A colorful giant tree has a huge space, almost twenty meters high, and the tree connects the upper and lower ends, and the densely packed colorful leaves on the top of the tree render the place into color, as if it suddenly breaks into a colorful world.

But what made Wang Lang vague was not this tree, but the coffin in the middle of the tree.

A crystal coffin embedded in the trunk of a tree, a woman lies peacefully in the coffin.

The most incredible thing is that the woman has a beautiful face, without any aging, and it is like she is asleep.

Moreover, that woman looks very much like a person, and Wang Lang knows someone he or she is even familiar with.

The fourth junior sister, the Qinglong King Hu Die.

Hu Die had a birthmark on her face. If that birthmark was removed, it would be the woman lying in the coffin on this tree. Her face was stunning.

Wang Lang's nose felt sore, and his eyes became red involuntarily. It was as if he had seen something, and he felt something choking in his heart, which was very uncomfortable.

Looking up at the corpse in the coffin, although he knew it was not Hu Die, Wang Lang felt a feeling of being unable to control himself, just like Hu Die lying inside, the two senior brothers and sisters were separated forever, Wang Lang covered his chest with one hand and looked up at the person in the coffin. He could see it, but could no longer touch it, worried about gains and losses, just like the colorful light here, which could only be seen, but could not be touched.

"Brother!" Lu Mowei's voice came to Wang Lang's senses.

Lu Mowei pulled one of Pan Yao's legs down from the stairs and kicked Pan Yao hard.

That smell really makes people feel disgusting.

"So beautiful." Lu Mowei looked up inadvertently and saw the man in the coffin embedded on the tree trunk, looking like a man-like face.

Wang Lang kicked Lu Mowei, "It's so disgusting to take off this fat man's clothes."

Lu Mowei did it with a bitter face, and tore Pan Yao's clothes into pieces with a few brute force, leaving only a shorts and a pair of leather shoes.

Wang Lang walked towards the seven-colored giant tree. The top of the giant tree was connected to the top. It seemed that the colorful trees on the upper layer were branches of this tree.

The fundamental reason why Wang Lang was in a daze at the beginning was that Wang Lang seemed familiar to this place.

When Wang Lang was chasing Meng Guangtou, who was the son of Meng Crook, in the first place, he broke into the Snake King Forest and finally fell into a hole. There was an extremely huge tree with the same layout as here, and there was a crystal coffin on it.

But the corpse in the coffin was not preserved so well, it had already rotted, and the corpse in the coffin has been preserved intact, just like the person inside had just died.

"This woman looks so beautiful." Lu Mowei burned Pan Yao's clothes and looked up at the woman in the coffin.

Wang Lang took out his ears and circled around the giant tree for a while. The giant tree with a diameter of more than two meters was also colorful on the trunk, and even had some fragrance. Wang Lang held his breath and said that this thing was probably poisonous. It was very likely that Pan Yao would become like that after sucking too much of this kind.

After all, this is the eighth floor, there should be another floor, but I haven't found any place to go down.

Wang Lang walked around the front again and didn't want to look at the crystal coffin on the trunk of the tree. For some reason, Wang Lang felt choked and uncomfortable, and couldn't help but want to cry.

I felt like I had lost a close relative, and that feeling was like cutting a piece of meat from my body.

The seven dragon kings of the Dragon Gate have a great relationship, just like different fathers and half-brothers. The seven people have been orphans since childhood, and a few have been together since childhood, and they have to bear things together, and a few people are like brothers.

When Wang Lang saw a corpse that was exactly the same as Hu Die, he felt uncomfortable.

A sudden sound of fighting came from below. Wang Lang listened, and then saw the ground not far away lifting up, and several figures broke out from the ground and finally stood on the ground.

Wang Lang looked closely.

It was discovered that Qin Han and the King of Blowing the Lights were surrounded by Liu Chenghan and Di Qi, and Huang Feishu and the young man who came with him came out one after another.

The King of Light Blowing Light was as if he had been severely injured again. He was even more wilted than when he saw it before. However, the lean camel was bigger than a horse, and the few people surrounding the King of Light Blowing Light were injured, and all of them were hung up. Among them, Zhang Fei's arm was not used.

Huang Fei Rat fiddled with the mud on his head in a dusty face, and didn't know where he went, with black mud on his head.

The thin boy next to him was holding a dagger in his hand, and a scar on his chest was visible to the bones, but the boy had no pain. Some black mud was applied to the wound and some mushrooms were broken from the previous layer.

"Blow up the light, hand over the things!" Huang Feimao took off his shoes and slapped the mud on the soles of the shoes on the ground.

The King of Light Blowing Lights laughed, without any feeling of falling under the wind, and his eyes were too long, "Just relying on the skills of you three-legged cats, I want to trap me?"

Huang Feishi put on his shoes again, "As the saying goes, a good master can't hold back too many fists. We know you are powerful, but we may not be sure to kill you. Besides, you were injured before you came. If you hit me for a while, even if you kill a few of us, you will not be able to escape death in the end."

The King of Blowing the Light Sneak sneered, "Even if I die, I will take you guys to take care of you!"

"Senior, why are you doing this? Wouldn't it be better to take out the things and share them together?" Liu Chenghan spoke slowly.

The King of Blowing the Lights did not give Liu Chenghan any good face, "I look like your ancestors. If I were born thousands of years earlier, I would definitely kill them without leaving any armor!"

"Ye! How could you, a little boy, be humiliated by the reputation of your ancestors?" Guan Lei shouted loudly, picked up the Qinglong Yanyue Sword that he found from somewhere and went up.

The blue light in the hand of the blowing lamp shook, the flames burned, and the pouted lips blew, and the Ming King killed someone.

Awesome people are awesome people. They use their flesh palms to slap the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

Clang buzzing...

The King of Light Blowing the Light Palm slapped the body of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword. The Qinglong Yanyue Sword trembled suddenly, and Guan Lei took several steps back in a row.

Zhang Teng shook the snake spear and rushed forward. Liu Chenghan also rushed forward with the mandarin duck sword. Zhao Le's bright silver spear shook out countless spear flowers.

What opened Wang Lang the most was Zhuge Qing, who was holding a feather fan made of something in his hand, which was very fun.

The young man brought by Huang Feishi held the dagger and kept observing in secret. He found the right opportunity to go up. Basically, each knife could leave a wound.

The skills of Qin and Han dynasties were not weak, and they complemented the lights, but just like Huang Feishi said, a good master could not resist the many fists.

Liu Chenghan and his team were not bad at all, and their cooperation was very clever and there was no conflict at all. In addition, the young man brought by Huang Feishi secretly attacked, Mingdeng and Qin Han gradually began to decline.
Chapter completed!