Mrs. Qi! The ghost-faced Taoist priest recognized that face at a glance. He was so surprised that he lost all control of his feet. He stumbled and fell directly to the ground.
The grim-faced Taoist priest who fell down only felt a cold wind blowing over his head. When he looked up, he realized that the corpse king had pounced on his head. He quickly got up and shouted loudly: "Siniang! Hurry and send the fire doves into the tomb passage. .”
He Siniang was shocked by his sudden fall just a moment ago. When she heard this, she didn't bother to ask the reason. She lowered her head and picked up a fire dove, pointed it in the direction of the tomb passage and lit the fuse. ..
The fire dove shot out across the sky, like a fire snake dividing the darkness in half.
The grim-faced Taoist priest was not idle at this moment. He turned over and jumped onto the bronze coffin. While avoiding the corpse king who came back, he raised his wrist and fired three quick crossbows at the position of the old lady Qi.
However, the cunning old lady Qi was on guard. As soon as the crossbow string sounded, the people on the other side had already fled back to the tomb passage, leaving only the crisp sound of three crossbow nails hitting the wall, echoing deep in the tomb chamber.
"Mrs. Qi!"
"Old witch?!"
He Siniang and Zhao Ermu both saw the person coming clearly, and were stunned on the spot for a moment. The Taoist priest with a grimace glanced at the two of them, then looked at the corpse king who was about to rise, and said urgently: "Don't be stunned! Deal with the corpse king. important!"
"Here we come!" Zhao Ermu came to his senses first, just in time to see the Corpse King rising into the air. He quickly grabbed a fire oil can, predicted where the Corpse King would land, and threw it at him.
The shape and size of the fire oil can is very similar to that of an ordinary pomegranate statue. It is held in a half-grip position and is very easy to throw. Zhao Ermu felt it as soon as he took the shot. Sure enough, the next moment the fire oil jar hit the corpse king's chest, and the broken fire oil immediately stained the corpse king's entire chest.
"Beautiful!" The grim-faced Taoist priest did not forget to applaud as he ran away. This accuracy was much better than that of himself and Lao Qi. He hurriedly continued: "Smash it all to it! Don't leave any behind."
"You're too close to it!"
"Bullshit! I want to stay away from it!"
"Oh, please quickly find a way to distance yourself from it."
The Taoist priest with a grimace didn't want to argue anymore. He relied on Feiyun Taxue's Qinggong martial arts to persist until now. Although he didn't let the Corpse King touch him, his physical strength had already bottomed out. Now let alone distance himself from the Corpse King, he just wanted to It may be difficult to maintain the status quo.
He kept thinking in his mind, but he didn't dare to delay his steps at all. At this moment, he jumped down from the bronze coffin, thinking that he could go around a little longer, but he saw He Siniang waving her arms and a ball of fire not far away. Go straight in your own direction.
The grim-faced Taoist priest dodged the fire in mid-air. The moment he landed, he felt a sudden wave of heat behind him. He immediately understood He Siniang's intention - Siniang wanted to ignite the Corpse King first. After seeing its reaction, , and then choose to respond according to the situation.
The corpse king's upper body was quickly wrapped in flames, and its hair was even on fire. However, its movements did not stop at all, and it still flew towards the ghost-faced Taoist priest quickly.
The Taoist priest with a grimace cursed, but he had no choice but to endure his exhaustion, and continued to run. He couldn't help complaining in his heart: I just broke a broken sword, how dare you bite me to death and not let him go? ? Grandma, wait for the oil to burn for a while, I don’t believe you can still hold on!
The Grimace Taoist is now placing all his hope on this fire. No matter how hard the corpse king's skin is, it is still a body of flesh and blood. It may not be afraid of swords, but it can't be afraid of fire, right?
At this time, Zhao Ermu saw the opportunity and threw out the can of kerosene. The fire behind him dimmed, and then surged up again. He must have hit him again this time.
Seeing this, the grim-faced Taoist priest ran even more vigorously, taking three steps and two steps at a time, quickly circled back, and then jumped onto the bronze coffin with all his strength. At the same time, Zhao Ermu shouted loudly, and the last can of fire oil came out of his hand. The round can of fire oil rolled, and under everyone's attention, it hit the corpse king firmly again.
After throwing away the kerosene, Zhao Ermu wanted to ask He Siniang for more. He Siniang shook his head and said there was no more. Three cans of kerosene are what they always have on hand. In the past, every time they encountered flying beasts, one or two cans of kerosene could be used to defeat them. Therefore, in order to save space in their backpacks, they only brought these with them on this trip. Three cans of kerosene. Next, let’s see if these kerosene can burn the Corpse King to death.
The flames burned more and more intensely on the corpse king, and in the blink of an eye it was completely covered. The corpse king also suddenly stopped in front of the bronze coffin, leaving only the crackling sound of burning in the tomb.
The ghost-faced Taoist priest gasped for air, turned his head to look at the corpse king who was shaped like a fireball, and sighed: "This ghost thing should be finished, right?!"
He Siniang came over and found the Corpse King standing motionless in front of the coffin, so she said: "There is no movement at all. It seems that the fire attack worked."
"But this guy is too honest to die, isn't he?" Zhao Ermu couldn't help but stepped forward: "Even if he burns a wild cat and a rabbit to death, he will still flutter for a while."
"That's right, the poor Taoist is just weird." The grim-faced Taoist got up, stepped on the sarcophagus, and put his hands on the edge of the coffin, preparing to take a closer look, but as soon as he leaned out, a withered claw flew out of the flames. He came out, and without waiting for the grimace Taoist priest to react, he grabbed his neck.
The grimace Taoist priest didn't even make a sound. He was immediately enveloped by a feeling of suffocation. His arms and legs suddenly lost all strength. His eyes rolled up and he was about to be choked to death.
At the critical moment, Zhao Ermu reacted first and hit the Corpse King with his mace on his forearm. He Siniang immediately recovered, jumped into the bronze coffin, grabbed the grimace Taoist priest's shoulders and pulled him back.
The two of them pulled and pushed, and it took a lot of effort to pull out the claws of the Taoist with a grimace. He Siniang in the coffin also rolled into the sarcophagus together with the Taoist with a grimace due to inertia.
The grim-faced Taoist priest hit the coffin wall and stopped. He curled up at the bottom of the coffin and began to cough. The sound sounded extremely miserable, as if his internal organs were being coughed out.
The Corpse King was also driven by inertia and crashed into the bronze coffin. Zhao Ermu hurriedly retreated, and then he saw a surprising scene - the flames wrapped around the Corpse King actually began to fall, and they were like balls. It was molting, and the corpse king's skin was gradually revealed in the process. Not long after, a black male corpse walked out of the flames on the ground.
This... Zhao Ermu glanced at the remaining fire on the ground while retreating, and found that it was filled with pieces of black armor. It turned out that what had just fallen off was just the black armor worn by the Corpse King. This kind of mysterious armor is generally made of beef tendon connecting armor pieces, and a few also use gold wire. However, whether it is beef tendon or gold wire, it is not very fire-resistant, so after a burst of oil fire, it was burned one after another. It breaks or melts away, and then pieces of the nail begin to decompose and fall off.
Zhao Ermu figured out what happened, but another question that followed made him break into a cold sweat. He couldn't help but said in shock: In other words, this mysterious armor was burned, but the Corpse King was okay? !
