The black snake came with ferocious force. Its huge head swung at Luo Laoqi, and was directly knocked out by Luo Laoqi like a tributary arrow. Luo Laoqi didn't even scream in pain. He had already smashed into the depths of the stone hall, and then it seemed like After hitting the wall of the palace, he groaned and started coughing.
The Taoist Priest with a grimace heard Luo Laoqi's weak voice and felt that he must have been hit hard. He might have coughed up blood, but any movement proved that he was still alive. He said to He Siniang in the middle: "Go and see Look at the condition of Lao Qi!" He turned over and jumped onto the bronze coffin. In addition to the Long Ming Dao, he also picked up a jar of kerosene.
This jar of fire oil is not the animal anointing oil used by the Ghostface Taoist priests at Jingning Mausoleum, but the stone paint that was updated by Meng Qingyao. Stone paint is also called "fierce fire oil" and is a black water-like substance. Oil has a much lower ignition point than animal and plant anointing oils and is more flammable. It was first offered as a tribute to the Chinese Dynasty by barbarians in the southwest. Later, the Han Dynasty also discovered this kind of fire oil, which was recorded by the historian Ban Gu in " In the "Book of Han Geography", it is said that "there is water in Gaonu County that can burn". This "water" refers to fierce fire oil. In the "Book of the Later Han Dynasty" written by Fan Ye of the Southern Dynasty, it was recorded that the ancients The collection and utilization of menghuo oil: "There are mountains in the south of the county, and the rocks are as big as springs. They burn very brightly and are inedible. People in the county call them stone paint." From then on, menghuo oil was officially called "stone paint" .
Stone paint has the property of being indestructible when exposed to water. Since its discovery, it has gradually replaced the role of anointing oil in some fields, such as military warfare. However, the output of stone paint is very low and it is difficult for ordinary people to obtain it. However, it happens to be near Tianshui City. There is such an oil production plant of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Meng Qingyao relied on his connections to buy a few jars privately and stored them at home. They were originally used as fuel for his steelmaking. When the three grim-faced Taoist priests went into the mountain to fight, Meng Qingyao Qingyao packed a few jars in fist-sized earthenware jars for him to carry with him in case of emergencies. It was just in use at this time. The Taoist Priest with a grimace picked up the earthenware jar and smashed it on Yin Hai's head. The earthen jar shattered with the sound, and the filled fire oil instantly covered half of Yin Hao's head.
The Taoist priest with a grimace cursed fiercely: "Burn you to death, you bitch!" But suddenly he remembered that his torch had been thrown out long ago. The fire source closest to him in the temple was the torch dropped by Luo Laoqi when he was knocked away. Yi Zheng was lying under Yin Hui's head, and Yin Hui also turned towards him at this time, his lantern-like eyes opened and closed, and his upper body slowly bent into a full bow.
"Is she her?" Half of the grimace Taoist priest's crooked face straightened up in panic. At the same time, the evil spirit attacked close to the body of the coffin. The grimace Taoist priest quickly jumped away from the bronze coffin with his ears. Behind him, he could hear the sharp sound of the scale armor of the Yin Jiao rubbing against the body of the coffin, as if ten ghost claws were scratching his heart. He turned around and found that the huge impact of the Yin Jiao was dragging the bronze coffin and the golden coffin inside. Half a step away, if this ghost thing confronts it head-on, it may end up with no bones left.
The grim-faced Taoist priest hurriedly got up and ran over to the torch he had thrown away. When he picked up the torch and turned around, he suddenly saw the fire in the temple rising sharply, and half of the evil spirit's head was on fire. The foot-high flames The entire space of the stone palace was illuminated brightly. Through the light, the Taoist priest with a grimace could see He Siniang holding the Eagle Lock in one hand at the wall of the palace. The torch wrapped with steel claws on the other end fell next to Yin Hui. He He secretly said something beautiful, He Siniang never loses control at critical moments, but looking at Yin Hao, although his head is still burning, it seems that it has not hurt his flesh and blood at all. He shook his head a few times but did not put out the fire. Letting the fire oil burn, he opened his mouth and prepared to kill He Siniang who set the fire first.
The Taoist priest with a grimace saw that this little amount of kerosene was far from enough to burn Yin Hui to death. He called He Siniang to escape and ran to another pile of kerosene jars. At this time, there was a half-dead man lying next to He Siniang. Luo Lao Qi wanted to escape but was concerned about Luo Lao Qi's safety. After being hit by the Yin Mo, Luo Lao Qi felt as if he was being hit by a heavy cauldron. Under the huge impact, there was a hint of sweetness in his mouth. The blood had passed through my throat. I didn't want to hit the ground but hit another object behind me. That object was not the palace wall, but a small "stone pile" at the root of the wall. It was strange to say that the stone pile stood abruptly on the ground. In front of the palace wall, it can be half a person tall. It looks dark and I can't guess what kind of stone it is. But it feels very similar to the stone cone that the three of them found at the top of the tunnel when they entered the underground palace. However, Luo Laoqi didn't have time to put this stone away. The message told the other two that he coughed a few times and then fainted. When He Siniang rushed over, she was eager to check Luo Laoqi's injury. In her eagerness, she just glanced at the pile of rocks without thinking much. None of them noticed this. Behind the pile of stones, something suddenly moved in the darkness, and He Siniang's attention was all on Yin Hui. After analyzing the situation in the lower hall, she planned to take a risk and use herself to divert Yin Hui's attention. Force away.
The Yin Fei came very quickly. In order to gain time, He Siniang was retracted by the Flying Eagle Lock as if she was flying. She kicked off the torch and flipped in the air to throw the steel claw away. The steel claw thrown out was not directed at Yin Hao, but flew from Yin Hao's head to the center of the roof, where there was still the last iron ring that had not fallen off. He Siniang was worthy of being the oiran of Baiximen back then. , at the critical moment, the accuracy of her hand did not decrease at all, and she accurately hung the steel claw on the iron ring. After doing this, the bloody mouth of Yin Hao was less than three steps away from her.
He Siniang frowned, gritted her teeth and advanced instead of retreating. She tightened the flying eagle lock and pushed forward towards Yin Hui's bloody mouth. The Taoist priests with grimaces not far away were dumbfounded. He Siniang was not going towards Yin Hui. Are you going to die with a snake's mouth? Who knew that He Siniang had spotted this gap, and before the Yin Hui's bloody mouth could close, she kicked her chin and flew up. Dressed in red, she almost rubbed against the Yin Hui's fangs and rolled over to the top of her head. A little further on tiptoe, the person has already fallen behind Yin Hui.
The grimace Taoist priest was once again shocked by He Siniang's smooth movements. The secret Taoist was more embarrassing than others. Although his Qinggong martial arts were slightly better than He Siniang's, they seemed to be used to oil the soles of his feet. When can I Is he as dashing as He Siniang? And He Siniang was forced by the situation to take such a dangerous risk. Her original intention was to draw Yin Hui's attention away, and this move did work. Yin Hui bit the air with one mouthful, and stopped moving forward, grimacing. The Taoist priest hurriedly held the kerosene and joined He Siniang, preparing to wait for the Yinbi to turn its head and smash all the jars of kerosene on its head.
