"Ordinary corpses will definitely not be able to accumulate such a large number of corpse insects. The presence of so many corpse insects... indicates that we are not far from guarding the corpse king."
The task of the Tianxia Regiment is to carry back the guard corpse king.
It should be a joyful thing for the Tianxia regiment to reach the formation guarding the corpse king.
But Ye Qingluo just felt weird.
"According to the description of the mausoleum's tomb information provided by Taohua Sanqiantuan, the mausoleum of the mausoleum is equipped with formations and organs. If you are not careful, you will be decapitated."
"But... we are about to reach the formation guarding the corpse king, but we haven't encountered any danger along the way."
Not to mention the mechanism, I didn't see even the slightest formation.
The only danger is this wave of corpse worms.
How could it be so smooth
Reminiscent of the sudden collapse of the tomb when they were outside...
Ye Qingluo became more and more sure that his previous guess might be true.
At the bottom of this tomb, there is another wave of people.
These formations and organs were solved by the people of that wave.
It was able to go all the way to the bottom of the tomb without any casualties...
The other party, who are they
So capable
Ye Qingluo's expression became more and more solemn.
Ye Qingluo's words were clearly heard by the mercenaries of every Tianxia regiment.
They also realized that there was no danger along the way, just the calm before the storm.
The mission to the mausoleum of the King of Mausoleum is probably more dangerous than imagined....
The sentiment on the Tianxia group's side also affected the killing god group's side.
Nangong Feiran's attention at this time was completely on Ye Qingluo, and his eyes did not hide his interest in Ye Qingluo.
Seeing Ye Qingluo's complexion gradually serious, and finally more and more serious, his heart trembled violently.
I knew in my heart that the road ahead might be dangerous.
He narrowed his eyes, glanced at Nangong Lin who was closely following him, pursed his lips, and said solemnly in the mercenary regiment medal: "Fengru, you are still poisoned, if you encounter any danger soon, what are you doing?" Don't worry about it, just help me take care of Lin'er."
Ye Fengru frowned, and glanced at the timid Nangong Lin: "I will take care of Lin'er, but... just because I've been poisoned doesn't mean I'm useless."
"The bottom floor of the Mausoleum King's tomb has never come out alive, but... we have come to the present, as the deputy head of the Tianxia regiment said, we are about to reach the formation guarding the corpse king."
This means that they are not far from the main tomb of the Mausoleum.
In other words, this is already the lowest level of the Mausoleum King's tomb.
As soon as his words fell, Zi Qianqian's beautiful face immediately revealed a dissatisfied expression: "Commander, the Tianxia regiment is just... a bronze medal mercenary regiment that has been slightly prepared for the tomb of Zuling King, you really believe what that woman said ?”
"Qianqian." Nangong Feiran frowned, and squinted at Zi Qianqian in displeasure. He knew the character of his deputy head, so he didn't say much at this time, "Be careful, there is no harm in the end. I hope that the Killing God Mercenary Corps can guarantee the glory of their own gold medal."
Both groups of people said this in their own teams.
The environment in front of me has changed.
The long and deep single tunnel turned into five narrow paths.
On each path, there is also a black coffin.
coffin...
Everyone's expressions changed in an instant.
Nangong Feiran's heart sank: "Sure enough... I really reached the formation to guard the corpse king..."
The five coffins in front of me are exactly the rumored formation of guarding the corpse king.