Tianlang-Jun only lightly patted Luo Binghe on the shoulder, and that arm was broken again. He frowned, and Zhuzhi-Lang immediately picked it up on his behalf and put his hands up.
Luo Binghe didn't even bother to wipe the blood, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he held the demon on his back with his backhand. Tianlang-Jun said: "The sword is a good sword. It's a pity that it is used in a mess."
Luo Binghe shouted to Shen Qingqiu in a low voice, "Let's go!"
what to go? Can you go!
Zhuzhilang said: "It's too late, two hundred black moon pythons can only open the barrier of the holy mausoleum for a moment and let you in."
Luo Binghe said sternly, "Then use the two of you as a blood sacrifice, and do it again!"
Who knows, the Heart Demon Sword has not been completely unsheathed, and it is suddenly inserted back into the sheath. Tianlang-Jun did not know when he had stood behind him and pressed the sword back into the sheath with one finger, but he was not allowed to hold the sword. Luo Binghe's reaction was also extremely fast, and he turned to meet him. Who knows, no matter how fast he is, each time the demon can only pull out a maximum of three inches, and then he is pressed back. After a few back and forth, Tianlang-Jun seemed to have lost interest, and with a flick of his wrist, regardless of his inner demons, he directly pressed on his Heavenly Spirit.
Luo Binghe's eyes suddenly opened, and a thick cloud of purple-black aura rolled over his heavenly spirit. Not knowing what Tianlang-Jun was doing, he was speechless.
Tianlang-Jun closed his eyes for a while, then opened them and said, "It turns out that you are not alone, but also brought in two small fish."
He raised his hand, looked at Luo Binghe's face, and said objectively, "Like his mother."
A cold voice came from the side: "The eyes are like you."
Tianlang-Jun slowly turned his head.
The Xiu Ya sword shone with a cold light, lying across Zhuzhi Lang's neck. Shen Qingqiu said, "It's not worth it to lose such a good subordinate. Shouldn't Tianlang-Jun think about it?"
Zhuzhilang said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, this subordinate was negligent for a while."
It's all "oversighted" and it's so hard to do! Shen Qingqiu took great pains to restrain him. This man is just as slippery when he's not in the form of a snake!
Tianlang-Jun said slowly: "If you treat Zhuzhi-Lang like this, he will be sad."
Shen Qingqiu said half-truth, "I'll be sad if you treat your son like this. How about you let go of your son, and I let go of your nephew?"
Tianlang-Jun said, "I'm afraid you won't give me this chance."
Shen Qingqiu's palms were actually covered in cold sweat, but his voice sounded extremely calm: "I'm giving you this chance."
Tianlang-Jun said: "I mean, Zhuzhi-Lang will not give me this chance."
Before he could finish his sentence, Zhuzhi-Lang suddenly took the initiative and rammed the tip of Shen Qingqiu's sword!
This time the force is very strong, it is really desperate, and there is absolutely no suspicion of falsehood. Shen Qingqiu was taken aback and subconsciously withdrew his sword. As soon as the sword edge was withdrawn, Zhuzhi-Lang took advantage of the situation to escape and flashed back to Tianlang-Jun.
Tianlang-Jun made a "look at it" expression and said with a smile, "If I were to be threatened for him, Zhuzhi-Lang would ask for his own death, and Peak Master Shen must not underestimate him."
Shen Qingqiu was so angry that he vomited blood. As a hostage, Zhuzhi-lang is really worthless at all. It was difficult to hold it once, and there was no sense of accomplishment at all!
Tianlang-Jun said, "My nephew has suffered a bit of grievance, and he should get it back from Shen Feng's apprentice." As he spoke, his five fingers folded slightly.
Luo Binghe snorted, blood was flowing from the corners of his eyes, but his eyes still turned to Shen Qingqiu with difficulty, gritted the blood in his teeth, and said, "...Go! It's fine to go anywhere...don't stay here!"
Shen Qingqiu raised his head abruptly, and threw the Xiu Ya sword straight ahead. It seemed as if white lightning flashed horizontally, stabbing at Tianlang-Jun, he tilted his head slightly, the blade of the sword rubbed his cheek, and with a clang, it was nailed to the painting wall in the distance behind him.
He said, "It's not good to be accurate."
Shen Qingqiu slowly withdrew his hand, and curled the corner of his mouth: "Very accurate. Hit the bull's-eye."
Tianlang-Jun was slightly startled, then turned around immediately.
I saw Xiu Ya Sword pinned to one eye of the smiling woman's face on the mural. The gem that was originally embedded in the pupil shattered into several pieces, glittering and falling down the stone wall.
The woman was obviously just a face painted on the wall, but the corners of her mouth curled up more and more, she seemed to smile more and more happily, and one grin came to her ear, like the bloody mouth of a woman with a split mouth.
Suddenly, in the tomb hall, there was an incomparably sharp laughter. And this laughter came from the mouth of the woman on the mural!
Xidian has anti-theft measures. There are gems inlaid on one wall, but as long as you pry off one piece, you will be laughed to death by the sonic weapon of the witch of the Xidian!
This laughter is especially effective for the demons. After all, it was originally to guard against the demons, and no one would come to the demon world to rob the tombs. As soon as it entered the ear, the heart and brain were beating wildly, and there was a sharp pain, the world was spinning, and the eyes were dazzling. Zhuzhi-Lang couldn't help covering his ears, and Tianlang-Jun also pulled out a hand and pressed his temple. Shen Qingqiu was already prepared, taking advantage of this momentary opportunity, he swept past, raised his left hand, and the Xiu Ya sword was sheathed, grabbed Luo Binghe with his right hand and ran!
After rushing into the next tomb hall, Shen Qingqiu's first thing was to put down the gate and let him die! The heavy boulder fell to the ground, stirring up the dust. He only found the door closing mechanism, but not the one that opened the door. It is best if he can't open it! He thought about it just now, finally relieved, and when he looked back, he almost fell to his knees.
Zhuzhi-lang held one hand tightly by him and blinked.
Drunk drunk. This can also carry the wrong person! ! ! What kind of evil did he make? He actually left the father and son who were unilaterally abusing in the Xidian!
sin, sin! ! ! Shen Qingqiu threw off his hands and turned to go to the split stone gate. Zhuzhi Lang grabbed him and said, "Shen Xianshi, don't go back. In front of Your Majesty, he has no chance of winning."
Shen Qingqiu was going crazy.
How could it be so close to the wrong person? ! It's all to blame that the woman in the wall painting in Xidian's laughter is too powerful, the green candle is dim, and the three of them are all wearing black clothes that look similar at first glance. Because of relatives, do they have similar preferences for colors and styles? !
Shen Qingqiu was crying foolishly by himself, he couldn't bear to slam the stone door, and said, "I originally wanted to be with Luo Binghe!"
Zhuzhilang was stunned when he heard the words.
After a long while, he said, "Shen Xianshi, didn't you and him... have been together a long time ago?"
"… "
I can't really tell this group of people!
Shen Qingqiu raised his hand to shut him up, turned around and walked a few steps, suddenly feeling that the soles of his feet were uneven.
Zhuzhilang followed, and he made a blocking gesture: "Don't move!"
A huge woman's face covered the entire floor of the hall. They are stepping on the ears of this face.
Unlike the female face of the Xidian, this face is not charming, but fierce, with split eyes, wide nose, and extremely ugly abilities, like a female yaksha.
Shen Qingqiu said cautiously, "Don't step on your face."
Zhuzhilang: "..."
There are faces all over the ground, don't let them step on them...
The three halls of joy, anger and sorrow are one after another, and after the first hall of joy, the next one is the "Hall of Anger".
The original Luo Binghe Guan (xi) Guang (jie) Holy Tomb, when he passed this level, adopted a specific position, but unfortunately Shen Qingqiu didn't remember exactly which ones he stepped on. If you accidentally take a wrong step, the anti-theft measures in the Temple of Fury will be activated. Yujian is also not acceptable, as long as it passes vertically above, it is considered a step.
Having said that, of course I was angry when someone stepped on my face! No wonder you are angry!
He dared to rush in because he thought it was Luo Binghe, and he definitely knew where to go. Who knew that such a situation would lead to the arrest of the wrong person! It seemed that both Xizhilang and Tianlang-Jun were only active in the first stage of Xidian before, and most of them couldn't count on him to clear customs!
The ground is getting hotter. Shen Qingqiu squatted down, tested the temperature, and immediately pulled back when he touched it. It was hot as if there was a fire scorching the ground, and all that stood on the ground were teppanyaki meat. The cheeks of the female face on the ground were originally crimson, but they were gradually heating up to become bright red.
I'm afraid they have unknowingly stepped on this face a few times just now. Shen Qingqiu took a few steps back, trying to move closer to the side edge.
Suddenly, a bright golden red liquid fountain erupted from the ground.
Zhuzhilang turned into a prototype in an instant, a yellow-eyed green snake with fluorescent scales coiled on the ground, stood up, raised its head and screamed, it was as tall as four people. Roll up Shen Qingqiu into a ball and wrap it tightly in the scales. Bai Sensen's fangs were next to Shen Qingqiu's head, and those big golden eyes looked even more curious at close range.
What Tianlang-Jun said was true, Xi Zhilang really couldn't turn his head. I was smoked by realgar wine before and shed tears in the wind, don't you remember? Don't you remember being pointed at by him with a sword just now? Now that he is still doing his best to protect him, Shen Qingqiu is embarrassed to cheat on him.
Suddenly, with a loud bang, the entire wall on the side of the Temple of Fury collapsed. In the smoke of gunpowder, Tianlang-Jun moved his wrists, walked down the rocky wall, stepped into the Temple of Wrath, and said, "I don't know if this is my delusion, but Peak Master Shen seems to be more familiar with this holy tomb than I do."
Zhuzhilang turned back into a human form and lost his voice: "Your Majesty, don't come in!"
Before Tianlang-Jun showed any doubt, he had already stepped on the woman's face for six or seven steps.
Shen Qingqiu: "..."
Zhuzhilang: "..."
A giant pillar of magma, which was embraced by the four of them, suddenly shot up into the sky, and Tianlang-Jun was instantly engulfed by the raging flames.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! ! !
Shen Qingqiu couldn't stop laughing in his heart. Let you not listen to what people have to say! Let you beat your own son! You pretend, even if you pretend, you will be struck by lightning!
But he soon stopped laughing. Luo Binghe was behind, stumbled and rushed in. One of his arms was slack, and it seemed to be completely broken, blood flowed unstoppably from his head, and he couldn't open one of his eyes.
How miserable. It was so miserable, it was much worse than when Luo Binghe was beaten by the original goods when he first came here!
What the hell is going on with Luo Binghe's physique! Why did the elders love to use violence to educate him so much. Not from Baizhan Peak!
Zhuzhi-Lang circled around the pillar of fire and had no time to take care of others. Luo Binghe had a panoramic view of the scene in the hall, looked down again, jumped off the pile of rocks, walked five or six steps in an instant, and came to Shen Qingqiu.
Unscientific, how on earth did he know how to go by just looking at it without triggering the mechanism!
Luo Binghe seemed to know what he was thinking, and said concisely: "Go to the acupuncture points on the face."
While speaking, the two had already passed through the Hall of Wrath and entered the next level. When the Shimen Gate fell, Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but look at Luo Binghe more to confirm that he was not looking for the wrong person this time.
Shen Qingqiu stood on the edge of the tomb hall and did not dare to move rashly. The witch in the main hall of the "Hall of Mourning" perches on the ceiling. When I looked up, I saw a woman's face with frowning frowning and mournful and tactful.
Sensing that someone had invaded, his eyes opened, his facial features wrinkled, and his expression became more and more miserable. First, droplets of water seeped from his eyes, and it didn't take long for dense raindrops to fall from the entire ceiling.
He was about to speak to remind him that it was a rain of corpses and that he couldn't touch his body when Luo Binghe raised a hand to protect him underneath, and rushed over with the two of them...
Shen Qingqiu: "..."
IQ! In the original book, you are a technical streamer, and this is too simple and rude! ! !
The Triple Palace of Joys, Anger and Sadness is a 200,000-word copy of the original work. Now, after converting it, is there a chapter? ! The Temple of Apocalypse at least procrastinated for ten chapters before it was finished, what about now? Are there any three lines? ! Are you in a hurry? !
The system sent a reminder: [Cut off the content of water injection, refine the plot, B-block +100!]
Too much chop!
After coming out, it is a dark and silent tomb passage. As soon as the two left the tomb hall, the green fire light dimly lit up, row after row, extending endlessly.
The anti-theft measures in the Holy Mausoleum are almost pervasive, and they are maddened. Blind corpses who were wandering mindlessly in the cemetery approached with drooling saliva. Luo Binghe raised a hand, his expression was cold and impatient, they shrieked unwillingly, their throats were full of snoring snarls, and they buried their heads and retreated into the darkness.
Luo Binghe didn't look at Shen Qingqiu, let go, and said, "Let's go."
Before, every time he caught Shen Qingqiu, he would stare at him, but this time he didn't.
Shen Qingqiu noticed that Luo Binghe's face was extremely blushing, looking at it under the faint green candlelight, it was extremely abrupt. But definitely not because of shyness. Shen Qingqiu wondered if he was poisoned, or his brain was congested by the beating, but his steps were still steady, and it wasn't like that.
He wanted to ask a question, but he didn't know how.
When Shen Qingqiu was about to hold back a sentence, Luo Binghe spoke first.
It seems that every time the atmosphere is deadlocked, he is the first to break the silence.
"Is this body's spiritual veins functioning well?"
Shen Qingqiu didn't expect that his first sentence would be this, he was stunned for a moment, and replied, "It's normal."
He remembered that Luo Binghe spent five years repairing the spiritual veins of this body bit by bit.
Luo Binghe nodded and said, "That's good. I kept the other body for a few days, but I really can't keep it."
Lu Huazhi's body and soul were about to die, and withered and dissipated in an instant. Luo Binghe could still support it for a few days, and he dared to come to the Holy Tomb to attend the meeting alone. Shen Qingqiu became more and more at a loss for what to say.
Tianlang-Jun seemed to have mentioned just now that Luo Binghe "brought two little fish with him", Shen Qingqiu asked, "Who else did you bring?"
Luo Binghe finally glanced at him and said, "I came alone."
After a pause, he continued: "The two just now are not good characters. Even if Master doesn't want to stay with me, I hope not to go all the way with them."
Shen Qingqiu said, "Have you seen them before?"
Luo Binghe said in a low voice, "I met that snake in the southern border before, and I fought a few times, and I almost suffered a loss. I haven't seen the other one, but I can't beat him."
Zhuzhilang was born in the southern border, so he had to be more diligent when he ran there. Tianlang-Jun also said that the plague incident in Jinlan City was originally created to solve the food problem in the southern border. Luo Binghe had a few fights with Zhuzhilang in the southern border, which was unexpected.
But Zhuzhi-Lang didn't seem to explain his identity to Luo Binghe, nor did he regard him as the young master. Tianlang-Jun also saw that he did not have such a plan.
In this way, neither father nor cousin admitted his intention.
Shen Qingqiu's heart was full of mixed feelings, and he was hesitating, neither embarrassed nor embarrassed, the candle light flickered suddenly, the tomb passage darkened, and Luo Binghe's body pressed against him.
Damn, just a little bit of sympathy for this child, and it's coming again! again!
But Luo Binghe didn't hug him this time, didn't move his hands or feet, but completely fell on top of him, and then he didn't move.
Shen Qingqiu finally discovered something strange. He was also very tired. He couldn't support the bodies of the two of them. He leaned against the stone wall with a thud, while Luo Binghe leaned against him. Shen Qingqiu's heart also trembled, and the roots of his teeth hurt.
He quickly stood up straight, hugged Luo Binghe with his backhand, groped for a while, and touched his back. The clothes on Luo Binghe's back were tattered and tattered, all of which had been drenched in the rain of corpses from the Temple of Ai. When he probed inside, the skin under his skin felt strange to the touch, and there seemed to be signs of festering. And it has a fishy smell.
After all, corpse rain is not a good thing.
According to Shen Qingqiu's habit of calling people, when he first came up, he would open his bow to the left and right to reward two small ears, but as soon as he stretched out his claws, he couldn't move a little, so he lightly patted his cheek twice, and his voice couldn't help but let go. Light: "Luo Binghe? Luo Binghe?"
Luo Binghe closed his eyes deeply, his eyelashes did not flutter, and his face became increasingly red and abnormal.
Shen Qingqiu reached out and touched it, his forehead and cheeks were hot, as if he had a fever. But Luo Binghe would never have the concept of "fever". When I touched my hand again, it was cold. His whole body is like putting his head in a microwave oven and his body in an ice cave.
In Shen Qingqiu's concept, even if the male protagonist has occasional moments of despair, it won't last long, let alone to the point of losing consciousness.
Shen Qingqiu put one hand behind Luo Binghe's head and rubbed the spot where he just hit the wall.
"Luo Binghe, can you hear me clearly?"
no respond.
Shen Qingqiu did some calculations. In order to protect his body from withering, Luo Binghe spent several days of spiritual power (but he didn't protect it in the end); he spent a lot of time catching the black moon python rhinoceros everywhere; after he came to the Holy Tomb, he was punched and kicked by Tianlang-Jun first. , again in the middle of the Xidian sonic attack, continued to be punched and kicked by Tianlang-Jun, and finally got drenched in corpse rain.
No matter how you think about it, it's more serious than a fever.
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