As they spoke, the two had already passed through the Hall of Fury and entered the next level. As the stone gate closed, Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but look at Luo Binghe a few more times to make sure he hadn't found the wrong person.
He'd cut too much!
Unexpectedly, Xin Mo was still out of its scabbard when it was suddenly sheathed again. At some point, Tianlang-Jun was standing behind him, one finger pressing the sword back into its sheath, not letting him pull it out. Luo Binghe reacted quickly, turning to meet the attack. Who knew that no matter how fast he was, he could only pull out three inches at most each time before being pressed back in. After a few rounds, Tianlang-Jun seemed to lose interest in teasing him. With a flip of his wrist, he ignored Xin Mo and pressed directly against the top of Luo Binghe's head.
Before he finished speaking, Zhuzhi-Lang suddenly took the initiative to collide with the tip of Shen Qingqiu's sword!
The strength of this blow was extraordinary, truly a stance of fighting to the death. There was absolutely no doubt that it was fake. Shen Qingqiu was shocked and subconsciously withdrew his sword. Withdrawing his sword, Zhuzhi-Lang seized the opportunity to escape, flashing back to Tianlang-Jun's side.
Black + Moon + Python + Rhinoceros. So the Black Moon Rhinoceros Python was a simple combination of these four elements. Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky's naming style was as practical as ever!
Tianlang-Jun spread his hands. "I'm afraid you won't give me the chance."
This laughter was especially effective against demons. After all, the main target was to guard against roaming tomb-raiding demons. No one would be so bored or bold as to come to the Demon Realm to raid tombs. Once it entered the ears, the heart and brain would beat wildly. A sharp pain would make the world spin, and the eyes would blur. Zhuzhi-Lang couldn't help but cover his ears. Tianlang-Jun also pulled out a hand to press his temple. Shen Qingqiu had long since been prepared. Taking advantage of this moment, he swept past. With a wave of his left hand, Xiu Ya returned to its sheath, and his right hand grabbed Luo Binghe and ran!
Shen Qingqiu stood at the edge of the mausoleum, not daring to move recklessly. The main demoness of the "Hall of Grief" perched on the ceiling. Looking up, sure enough, there was a woman's face with tightly furrowed brows and a melancholy expression. Sensing an intrusion, the face's eyes opened, its features wrinkled, and its expression became increasingly miserable. First, a pitter-patter of water fell from its eyes. Not long after, the entire ceiling was filled with a dense drizzle.
Shen Qingqiu suddenly raised his head and threw the Xiu Ya sword forward. Like a flash of white lightning, it hurriedly stabbed towards Tianlang-Jun. He tilted his head slightly, and the edge of the sword brushed past his cheek. With a clang, it nailed into the distant painting wall behind him.
Luo Binghe said sternly, "Then I'll use the two of you as a blood sacrifice and open it again!"
A huge woman's face covered the entire floor of the hall. They were stepping on the ears of the face.
Zhuzhi-Lang transformed back into his human form and cried out, "My lord, don't come in!"
The entire floor was covered with faces. If you don't allow me to step on faces, where else can I step on …
In the original work, Luo Binghe took the route of a technical stream. What was going on now? This method was too simple and crude!
Zhuzhi-Lang: "…"
Tianlang-Jun said, "I mean, Zhuzhi-Lang won't give me that chance."
Shen Qingqiu swore that he heard the sound of bones breaking inside Luo Binghe's body.
Tianlang-Jun caught it! Without retreating a single step, she lightly swiped her hand down, brushing past Luo Binghe's shoulder.
It seemed that every time they fell into silence, Luo Binghe would be the first to break it. He remembered that Luo Binghe had spent five years repairing this body's spiritual veins bit by bit.
Shen Qingqiu said half-truthfully, "My heart isn't weak at all, but if you treat my disciple like this, I'll also be hurt. You let go of my disciple, and I'll let go of your nephew, how about it? "
Suddenly, there was a loud rumble, and one side of the Fury Hall's wall collapsed.
Zhuzhi-Lang said, "It's not that Master Shen grabbed the wrong hand, it's that I switched the hand that grabbed you."
After exiting the Three Saints Hall, there was a dark and silent tomb passage. As soon as the two left the tomb hall, green flames lit up faintly, row after row, extending endlessly.
Shen Qingqiu was on the verge of collapse. How in the world could he get the wrong person at such a close distance? It was all because the mural painting woman's laughter in the Joy Hall was too strong, the green candles were dim, and the three of them were all wearing similar black clothes. Because they were relatives, they all liked the same color and style?!
Zhuzhi-Lang said in a low voice, "My lord, this subordinate was careless."
Tianlang-Jun was right, Xi Zhi Lang was indeed a bit stupid. Didn't he remember that he had cried in the wind because of realgar wine? Didn't he remember that he had been pointed at with a sword just now? In this kind of situation, he still did his best to protect him, which made Shen Qingqiu feel bad about tricking him.
The three halls of happiness, anger, and sorrow were one after another. After the first hall, the Joy Hall, was the "Fury Hall."
Shen Qingqiu: "…"
Luo Binghe shouted at Shen Qingqiu in a low voice, "Come with me!"
At first glance, that giant beast looked like a rhinoceros, with a curved crescent horn on its head. But when it opened its mouth and let out a long howl, it actually spat out a giant red python from its blood-red mouth. The rhinoceros's cry mixed with the python's hiss was especially shocking.
What kind of sin had he committed, that he had actually left that father and son pair in the middle of unilateral domestic violence in the Joy Hall. This sin was too big, a criminal case was going to happen inside! Shen Qingqiu shook off his hand and turned to break the stone door, but Zhuzhi-Lang pulled him back. "Master Shen, don't go back. In front of my lord, he has no chance of winning. "
Say! Good! Yes! Man! Lord! Die! Force! Gold! Body! No! Break! Set! Law! Ni!
Luo Binghe calmly jumped down from the Rhinoceros's head. That giant beast seemed to have exhausted all its strength and could no longer hold on, crashing to the ground. He stared fixedly at Shen Qingqiu, his eyes bursting with anger and looking like he was about to cry. Shen Qingqiu suddenly reacted. His action of dodging behind Zhuzhi-Lang just now was too much like he despised Luo Binghe!
Hahahahaha!
He dared to rush in because he thought the one he caught was Luo Binghe, so he definitely knew how to move. Who knew that snakes would be so slippery, swapping people in an instant!
Shen Qingqiu's palms were actually full of cold sweat, but his voice sounded extremely calm. "I'm giving you this chance."
To be honest, it had been a long time since he had experienced the feeling of spitting blood from a physical injury.
There was no time to explain right now. The one standing here was the male lead's father, who even the original author had stamped with his all-around strength to crush the male lead! Shen Qingqiu finally shouted, "Go back!"
Tianlang-Jun was slightly startled and immediately turned around. He saw that the Xiu Ya sword was nailed right into one of the smiling woman's eyes on the mural. The gemstone that had originally been embedded in the pupil shattered into several pieces, flickering as they fell down the stone wall.
Tianlang-Jun faintly said, "Zhuzhi-Lang is a bit stupid, his heart is very fragile. You treating him like this, he'll be very sad. "
Tianlang-Jun didn't even have time to reveal a questioning expression as he stepped on the woman's face six or seven times in a row.
The Hall of Joy had anti-theft measures. The entire wall was inlaid with gemstones, but as long as you pry off one piece, you'd be waiting to be laughed to death by the Witch of the Hall of Joy's sonic weapon!
He was just about to open his mouth to ask about the situation when Luo Binghe beat him to it and asked, "Is this body's spiritual vein working well?"
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Shen Qingqiu noticed that Luo Binghe's face was very red. Under the dark green candlelight, it was extremely abrupt. It definitely didn't look like it was because of shyness. Previously, every time Luo Binghe caught Shen Qingqiu, he would fiercely stare at him, but this time he didn't look. Seeing Shen Qingqiu's gaze, he instead avoided it, subconsciously using his unbroken left hand to wipe the bloodstains from his eyes.
Shen Qingqiu had expended a lot of effort to subdue him, yet he was still so difficult to deal with. This person was just as slippery even when he wasn't in his snake form!
Rushing into the next tomb, the first thing Shen Qingqiu did was to put down the sluice gate. The heavy boulder fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. He only found the mechanism to close the door, but not the one to open it. It was best if he couldn't open it. He had just thought this and finally felt relieved, but when he looked back, he knelt on the spot.
The ground was getting hotter and hotter. The woman's cheeks on the ground were originally crimson, but they were gradually heating up and turning bright red. Shen Qingqiu crouched down, testing the temperature, and immediately withdrew his hand. It was hot as if there was a fire roasting the ground, and the people standing on the ground were all teppanyaki meat. Perhaps they'd already unknowingly stepped on this face a few times. Shen Qingqiu took a few steps back, trying to get as close to the side as possible.
And this laughter was coming from the mouth of the woman in the mural!
"…" It's really hard to explain to this group of people!
But soon he couldn't laugh anymore. Luo Binghe stumbled and followed closely behind, also rushing in. One of his arms was loose and slack, as if it had been completely broken. Blood flowed uncontrollably from his head, and he couldn't open one eye.
This wasn't scientific. How did he know the way to go without triggering the mechanism with just one look?
Tianlang-Jun made a "see" expression and laughed. "I told you before, Zhuzhi-Lang is a bit stupid. If I were to be threatened for him, he would seek his own death. Peak Lord Shen, please don't underestimate him. "
A pillar of lava so thick that it would take four people to wrap their arms around it suddenly shot up into the sky, and Tianlang-Jun was instantly swallowed up by the raging flames.
Zhuzhi-Lang circled around the pillar of fire, too busy to care about anything else. Luo Binghe took in the entire scene in the hall, looked down again, and jumped off the pile of rubble. In the blink of an eye, he walked five or six steps, arriving in front of Shen Qingqiu.
Really? Black! Moon! Python! Rhino!
Suddenly, a bright, golden red liquid erupted from the ground like a fountain.
Amidst the smoke, Tianlang-Jun stretched his wrists as he walked down the rubble wall and stepped into the Hall of Fury. "I don't know if it's just my imagination, but Peak Lord Shen seems to be more familiar with the Holy Mausoleum than I am."
Zhuzhi-Lang stared blankly. "Master Shen, weren't you and him … … together a long time ago?"
Luo Binghe didn't answer. He raised his hand and tossed out the Xiu Ya sword. After seeing Shen Qingqiu catch it, he turned to face the other two people in the mausoleum. Two roiling masses of demonic energy appeared in his palms, and his figure flickered as he sent them over.
That woman was clearly just a face painted on the wall, but the corners of her curved lips curled up more and more, as if she was smiling more and more happily. Her grin stretched all the way to her ears, like the bloody mouth of a Slit-mouth Woman.
Zhuzhi-Lang said weakly, "Jun Shang, I … … I didn't … …"
Zhuzhi-Lang instantly transformed into his original form, a yellow-eyed green snake with glowing scales coiled on the ground. It stood up, raised its head, and hissed. It was as tall as four people. It rolled Shen Qingqiu into a ball and wrapped him firmly in its scaled armor. Dense white fangs pressed against Shen Qingqiu's head, and that pair of large golden eyes looked even more curious up close.
Not a trap for his father, but a trap for his son!
Shen Qingqiu couldn't bear it anymore. He punched the stone door. "I originally wanted to be together with Luo Binghe!"
Luo Binghe seemed to know what he was thinking. He said concisely, "Go to the acupuncture point on the face."
Tianlang-Jun only lightly patted Luo Binghe's shoulder once, and that arm broke again. He frowned. Zhuzhi-Lang immediately picked it up for him and presented it with both hands. Luo Binghe didn't bother to wipe away the blood. His eyes flashed with an ominous glint, and he grabbed the heart demon on his back. Tianlang-Jun said, "Sword, it's a good sword. It's a pity it's used in a mess. "
Suddenly, an incomparably shrill laugh burst out from the mausoleum.
Come to think of it, of course he would be angry when his face was stepped on. No wonder he was angry!
Luo Binghe's left hand smashed into Zhuzhi-Lang's lower abdomen, sending him flying without any suspense. His right hand smashed into Tianlang-Jun. Shen Qingqiu's heart was filled with anxiety.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't refute it. In the original work, this was a rare demon beast that could even open the Endless Abyss with its roar. In order to break through the Holy Mausoleum, Luo Binghe was actually able to catch two hundred of them at once.
Luo Binghe's eyes widened. A thick cloud of purplish black energy swirled above his head. Tianlang-Jun raised his hand and looked at Luo Binghe's snow-white face. He objectively evaluated, "Looks like his mother."
In the original work, when Luo Binghe had observed the Holy Mausoleum and passed this trial, he had used a specific position. Unfortunately, Shen Qingqiu couldn't clearly remember which steps he had taken. If he had accidentally taken a wrong step, the anti-theft measures of the Temple of Fury would have been activated. Flying on a sword wouldn't have worked either. As long as he passed through it vertically, it would count as stepping.
Luo Binghe nodded. "That's good. I preserved the other body for a few days, but in the end, it withered. If there's a problem with this body, it wouldn't be good. "
Tianlang-Jun said, "My aim isn't very good."
Shen Qingqiu wondered if he had been poisoned, or if he had been beaten until his brain was congested. But seeing that Luo Binghe's steps were steady, it didn't seem like that.
Zhuzhi-Lang blinked, one of his hands tightly held by him.
Zhuzhi-Lang said, "Too late. Two hundred Black Moon Rhinoceros Pythons can only open the Holy Mausoleum's barrier for a moment to let you in."
Tianlang-Jun closed his eyes for a while, then opened them again. "Your courage is commendable. It's just that you coming alone isn't a big deal, but you shouldn't have brought in two small fish."
Shen Qingqiu slowly withdrew his hand, the corner of his mouth curling. "Very accurate. Bull 's-eye. "
He was just about to say something to remind them that this was corpse rain and that they couldn't touch their bodies when Luo Binghe raised a hand and shielded him beneath it. Carrying the two of them, he directly rushed over. Shen Qingqiu wasn't paying attention, and just like that, he was dragged through the trial.
So miserable. So miserable. It was much more miserable than when he had just arrived, when Luo Binghe had been beaten by the original goods. What was going on with Luo Binghe's physique? Why did the elders love to use violence to educate him? It wasn't like he was from Bai Zhan Peak!
His entire chin, neck, and chest were stained red, blood still dripping to the ground. Luo Binghe wiped the corner of his mouth, still looking a little dazed.
Shen Qingqiu raised his hand to tell him to shut up. He turned around and walked a few steps, suddenly feeling the ground under his feet uneven. Zhuzhi-Lang followed, and he hurriedly made a hand gesture to stop him. "Don't move!"
Luo Binghe finally looked at him. "I came alone."
Luo Binghe didn't even look at Shen Qingqiu, withdrawing his hand. "Let's go."
The Three Great Halls of Happiness, Anger, and Sorrow took two hundred thousand words to complete. Now, wasn't it the length of one chapter?! The Hall of Sorrow had dragged on for at least ten chapters. Now? Was three lines enough?!
Tianlang-Jun raised his eyebrows. This action was eighty percent similar to Luo Binghe's. "Not hesitating to capture two hundred Black Moon Rhinoceros Pythons to break the Holy Mausoleum's barrier. Peak Lord Shen, this son of mine really treats you differently. "
Tianlang-Jun slowly turned his head. The Xiu Ya sword gleamed coldly, resting against Zhuzhi-Lang's neck.
Shen Qingqiu wanted to vomit blood. As a hostage, Zhuzhi-Lang really didn't have any value at all. Not only was he difficult to deal with, but he didn't feel any sense of accomplishment at all.
After the smoke and dust dispersed, Shen Qingqiu could clearly see that Luo Binghe had actually charged into the Holy Mausoleum alone. The Holy Mausoleum was the demon race's holy land, but it was also a forbidden area. No matter which one it was, the local demon race would be in awe and wouldn't dare to violate it. This was a matter of faith. No one dared to come with him, so of course he could only come alone.
Tianlang-Jun said, "Since my nephew has suffered a little grievance, I should get it back from Peak Lord Shen's disciple." As he said this, his five fingers slightly tightened. Luo Binghe gave a muffled groan, blood flowing from the corner of his eyes. But his eyes still turned to Shen Qingqiu with difficulty. Clenching the blood between his teeth, he said, "… go … go anywhere is fine … don't stay here!"
Shen Qingqiu didn't expect that his first sentence would be this. He was startled for a moment, then replied, "Normal."
The Dew Flower Zoysia's body, the moment the soul left, it would instantly wither and dissipate. Yet Luo Binghe was still able to hold on for a few days. Who knew how much spiritual energy he had wasted for this pointless act, and how he still dared to come to the Holy Mausoleum alone? Shen Qingqiu's chest felt a little stifled. His thoughts were scattered and restless, so he randomly tried to find a topic to talk about. Tianlang-Jun seemed to have mentioned earlier that Luo Binghe had "brought along two small fries". Shen Qingqiu asked, "Who else did you bring?"
The Holy Mausoleum's anti-theft measures were simply pervasive and deranged. The Final Breath Candle Array was piled up everywhere as if it didn't cost anything. The blind corpses that had been wandering aimlessly in the mausoleum came over, drooling. Luo Binghe raised a hand, his expression cold and impatient. They unwillingly hissed in a low voice, their throats full of low grunts. Then they lowered their heads and retreated into the darkness.
As if to verify this point, Luo Binghe blinked his eyes, and without warning, a mouthful of blood gushed out.
A cold voice came from the side. "His eyes are like yours."
They were going to fight just like that?
Different from the female face in the Hall of Joy, this face was not at all flirtatious. Instead, it was fierce and fiendish, its eyes almost popping out of their sockets, thin eyes and a wide nose. It was extremely ugly, like a female yaksha.
Shen Qingqiu cautiously said, "Don't step on my face."
Shen Qingqiu smiled. "Such a good subordinate, such a considerate nephew, it's not worth it to lose them. Shouldn't Tianlang-Jun reconsider? "
Zhuzhi-Lang immediately dutifully stood in front of Tianlang-Jun, and also in front of Shen Qingqiu. As soon as Shen Qingqiu saw Luo Binghe, he subconsciously leaned behind Zhuzhi-Lang. It wasn't that he couldn't avoid Luo Binghe, but that he had a guilty conscience and didn't have the face to see anyone. He didn't dare to imagine what Luo Binghe'd feel the second time he saw him take his last breath in front of him. He could only subconsciously cover his ears and steal a bell, pretending that out of sight, out of mind.
Shen Qingqiu laughed wildly in his heart. Who told you not to listen to people finish! Who told you to beat your own son! Go ahead and pretend, pretend all you want, pretend you'll be struck by lightning!
Zhuzhi-Lang: "…"
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