However, before Nangong Liuyun took a step, the corpse of the iron tower man who was hanging before suddenly—
"Pa-ta-" With a sound, the metallic glossy scales on his body rolled to the ground.
Then, his roasted body, which was as tender as a beggar chicken, quickly dried and hardened at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, it was like a mummy that had been dried for many years...
"Wait!" Su Luo grabbed Nangong Liuyun, "You can't go!"
What happened on the battle stage just now was really shocking.
Nangong Liuyun's eyes narrowed slightly, but when he lowered his eyes to look at Su Luo, his eyes were pitch black and full of smiles: "What's wrong? You can't bear to leave me for so long?"
Su Luo gave him an angry look: "Don't say you didn't see that scene just now, aren't you afraid of death?"
Nangong Liuyun patted her skinny shoulder: "It's okay, trust me, eh?"
"No!" Su Luo's tone was unprecedentedly firm, "You can't go! I can't let you take risks."
"Luoluo, that's Scarlet Scrophularia." Nangong Liuyun patted her head in a good-natured manner, and followed suit, "Get the Scarlet Scrophularia, and your illness will be cured, darling."
Nangong Liuyun gently opened Su Luo's hand one finger at a time.
"Who dares to prove that the red-blooded scrophularia ginseng is in that box? What if I lied to you?" Su Luo firmly pulled on Nangong Liuyun's sleeve, his eyes more serious than ever.
Seeing that the body of the strong man in the iron tower was air-dried into a mummy, how could Su Luo rest assured to let Nangong Liuyun in? The passage of time on the battle platform was clearly different from normal time.
At this moment, there was a faint laughter in the sky.
"Stinky girl, this hall master can prove that the red blood scrophularia that can cure your illness is in that box." Jiuzhong hall master did not know when to appear.
At this time, the way he appeared was not a huge face, but a human figure.
At this time, he was wearing a black robe, and the edges of the wide robe corners fell to the ground and twisted around.
He put his hands behind his back, and stood there smiling at Su Luo.
That smile, in Su Luo's view, was clearly cunning, cunning and insidious.
"I can't go!" Su Luo firmly held Nangong Liuyun, "I have a hunch that all the difficulties in the previous nine levels combined are not as dangerous as the battle stage."
How could Nangong Liuyun not know? In fact, as a tenth-order powerhouse, he is very sensitive to danger, and he can clearly feel the strange and mysterious atmosphere on the battle stage.
The master of the Jiuzhong Palace raised his brows slightly, with a smile that was not a smile: "There is only one red-blooded black ginseng. It is a reward for you. Since you don't want it... it's better to destroy it."
He said it lightly, and his face was calm, as if all that was ruined was a carrot.
Nangong Liuyun smiled lightly: "Slow."
"Why, do you really want to go in?" The nine-level hall master looked at Nangong Liuyun with a smile, his small eyes flashed with brilliance, looking very unpredictable.
Nangong Liuyun nodded slightly: "Why not?"
"Aren't you afraid of the passing of time, old age and withered bones in an instant?" Jiuzhong Palace Master raised his eyebrows with a smile that was not a smile, and raised his chin calmly.
Nangong Liuyun's pitch-black eyes were bottomless, he smiled inexplicably, turned around and walked towards the battle platform.
"Nangong Liuyun, please stop for me!" Su Luo shouted anxiously!