Mo Xiren blinked slightly, stretched out his fingers and hooked them. The dead Da Mao stood up again under the inexplicable strength and stood there with his head hanging down. Seeing this, Hai Jie just raised his eyebrows, set up the cannon in his left hand and blew the corpse into pieces with one shot. The burning green flames quickly burned away the blood, leaving only some wrinkled debris.
There was silence at the door. Only Mo Xiren remained calm-faced. He raised his hand and asked Mo Lianren to hold Er Mao over.
"No, no, no, I won't go! I can help you with anything, don't let me die! Don't..."
"Don't be afraid, take out your shield." Mo Xiren said to him softly.
Before Er Mao could react, Mo Lianren cut his clothes open with a knife, and a piece of processed skull fell out of his clothes.
"Be prepared in advance before going in. Don't worry, you won't die. We only need you to be a tank for once - relax." Mo Xiren comforted softly and put the skull into Er Mao's hand.
Mo Lianren pushed him through the door with force. Er Mao hurriedly activated his skull, and a blue flame shield that could cover his whole body was immediately activated.
He stepped through the door.
After taking this step, his brain became slightly clearer, and he suddenly realized that he should have attacked the woman who caught him, instead of walking into this ghost place!
At this moment, Hai Jie fired again. He quickly shrank his body and hid behind the shield. There was a violent impact on his hands, but a large part of it was eliminated by the flames. He could even withstand it without retreating. step!
"Really, really..."
That sense of ecstasy immediately filled his heart, and he even couldn't help but look back to see if Mo Xiren and the others had also walked in - this was also his last thought before his consciousness was interrupted.
Haijie moved.
The black gun lifted Er Mao high in the air, and the flames burned his blood. His death condition was a little better than that of his brother, that's all.
What the people outside the door just saw was a very strange scene.
Er Mao walked into the room tremblingly, holding a fire shield, and then Haijie fired the gun decisively. The gunfire hit the shield and was stopped. Then Er Mao suddenly made a shrinking movement and held up the shield. Hai Jie stood up and walked around to the side, raised his spear, and stabbed the unresisting Ermao directly into the air. Then the flames burned, and Ermao was burned to death before his eyes.
"His reaction..." Pang Shaotong always felt that this scene had a mysterious sense of familiarity. Er Mao's entire movements seemed to have turned into a slowed down movie, all a few beats slower. And the smile on Mo Xiren's face disappeared at this time.
She couldn't decide which of the two abilities was faster.
With Mo Xiren's character, she has certainly found enough "scapegoats". Before this, she had also tested how far the natural ability she had acquired could reach, and the conclusion was that there was no upper limit.
As long as she was still commanding the corpse, any damage that fell on her body would be transferred without exception. This also gave Mo Xiren the confidence to fight against Wu Que's elusive ability. But Hai Jie's ability is different. Can slowing down a person's movements also delay her ability to transfer damage?
Seeing Hai Jie's cold expression, Mo Xiren's heart was shaken.
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Cheng Wuling stood in front of a huge mirror.
"Given the craftsmanship of this era, it is not impossible to make such a mirror."
The height of this mirror is nearly four meters. The frame is a wooden frame carved with various patterns of gods and Buddhas. It has some signs of cracking due to its age. In the prayer room, apart from some tables and chairs, there is only this mirror placed where the statue of the god should be. It seems like there is something wrong with it at first glance.
"Cheng Wuling!"
Lu Ning and Ning Yeyi, as well as Chu Jianting and Zhu Hongye rushed here one after another.
"You are here? Did you find anything?"
"It's very clean here, but no one can be seen. It's hard to imagine that there is no one in such a big castle." Chu Jianting said.
"Some daily necessities were found on the first floor. They seem to be for people about the same size as us." Zhu Hongye followed.
"The direction of the tower is guarded by hunters, and a Night Clan is imprisoned there as a prison."
"moon?"
"Well, have you been to the large bedroom on the second floor?"
"I've been there, so this is probably where the tallest one will be."
Cheng Wuling stretched out his hand and touched the mirror. Ripples like water surface suddenly appeared on the mirror surface, and a shadow of fire appeared on the opposite side.
"Portal?" Ning Yeyi stepped forward, gathered a water ball and threw it at the mirror. The water ball penetrated the mirror and disappeared.
"Chu Jianting, Zhu Hongye stays here."
"What? Wait - shouldn't we, as combatants, be together?" Zhu Hongye stopped immediately, "The final battle is right in front of us, do you want us to stop here?"
"Why do the veteran hunters serve the Night Clan? Judging from the words of Wu Que and Lang Xing, they are obviously reluctant, right? That means there is something that the Night Clan can control. For this reason, we cannot let the rotten blood on our bodies I want you two to go in." Cheng Wuling explained.
"You could have told us earlier..."
"No, you have other things to do." Lu Ning followed, "The curse on you was specially set aside by us. Now you go around to the back of the castle and find a place on the second floor where you can see the outside scenery. Wait. Signal on the opposite hill.”
"Signal?"
"Well, follow this from now on." Ning Yeyi stuffed a pocket into Chu Jianting's hand, "Only a few of us know what is written in it. The relevant matters have not been stated clearly on any occasion so far, please pay attention to us Something must be watching, so wait until you see the signal before opening the bag."
"What's the signal...?"
Chu Jianting asked blankly.
"As long as I see you, I will understand." Lu Ning waved her fingers mysteriously, and then reached out to touch the mirror.
She disappeared immediately, and then Cheng Wuling and Ning Yeyi also stretched out their hands and entered the mirror.
The scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose a notch. A feeling of anxiety came from the surroundings, causing some beads of sweat to appear on Lu Ning's head.
This place should be a workshop.
Behind where she stood was an identical mirror, and on the left and right sides were platforms built with stone steps. On each level were soldiers holding weapons and wearing heavy armor, like terracotta warriors. It was like a military parade. The road goes straight forward for nearly a hundred meters, separated by several pairs of large copper pillars. The tops of the copper pillars are hollowed out, and red flames burn in them, illuminating the entire road.
Soon, Ning Yeyi and Cheng Wuling also appeared beside her. Seeing the spectacular array of warriors and warriors in front of him, Ning Yeyi couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration, while Cheng Wuling also looked at the surroundings with interest.
"Let's move forward." Lu Ning said.
The three of them are not worried that these things will come back to life - the number here alone is enough to crush the number of tourists imprisoned in the prison. With this method of teleportation, it will be useless if these warriors can move many people. , then killing the blood to eradicate the curse is a joke.
Mission Impossible will not be posted.
The roads are all paved with dark golden metal bricks, and you can even hear a crisp sound when you step on them. Along the way, although the terracotta warriors have changed in shape and weapons, they are all sculptures.
At the end of the road is a huge workshop.
A forge burning with blood-colored flames occupies a large area on the left side of the room. Half of the blade of a huge broad-blade sword with a hilt as thick as a thigh was placed above the forge and burned red. Most of the other places were piled up like hills of ore, and tools such as shovels and pickaxes were casually thrown beside the ore pile. Other things such as molds and buckets were also thrown around, and the level of chaos was at two extremes compared to the neatly lined-up terracotta warriors outside.
As for the blood - it's at the opposite end.
Under a colorful circular mirror made of various gemstone fragments, there is a dark throne. A huge body wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat sat on the throne, seemingly sleeping. His body was as dark and bony as the demons depicted in mythology, but his fingers were slender and sharp, and his chest was burning with a blood-colored flame that was the same as that in the forge, emitting light through the black bone-like skin. Xue's height is estimated to be about three meters from the sitting position. His head is covered by a bamboo hat. There is a huge forging hammer resting on the right side of the seat.
Even if he doesn't wake up, this demon-like huge body is enough to scare ordinary people. Even Lu Ning, who had been preparing to hunt for a long time, felt suspicious in his heart at this moment.
"Is this really...a guy you can kill?"
So far, Lu Ning has killed almost all targets of human size with obvious weaknesses, and she can feel that the targets are beings of the same level as herself.
But blood has exceeded this cognitive scope.
despair.
The sound of footsteps on the floor was particularly jarring in the workshop where the only sound was the burning fire.
As if feeling something in their hearts, the three of them stopped at the same time.
The hand resting on the throne moved slightly, and then the wrist suddenly turned over, and the slender fingers were already closed on the handle of the forging hammer.
With a rattling sound like the movement of a rusty machine, the body that was a little tilted due to deep sleep slowly sat upright, and the drooped head was raised.
It was a head like an inverted water drop. The overly large upper part opened with three eyes distributed like half a flower, and the cone-like chin had a crack that faintly revealed the light of fire. I'm afraid this is his mouth.
Immediately, the firelight began to flicker, and from this crack-like mouth, an echo came from the Nine Netherworld Palace:
"It seems like I slept for a long time...but I always wake up at the right time."
The three bloodshot eyeballs turned downwards, staring closely at Lu Ning and the other three who were standing in the distance.
