What the ancient courtyard wants is the scepter of death.

However, the imperial city is too quiet.

In the information, there are defenders in the imperial city, and the number should be nearly 10,000. However, as everyone walked along the way, they saw scattered haunted houses, like little palace maids and eunuchs, and they didn’t look like regular soldiers at all.

Where is the army?

Lin Feng and the others didn't catch up. If they could come earlier, they might have seen the army. But it was not 10,000, but 30,000. They rushed out with screams. Later, they had a very tragic fight with the people from Qingteng Mansion, and the people from Qingteng Mansion did not come in vain.

The team accelerated, crossed several long streets, and finally arrived at the Throne of Death.

It was very quiet here, and there were no wandering undead creatures, only a majestic hall. In the hall, a wide throne of two people was standing among them. On the throne, the scepter of the dead was quietly placed on the handrail of the throne.

There was no unnecessary arrangement, just like the emperor just left the toilet and just put his cane on the dragon chaise for a while.

Wu Zhao wanted to go over and take the scepter, but Lin Feng reached out to hold him.

Wu Zhao turned around, and Lin Feng shook his head at her.

At this time, a young man in his early twenties walked out of the team, with a handsome face named Tian Xing, who was a C-level master trained by Canghua Ancient Academy.

"Captain, I'll go."

Tian Xing looked at Lin Feng with some admiration.

He wants to show it.

Lin Feng nodded this time, and then said to Wu Zhao: "Uncle Wu, please stare at me from behind."

Tian Xing walked in with his hands ready, while Wu Zhao followed Tian Xing. He was not afraid that he would run away with the scepter of death, but to follow him from behind.

Tian Xing circled around the tall throne twice, but did not find any mechanism traps or anything. The fluctuations of spiritual energy were normal, and everything was so normal. It seemed that someone was just throwing the scepter here casually. The placement was not even aesthetic, and the obsessive-compulsive disorder had to be given to him right.

Tian Xing has no experience.

In fact, no one has experience here, otherwise he would have volunteered to go on.

Since there was nothing to try, Tian Xing decided to take action directly and make a quick battle.

As soon as this idea was confirmed, Tian Xing extended his hand to the Scepter of Death. There was a situation where as long as my hand speed was fast enough, the trap of the mechanism would not catch up with me.

Of course.

As soon as Tian Xing reached out his hand, a powerful repulsive force suddenly came from the scepter, trying to push Tian Xing's hand out.

Tian Xing felt relieved the moment he felt repulsive.

Although this power is very powerful, it is not very aggressive. It is obviously not a sinister arrangement of either death or injury.

To be honest, Tian Xing naturally knew that it was most likely to be dangerous to take the scepter, but in order to show that he felt that he was willing to take this risk in front of Lin Feng. If he didn't help, there were two A-level experts behind him. As long as he was careful, there would be no big problem.

Tian Xing exerted force on his hand, trying to forcefully break the repulsive force.

As a result, the next second, the space directly above the scepter suddenly stretched out a pair of dead hands. The hands were biting cold, and as soon as they appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped a lot.

Wu Zhao, who was standing behind, frowned, and an electric arc popped up with his right hand and hit him at his dry hand.

The dry hand looks very strong, and the arc has nearly 600 spiritual pressure, which is equivalent to Wu Zhao's full-strength attack. To be honest, no matter whether this attack is caught or injured, no one present will be surprised. However, the arc passed through the position of the dry hand, as if the dry hand does not exist at all, like this space.

Bang.

The arc hit the roof, charred a piece of square wood.

At this time, the dry hand held the palm of his hand back and made a pose of pulling the door. Then, he seemed to really pull a door in the air, and behind the door was a world composed of dead energy and dry bones.

"Senior, help me." Tian Xing was also anxious. His hand and scepter were only a few centimeters, but it was stuck in the final stage.

Wu Zhao found that he couldn't understand these hands and had no choice but to do it, so he slapped Tian Xing's shoulder with one hand, and an electric current penetrated Tian Xing's arm. The electric current penetrated the repulsive force from the scepter of the Death. Tian Xing was also excited. The spiritual power of his right hand suddenly burst out, and then he grasped the power of the Death...

etc?

The scepter was in front of him, but Tian Xing thought he was going to catch it, but then he caught it in vain.

It was not that the scepter flew away, but that his hand penetrated it through the scepter.

The Scepter of Death, too,

projection?

"It seems that the scepter is not here." In addition to Tian Xing, Wu Zhao is closest to it. Combined with the existence of the dry hand, he concluded that the scepter of Death is also a projection. But this projection is really high-tech, and he could not see any flaws even when he stood beside him.

Wu Zhao just looked down and returned to the sky again.

At this time, the "door" was getting bigger and bigger. Behind the door, a skeleton rack in a robe appeared in everyone's vision.

This is……

Lich!!

"Senior, I can't take out my hand!" Everyone was focusing on looking at the lich in the void, and Tian Xingze shouted hysterically. His hand could not be pulled out after passing through the phantom of the scepter, as if he had been nailed to death.

But it doesn't hurt.

"Cut it." Wu Zhao said calmly.

At this time, I finally realized that putting the scepter of Death is indeed a trap. No wonder Lin Feng didn't let Wu Zhao get it. However, this trap also picks people, and ordinary people can't reach their hands. I'm afraid that only A-level experts are qualified to be trapped by the trap.

"Senior, help me!"

"senior!"

The more anxious Tian Xing was, the less he couldn't pull it out. Wu Zhao stood and said without a pain in his waist. Can his hand be chopped just by saying a lot? It would be fine if he was really seriously injured. It didn't even hurt now, but it was just stuck in it for some reason.

Is there any help?

“只能砍了.”武钊又说了一遍,表示自己并不是在开玩笑.

"Senior, help me, I can't be without hands!"

"Senior, help me!"

Tian Xing was still shouting, vaguely crying.

"quack."

The Lich finally stepped out of the space gate. His body was still illusory at this moment, and it seemed that he was not in this space. The Lich didn't care, but stretched out his fingers with almost bones left to hook up with the Death Scepter. The next second, the Death Scepter slowly flew up and flew towards the Lich's palm.

Isn't this a projection?

Tian Xing was frightened, his hand stuck on the scepter of death and was moving upwards.

"It's almost cut!" Wu Zhao shouted.

Tian Xing was a little crazy. He was still thrusting his hands desperately, resisting the pulling force from the scepter of the Death, but it was useless.
Chapter completed!