Chapter 172 In a dream! "Chen Lingyou! I've already done it, and you still have the nerve to just stand there and watch?" Seeing that Chen Lingyou had no intention of helping, King Arthur gritted his teeth and became furious, cursing angrily. "Why should I be embarrassed?" Chen Lingyou grinned, put his hands behind his back and looked at the people with ferocious faces. "You are the ones who are afraid that someone will come and take a piece of the pie. I am not afraid." "By the way, you guys have to work harder. Don't say I didn't tell you, but there are already quite a few people surrounding us." Hearing Chen Lingyou's words, King Arthur and others felt their hearts tighten. He secretly cursed Chen Lingyou for standing by and watching, and then devoted his whole heart to the huge bronze door in front of him. "drink!"
With everyone working together, the gap between the two bronze doors began to grow rapidly. "Squeak..." After a series of harsh friction sounds, a gap was finally opened in the middle of the two bronze doors, large enough for two people to pass through. "Hmph! Let's go in first!" King Arthur shook his sore arms and glanced at Chen Lingyou unkindly. Upon hearing this, the rest of the people walked into the gate one after another. Seeing this, Chen Lingyou just watched with a smile and had no intention of stopping it. "Humph! You're smart!" After all his teammates had entered, King Arthur, who was at the end of the group, glared at Chen Lingyou fiercely and disappeared into the light. "Hey, come on!" After everyone had left, Chen Lingyou walked slowly towards the entrance of the ruins. He wasn't worried that the group ahead would get there first. Did they really think the eighth-level ruins were a joke? For those twelve Knights of the Round Table, it was probably luck that any of them survived. "Om..." As the light curtain behind the door rippled slightly, Chen Lingyou's body gradually sank into it... When his vision returned to normal, Chen Lingyou realized that he had appeared in an unknown space. It was very similar to the chaotic space he had entered before. He could only float quietly in the air with no land to land on. Moreover, visibility is extremely low, and even mental power cannot reach beyond a hundred meters. But what is different from before is that there is no dangerous space-time crack in this space now.
Instead, there was a variety of colorful mists all around, giving people a feeling of safety. But Chen Lingyou knew that these seemingly safe places were often the most dangerous. Sure enough, just as he finished speaking, the fog in front of him moved slightly, revealing a half-dead body behind him. Fortunately, it was the upper body, and Chen Lingyou still recognized the terrified face. The opponent was none other than one of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, but he was not very strong, probably only at the late sixth level of the Spirit Realm. "One person died right after entering. This is indeed an eighth-level relic." After Chen Lingyou took a quick glance at the corpse, he turned his gaze to the surrounding environment. The cut on the body was extremely smooth and the lower half was missing, so he wanted to see what had caused the wound. Before he could think about it, a large ball of colorful mist suddenly began to surge in an inconspicuous position behind him. Then, in a large area of stirring fog, countless almost invisible colorful threads quickly emerged. These thin threads were densely woven into a giant net, covering the entire space behind him. The cold light flashing on these countless thin threads had already revealed their sharpness. If the flesh touches these steel cables, it will instantly be cut into countless pieces, with no chance of survival. "Hmm? So it's here..." Chen Lingyou noticed the unusual movement behind him, turned his head and raised his eyebrows slightly. The giant net woven from these fine threads was not very fast. Even if one was only at the sixth level of the Spirit Realm, one could still barely escape after exerting all one's strength. "It seems that the guy died because he was not discovered in time." "The speed is so slow. It seems that this trap is not set to kill people, but to force people to a certain place..." Don’t think that the limit of the sixth level of the spiritual realm is too high. You should know that this is a genuine eighth-level relic. If it was a real killing move, an ordinary sixth-level spiritual realm cultivator would probably have died the moment they came into contact. How could it be possible that only one person died? "It seems that the real ruins should be ahead. Let's go over there and take a look." When the huge net woven with fine threads was about to touch him, Chen Lingyou slowly set off and flew forward. With the speed of the eighth level of the spiritual realm, he immediately created distance between himself and the net. After flying forward for nearly ten minutes, Chen Lingyou's eyes flickered and the unchanging colorful fog changed. In the center of the space before my eyes, three closed wooden doors were floating quietly. "Hmm? Three directions?" "It looks like they've already gone in." Chen Lingyou frowned slightly, mobilized the power of luck in his mind, and sensed the remaining three fragments of the Dream-Eating Pearl. Just as he expected, the remaining three fragments were evenly distributed in the directions of the three doors.
"In that case, there's nothing to think about. We can only come one by one." Chen Lingyou shook his head helplessly. This would make things a lot more troublesome for him. During the time he was thinking, the huge net that was originally thrown behind him had followed him again. As if forcing someone to make a quick choice, Chen Lingyou was forced into a wooden door. Chen Lingyou glanced behind her calmly, and finally decided to respect the order from left to right and pushed open the door on the far left. A dazzling light suddenly lit up, as if dyeing the entire space white. After the light faded, Chen Lingyou suddenly felt the thickness of the earth under his feet. He looked down and saw a battlefield filled with blood. "Hmm? You can't use your spiritual power anymore?" Chen Lingyou wanted to fly into the air to observe the surrounding situation, but he suddenly found that the spiritual power in his body seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and he could not detect any trace of it. Now he is just like an ordinary person and cannot use spiritual power at all. If it were someone else, they might have given up hope by now. But Chen Lingyou is different from ordinary people. Compared with spiritual power, the system and the abilities copied from the weirdo are the most important. When Chen Lingyou discovered that he had lost his sensitivity to various strange abilities and systems. He already knew that the world he was in might not be the real world. Combined with the information the system gave about the Dream-Eating Pearl before, it is not difficult to guess that he may have fallen into a dream now. Just as Chen Lingyou was gradually figuring out the current situation, suddenly, the ground beneath his feet began to tremble in a rhythmic manner. Looking up, I saw a group of heavily armored soldiers holding spears charging forward at the end of my sight... (End of this chapter)