actually felt a little familiar and intimate about the man in purple.
It's like... I've seen him somewhere...
Who is this person?
......
......
Dong!!
Several black lights fell from the sky and hit the Sky Peak heavily.
The halo disappears.
Several figures stood in front of the nameless tombstone.
At the same time, there were many souls around us rushing towards us.
But they all rushed towards the gate, all of them coming from the ancient tomb of the sky.
"Senior brother, let's go in quickly and grab the inheritance!" A man in black said in a deep voice to the human being in front of him with a cloak.
The man in the cloak couldn't see his face clearly and his hands were wrapped in bandages. This man was finally here.
And next to him was the Rakshasa girl.
“No need to go in!”
Finally, he was silent for a while and said lightly: "We are waiting for them here."
"Wait?" The Rakshasa girl smiled charmingly: "Do you want to wait for the rabbit?"
"That's too stupid." Zhong Yan shook his head: "I just want to be a fisherman."
"Fisherman?"
"There will be a war in it. No matter who gets inheritance, it will become the target of public criticism. Only those who live to the end can get inheritance. Those who get inheritance must have experienced many battles, lack strength, and are injured.
Isn’t it easy for us to snatch it up again?”
The words fell to the ground, and the eyes of the people around him were shiny and all nodded.
"Senior brother is right. In this way, we are the ones who laugh to the end!" the man smiled.
"It's not necessarily."
Finally shook his head.
"Why do you say that, senior brother?"
"Because we are not the only one who wants to be a fisherman."
He raised his head, and a pair of cold eyes under his cloak glanced at the surroundings.
Only then did people realize that it was not just a group of people standing outside without entering, but there were several teams around.
Obviously, everyone has this mentality. There are so many people entering, and the chance of seizing inheritance is too small. It is better to wait outside.
"What should we do?" asked the Rakshasa woman, "Do you want to invite the master?"
"Why bother him with this little thing?"
Finally, he pulled out a shrill and cold sword from his waist and said in a deep voice: "As long as we kill them all, will we be the only one of us left here?"
People's hearts twitch.
But the man in the cloak rushed towards the nearest group without any warning.
"Do it!"
Chapter completed!