"Don't panic." In the panic, an elder from the Changke Sect comforted the disciples beside him, "Stay close together, Yumen and Dimen stand on the outside." Whispering, the disciples of the Changke Sect quickly hugged each other.
"Friend," the elder said, "can you show up?"
Hey, "Uh", a disciple next to the elder covered his chest and fell down, "Over there!" Someone saw a black robe five steps away. Pounce, the disciples of the Changke Sect all unleashed a wave of energy. They didn't know whether they hit him or not, but they could only hear the sound of broken bones.
When the aura calmed down, he saw a black robe fluttering there. "Is everything okay?" the elder asked suspiciously, and directed the disciple in front of him: "Long Gong, Chang Zhi, go and have a look!" The two disciples had excellent footwork and flew over in just a few breaths. Unexpectedly, they were accompanied by a rustling sound. , the black robe disappeared inexplicably.
"What's going on?" A group of people came from one side, led by Mu Ziyun, who came to them and asked, "What happened?"
The elder turned around and said, "There is a little thief hiding here, sneaking around. Why don't you all work together to kill him." "Oh, let's look for him together."
There were many lights in the crowd. Mu Ziyun followed Elder Changke Zong. During the search, Hu Zi secretly picked up a skull and threw it into the darkness. The collision sound attracted people to move closer. Mu Ziyun He took the opportunity to fall to the side, and disappeared without a trace.
After a moment, an unlucky guy with a long Ke Zong fell to the ground. Mu Ziyun held the Hunting Bow and rolled it again. In the blink of an eye, he was beside the elder and asked him "shamelessly": "What was the sound just now?" "Damn it!" The elder became angry and yelled at the surrounding people: "I am Gao Wei, the elder of Chang Ke Zong's Dimen. If you have the guts, come out and fight!"
"Ouch," Mu Ziyun covered his ears, took three or four steps back, and said, "Elder Gao, it seems that this little thief is going to kill you as a disciple of the Changke Sect. This has nothing to do with our Chashan. Let's go inside first." Okay, keep going."
Then, Mu Ziyun led the Qingfeng Mountain disciples onto the Skeleton Avenue just now. During this period, he took advantage of the darkness and went back to kill two more disciples. After returning, he touched the Hunting Bow on his waist and said happily in his heart: "This is The crossbow is really suitable for me. I have to think about how to avoid being discovered by Bailian Weapon Dao, or exchange it with them for some good things."
Seeing that the fallen ones were all Changke Sect disciples, the others simply didn't care and hurried onto the road, hoping to finish their work and leave as soon as possible. No one wanted to stay here any longer.
Liu Xiaoxiao Xiaoxiao leaned closer and asked Xiang Muziyun: "Was it you just now?" "No, I didn't move?" "Nonsense, I've been staring at you." "..."Liu Xiaoxiao simply didn't I didn't ask to the end, but when I saw Mu Ziyun's embarrassed look, I knew about it.
There was one person who was very unhappy. It was Chongyang. Like Liu Xiaoxiao, all he saw from the beginning to the end was Mu Ziyun. He couldn't guess what kind of movement Mu Ziyun had learned to be able to move so fast, as if out of thin air. It's like disappearing.
"Hey." In the darkness, someone walked up to Mu Ziyun and said, "Which road are you on Chashan? I'm on East Street." Mu Ziyun knew that he had met a disciple of Zhenshashan, so he laughed and said, "When I came out, uh , there is an order not to say anything." "Really? Why didn't I know."
"Well, it's not all the way, it's probably different." "Then you can always tell whether you are a red card or a black card."
Mu Ziyun was panicking. He had never heard of red and black cards, so he said casually: "Um, red card." "Red card?" There was something wrong with the man's voice. He looked behind Mu Ziyun and said, "Red card? Then you got it." There are too many black cards, and I am also a red card. I didn’t remember that there were people like you when I came out.”
Huzi coughed dryly, Liu Xiaoxiao's sword had been unsheathed, Mu Ziyun chuckled and said, "I don't remember seeing you either."
"He is from my street." A voice came from the right side. The sweet voice made Mu Ziyun immediately turn his head. He saw a dark red lantern shining on Zhang's blushing face. Even though she was wearing a robe, she was wearing a red dress. robe.
"Hey, it's you!" Mu Ziyun felt excited. The little matchmaker came to his side and said to the Chashan man: "Act as planned." The man was startled for a moment, then immediately lowered his head and said yes, and ran away into the darkness with the man.
"Plan? Plan to kill me?" Mu Ziyun grinned, then regardless of the matchmaker's response, he leaned into her ear and said, "Are you ready this time, baby? Underwear or pink pants." "Hehe" The little matchmaker raised the red lantern to her mouth and warmed half of her face, "Then you have to come and see for yourself."
Having said that, the little matchmaker took Mu Ziyun's hand. It wasn't really holding her hand. She just hooked it with her little finger and pulled Mu Ziyun towards the dark place ahead. Feng Jing called a few times but didn't stop. She stamped her feet angrily and led others to follow.
Everyone walked to a depression, which was filled with the same thick soup as before. There was a road made of skulls. In front of the depression was a skull gate, exuding green energy, and two sticks made of hand bones stretched out from the middle. The long rope has two complete hand bones at the end.
The little matchmaker said sweetly: "Junior brother, that's it. It's so difficult to open this door. Please think of a way to open it for me." She said and rubbed Mu Ziyun with her shoulder.
"Okay, show me the baby first." The little matchmaker arched her eyebrows, covered her mouth and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll show you when I open the door. The color is different from last time."
"Hmph!" Feng Jing grabbed Mu Ziyun dissatisfied, glared at him fiercely, and looked at the little matchmaker with contempt. She said strangely in her heart, Mu Ziyun really doesn't make people worry, and it's not easy to provoke anyone. The thief of the mountain.
Not to be outdone, the little matchmaker raised her head and glanced back at Feng Jing.
"Sister," Mu Ziyun whispered to Feng Jing, "There should be something in this door. Even if you open it for yourself, stand beside Huzi and be careful of people coming down Shashan." "Oh, you still have the nerve to say, Look how obsessed you are!" "This is a trick on my part. Be really careful. What plan do they have? I think it's aimed at me."
Mu Ziyun stood on the skeleton path on the thick soup, took out a rope from Huzi's baggage, wrapped it around the hand bones, then grabbed the rope and pulled it back, using Yan Xiu's strength, which was six to seven hundred kilograms. But the door didn't move at all. "Bang" the little matchmaker waved her hand and said: "Such a simple method, why don't we try it? It will be useless."
In the darkness, Zhong Yang quietly took three or four steps back, and looking for the right moment, he pulled out a hidden weapon at Mu Ziyun's ankle. It was actually a bone, but it carried extremely strong force. He planned to smash Mu Ziyun into the thick soup, although he didn't know it. It may or may not cause death, but it will always be useful.
The moment the stone flew in, boom! Huzi's swollen right fist filled with martial energy hit the ground hard, causing a small earthquake. "Huzi, what are you doing!" Li Mu shouted. "It's okay, there was a mouse running around just now." Huzi turned around and glared at Chongyang.
"Huh?" Mu Ziyun ignored what happened next and discovered that some of the soup that had just been shaken by the earthquake was left on the bone chain. Only then did he realize that those hand bones were not randomly entangled, but formed a rotating groove. .
Mu Ziyun had an idea. He pulled the rope in his hand and immersed the two hand bones in the thick soup. Sure enough, the thick soup flowed upstream along the grooves on the hand bones, and then flowed into the gap in the door. Under the influence, the door The teeth of more than thirty pairs of skulls opened and closed, making a clicking sound, and the scene was indescribably breathtaking.
The door opened after a while. At this moment, people from various sects hiding in the dark quickly rushed in. They were so hidden that even Mu Ziyun didn't notice it at all. After counting, there were over a hundred people, and there were more than a hundred people on the side. The little matchmaker disappeared without a trace, so she rushed in after thinking about it.
"Bang!" Mu Ziyun said angrily: "Hurry up, don't let them rob you all." After that, he flew in.
Feng Jing, Hu Zi, Liu Xiaoxiao, Zhong Yang and others did not waste a moment, and no one of them stayed quietly. It was Li Mu. He retreated to the darkness, took off the red thread for identification embroidered by Feng Jing on the black robe, threw it on the ground, then took out a bag of powdery stuff from the package and swallowed it whole.
Then he slowly walked into the gate along the skeleton road on the soup. At the gate, he turned his head and looked to the right. In the narrow corner, there was an inconspicuous bone tablet embedded with the words Inscription: The gate of the underworld is either open or closed.
