"Brother... don't!"
Nangong Lin's expression changed drastically, her face was full of grievance and shock.
If her father found out about her behavior in the tomb, her future life would definitely not be so stable!
But looking at Nangong Fei's firm expression, Nangong Lin could only swallow the words that filled her stomach.
In my heart, I hated Ye Qingluo more and more.
If it wasn't for Ye Qingluo, the killing god mercenary group would not have reached the bottom of the tomb.
The mercenaries that my brother trained so hard will not die.
She won't be blamed by her brother either! Don't let your father know about it!
It seemed that Nangong Lin had already forgotten.
Everything about the Mausoleum's tomb was caused by Ye Fengru who first provoked Ye Qingluo in order to snatch the ring of Minghuang.
Ye Qingluo and the others fled extremely quickly, and in a short while, they arrived at the place where they had just set fire to the corpses.
Behind them, there were repeated screams from the Killing God Mercenary Group.
Ye Qingluo didn't look back, and everyone in Tianxia Tuan didn't look back.
The fire in front of him was not extinguished because the corpse insects were burned to death.
Instead, it continued to burn, and the flames jumped higher and higher, with the tendency to burn the entire tomb.
Nangong Feiran saw the swaying flames from a distance, and Zi Qianqian's beautiful face was covered with sullen anger: "This fire is so good! There is a raging fire in front, and a corpse in the back! We all have to die here today!"
This fire was set by Ye Qingluo.
Zi Qianqian naturally vented her anger on Ye Qingluo.
Ye Qingluo didn't bother to pay attention, but Limao, who followed Ye Qingluo all the way, couldn't bear it.
Li Mao turned his head and made a face at Zi Qianqian: "If it wasn't for this fire, you were all swallowed up by corpse insects just now, and there is still a chance for you to be wordy here?"
"You!" Zi Qianqian gritted her teeth, a trace of anger flashed in her eyes.
Limao snorted, shook her head and ignored Zi Qianqian.
The corpse puppet behind him is extremely fast.
But in an instant, he had already caught up.
Wherever they passed, the rock wall and rubble were broken.
Those with slower legs will be completely integrated by those corpse puppets.
Ye Qingluo shook the feather fan in his hand, and shot out a silver thread, which directly pierced into the crack of the rock wall.
She tugged, and after confirming the strength, she immediately jumped.
The thin silver threads reflected the cold aura.
With Ye Qingluo's strength, the silver wire kept swaying, and the place where the silver wire was fixed made a "creak" sound of broken stones falling.
With the strength of the surrounding rock walls and silver threads, Ye Qingluo quickly passed the burning flames.
Then, several silver threads pierced into the rock wall one by one.
The teenagers of the mercenary group followed Ye Qingluo and quickly crossed the flames without saying a word.
"All under heaven! You, you..." Wei Beilie became impatient, and walked forward quickly, trying to grab a silver thread.
But before he stepped forward, he was directly squeezed away by the teenagers from the Tianxia regiment.
But in an instant, more than ninety mercenaries from the Tianxia Regiment had already reached the other end of the flame.
The five corpse puppets had already caught up, and there were bursts of piercing corpse howls.
Nangong Feiran threw Nangong Lin to Ye Fengru, pushed them towards Yinsi's direction, immediately drew out his long sword, and jumped into the corpse puppets, attracting their attention.
"Brother!" Nangong Lin's face was pale, and she shouted in fear.
Before she could struggle to chase after Nangong Feiran, her body lightened suddenly, and she was led by Ye Fengru, and directly climbed onto one of the silver threads.
Zi Qianqian and the others grabbed Yinsi and saw that it was as slender as hair, and they still had some doubts in their hearts.
But with a little bit of force, it is sure that they can bear their weight.
One by one, they quickly crossed the fire with joy.
A few mercenaries were too impatient and almost fell into the fire.
When the last living mercenary landed firmly in the fire.
Ye Qingluo's feather fan moved again, and a few silver threads shot out quickly, crossing the flames and wrapping around Nangong Feiran's arm...