Looking at the getting smaller and smaller flames at the bottom of the cliff below him, he was in a daze. What on earth is the Dark King of the Ghost Market afraid of, or what is he waiting for? To this day, the unknown Lord of the Ghost Market seems to have no idea.

It means to be a ruthless killer.

The people in the tavern dispersed and were replaced by a group of more than ten ghost market masters wearing bronze masks, all dressed in black. They were no different from the guards Li Luo met when he left Jibu Chuhe's stone palace. At least Li Luo couldn't see them.

There is no difference.

Just when Li Luo was thinking about the intricate puzzles in the ghost market, a very small voice suddenly came to his ears: "Hold him."

Li Luo's heart moved. The person transmitting the message must be nearby, and Li Luo was sure that he was among the masked men in black around him at this moment. He couldn't tell the difference between men, women, old and young just by their voices, and he never said he wanted to hold him back.

Who, but there must be only one person, that is the hero of the ghost market who is about to meet.

About half an hour later, a group of people climbed up the stone steps to the highest point of the ghost market. This is a miraculous hanging hall that can be seen from the entrance of the ghost market. From a distance, it looks like a tiger perched on a dragon's plate.

As we get closer, the main hall is even more majestic, and its majesty is even better than the ordinary Qionglou Jade Pavilion in the world. But seeing the exquisite and exquisite warping, cornices and brackets, reflecting the bright lights, people can't help but feel fascinated.

It gives rise to admiration of overwhelming beauty.

This situation reminded Li Luo of an ancient poem: The painted building flies towards Nanpu clouds, and the bead curtain rolls in the rain on the western mountain at dusk. The shadows in the idle cloud pool are long, and things change and the stars move several autumns. Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? The sky is empty on the river outside the threshold.

Artesian flow.

This is a wonderful place, but I don’t know if the hero of the ghost city I want to meet is also a wonderful person.

In front of the main hall is a wooden platform with a radius of ten feet. When you lean on the railing and look out, you can have a panoramic view of the entire ghost market. Once you are at the top, you can see the majesty of the mountains.

If there is any flaw, perhaps it is the name of this hall.

Ghost Palace.

The palace is as its name suggests, which is not bad, but it always feels a bit spooky. Even though the hall is as bright as day, it more or less has the meaning of a ghost gate. For Li Luo and the others, the ghost palace in front of them is no less impressive.

In a real hell gate.

Once you have traveled ten thousand miles, you will never return even if you know a thousand things. Where is Yazhou, where is the gate of ghosts? The ghost palace is easy to enter but not easy to get out. Once you enter this ghost palace, you don’t know whether you can come out alive.

"Young hero, please." Lian Jiang made a gesture of invitation and turned sideways to let Li Luo take the first step, which was a bit of a hospitality gesture.

Li Luo smiled casually, since he is here, even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire behind the palace gate, what is supposed to come will eventually come.

Li Luo took off his mask and put it in his arms, took a breath, and stepped into the ghost palace. Behind him, Rang Sidan and Hu Yanfengtang looked at each other. Hu Yanfengtang's eyes flashed with anger. He couldn't lose sight of the grass at this time.

The name of Hai Canglang immediately followed Li Luo into the ghost palace. Rang Sidan smiled bitterly. There was no other place to go but entering the palace now. There was a ghost city protector a few steps away who was eyeing him. If Rang Sidan

If there is any abnormal movement, I am afraid that I will end up dead.

Once you enter the gate of the ghost palace, you are a human being, both in life and death.

Before entering the palace, Li Luo glanced at the characters engraved on the door of the palace. The handwriting was a bit old, leaning towards Mongolian script. Li Luo half-read and half-guessed the characters.

Li Luo smiled faintly, and the tone of the calligraphy was so big that Li Luo immediately forgot about it and walked into the main hall.

The Ghost Palace is magnificent, but for King Da Ganding who is used to seeing the inner gardens of the palace, it is just ordinary. If there is anything worthy of praise, it is probably that it is built deep underground.

The ghost palace is as bright as day. About twenty steps away from the palace door, there is a horizontal table standing on a three-foot-high stone platform that is as black as ink. There are rows of banquet tables on the left and right of the stone platform.

The case has six on one side and seven on the other, which is not symmetrical. I don’t know what the special emphasis is on the Cliff of Rebirth.

When he first stepped into the ghost hall, Li Luo's eyes were not attracted by the tall figure like a mountain in the middle of the sky behind the table on the stone platform, nor by the ghosts of different shapes and spirits on the tables on both sides.

Distracted by the alien race in the city, what caught Li Luo's attention was a painting on the black ground in the middle of the ghost palace.

The picture of a hundred ghosts walking at night is lifelike.

The floor of the stone hall is also made of black stone, or polished black mountain stone. It is not as dark as the stone platform, but it is not much different. It is difficult to paint on such a ground. If you use ink, you must be born with a pair of divine eyes.

, otherwise it will be extremely difficult to see clearly.

This picture of a hundred ghosts walking at night is naturally not painted in ink, but in extremely rare white phosphorescence. Under the flickering phosphorescence, white lines vividly depict the hideousness of the hundreds of ghosts under the black stone. The anger, viciousness, and curses on the faces of each ghost are vivid.

, the madness seemed to come to life, as if there were really a group of evil ghosts trapped under the ground of this stone temple. If you are not careful, these underground evil ghosts will break open the cage and cause havoc on the people.

Li Luo and the others entered the ghost palace. The palace was quiet. The drinkers were still drinking and the pourers were pouring wine. It was as if they had stepped into a painting. There was no time in the painting, but thousands of years could be seen outside the painting.

This strange calm was broken by Lian Jiang's cold words: "Your Majesty, distinguished guests have arrived."

The strong man after the crime put down his wine glass, and with a flash of light in his eyes, his power was greater than the mountains, and he was firmly pressing on Li Luo and the others. Li Luo's face turned pale, and he was secretly shocked at how powerful this strong man was.

Looking at Rang Sidan and Hu Yanfengtang behind them, they couldn't help but groan, and each took half a step back before standing still. Although they were unyielding, the fearful look in their eyes became more intense.

I had seen this ghost market hero from a distance in the beast cave that day, and now that I was up close, I could even detect the fierce aura on Han Zhou's body. He was another difficult character.

"Li Luo, a southerner, it's a pleasure to meet you. I haven't seen anyone from the south in Shengsheng Cliff for many years." The big man probed his head, and moved his bright and round head half a foot forward, his eyes bright and clear.

He looked at Li Luo intently.

Li Luo bowed his hands and said, "I have offended you by intruding on your land."

"No offense, haha. There haven't been any new faces in the Cliff of Life for a long time. I'm tired of looking at these ghosts and monsters every day." The big man laughed like a loud bell. He seemed rough and arrogant, but he didn't hide the joy in his eyes at all.

Calm and indifferent. If there is a saying in the art of war that shows the enemy is weak, then the hero of the ghost market at this moment is exactly the opposite, showing the enemy strength, so strong that the opponent dare not have other thoughts.

Li Luo didn't respond. The identity of a southerner, even if coupled with the title of Da Gan Dingtian Wang, is of little use under the cliff of life. No matter how long Da Gan's tentacles are, they can't reach the depths of the sea of ​​grass. Not a single big man
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