Inside the Holy Mausoleum, there were places and props that could be used everywhere. There was no need for him to do anything, there were naturally things that could restrain the enemy. Shen Qingqiu remembered that in the original work, once something that was hotter than the air in the mausoleum entered, it would freeze on the spot and become an ice sculpture. After freezing for two or three days, it would shatter into ice shards. So before he entered, he mobilized his spiritual veins to lower his body temperature to the lowest possible level. That was why his face looked so pale.
Shen Qingqiu knew something was wrong and said in a low voice, "Don't move."
Shen Qingqiu said, "I'm going out."
Shen Qingqiu had only taken a few steps when an empty voice sounded in his ear, seemingly coming from all directions. Tianlang-Jun said with a smile, "Peak Lord Shen is really good at playing hide-and-seek. Why don't you guess when we will meet again? "
Qiu Haitang said in a trembling voice, "Shen Jiu … you … what did you do?"
Qiu Haitang was slowly awakened by the shout. When she opened her eyes, she saw an old face covered in dried orange peel, covered with bloody holes. Her soul flew away on the spot and she screamed hysterically, drawing her sword and slashing at the air. Shen Qingqiu was afraid that she would use her spiritual power and attract the seed of love to her body, so he shouted, "Calm down!"
His mind seemed to go blank for dozens of seconds. It was as if a whole piece of flesh had been torn off.
Did she really think he was so weak that he couldn't slap her face back just because she was dragging another person?!
Shen Qingqiu was confused by the shout and Qiu Haitang fled. He shouted from behind, "Come back! Running around in the Holy Mausoleum is a dead end! "
She was about to draw her sword when Shen Qingqiu said, "Miss Qiu, I advise you not to draw your sword and use your spiritual power unless you want to be like him."
Qiu Haitang was surprised. "What's wrong with you?"
He was still laughing, and as he laughed, the granulation on his head grew denser and denser, growing faster and faster, covering his entire head in an instant. After a while, he could not laugh anymore. Shen Qingqiu seemed to hear the sound of his skull being squeezed.
However, fortunately … Luo Binghe was safe and sound at last.
The Old Palace Master gasped a few times, his head falling heavily to the ground, unable to lift it again.
Shen Qingqiu touched his leg and felt a foreign object in his hand, his forehead dripping with cold sweat. The thread of love had already flowed along his blood vessels to his legs.
Tianlang-Jun knew where he was, so he would definitely be rushing over. If he continued to bring Luo Binghe east, he would definitely bump into his two good relatives. Shen Qingqiu walked out of this ancient forest-like mausoleum and passed by several chambers. He quickly went in and picked up a relatively clean and comfortable sarcophagus. Shielding Luo Binghe's head, he carefully placed him inside. She touched his forehead with the back of her hand, it was still so hot that it burned her hand, but the sin imprint between his eyebrows became brighter and brighter.
Just now, the Old Palace Master had been attacking with his roar, and the spiritual flow had gathered in his head and throat. Now, his face was covered with granulation. His mouth and throat must have been stuffed full of foreign objects. These short fleshy stems had thin hairs and blood vessels on the surface. The roots were still growing under the skin until they were closely connected to the nerves.
After hearing these two sentences, Shen Qingqiu suddenly felt that he might have forgotten or missed out on something very important.
This scene was disgusting and horrifying. Qiu Haitang covered her mouth and trembled for a while. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
Or rather, it was as if she had seen something she couldn't accept and was scared crazy.
Tianlang-Jun smiled. "Peak Lord Shen is still here. How could he go out?"
This guy actually knew his position. Shen Qingqiu was secretly alarmed. He looked down at his legs. Once the threads of love took root in his legs, he wouldn't be able to leave even if he wanted to. He gritted his teeth and glanced at Luo Binghe. Steeling his heart, he tore off the hem, grabbed a blood bud, and tore it!
He saw that on the old Palace Master's face, between the dense wrinkles, were green granulation. He seemed to be in unbearable pain. Not only could he not move, he couldn't even speak.
Shen Qingqiu said, "I didn't do anything. But don't forget, this is someone else's tomb. Do you think the demons don't have protective measures? "
This kind of plant would plant itself on a living creature and was especially attracted to people who emitted energy. Messing around with spiritual energy or demonic energy would attract the seeds to the body. This was also the reason why Shen Qingqiu had tried his best to fight without using spiritual energy.
When he first came in to block the two swords, he was forced to use spiritual energy. Now it had finally sprouted.
Shen Qingqiu looked back at him. He had clearly been swallowed by the pillar of magma in the Hall of Wrath, but now Tianlang-Jun's body didn't even smell the scent of roasted lingzhi. At most, his black clothes were a little burnt.
Qiu Haitang turned in front of the Old Palace Master and screamed, "Ah!"
Shen Qingqiu clicked his tongue. "Old Palace Master, please don't yell again. Otherwise, if the threads of love grow and grow into your brain, you really won't be able to reverse the situation."
Although blood flowed like a river, at least he could walk. He had just thought that Luo Binghe looked miserable. Who would have thought that his current appearance was truly miserable.
The Old Palace Master murmured, "Don't go … don't go … don't go …"
Shen Qingqiu breathed a sigh of relief and stood up with Luo Binghe in his arms. The Old Palace Master's muscles tightened. He said vaguely, "Don't be happy too early. You're not much better."
But he couldn't move.
Shen Qingqiu was stunned. Qiu Haitang was only unconscious for a short moment. When she woke up, it was as if she was a different person?
The Old Palace Master saw her run away and Shen Qingqiu walk away. His last glimmer of hope disappeared without a trace. He lay on the ground and suddenly buried his head in a mouthful of grass.
One couldn't move, the other lost consciousness. Complete victory!
Because he found that he couldn't take another step.
Shen Qingqiu also smiled at him. Smiling like this, Tianlang-Jun suddenly couldn't smile anymore.
A Sect Master of a generation actually died so miserably and horribly. It really made people sigh.
Tianlang-Jun said again, "Go all the way east. Do you want to return to the entrance to break the boundary and escape from the Holy Mausoleum?"
Unexpectedly, Qiu Haitang didn't attack indiscriminately like before. Instead, she stared blankly at Shen Qingqiu and then at Luo Binghe in his arms. Not only did she not move forward, but she also took a few steps back.
Only now did Tianlang-Jun notice that this mausoleum was very cold. He calmed down and said, "Mobei clan."
He couldn't even wipe his face now. There was no other way. It really … hurt too damn much!
Tianlang-Jun said, "It seems that it really wasn't an illusion. Peak Lord Shen can be said to know my clan's forbidden area like the back of his hand. "
Hahahahaha!
Shen Qingqiu gasped several times in a row, gradually coming to his senses. Only then did he realize that the sound of his breathing sounded like he was choking with sobs.
Shen Qingqiu held his breath for a moment. The Old Palace Master's throat gurgled, and in the whites of his eyes, veins of blood crept up.
But he didn't cry out. His two eyeballs bulged out, and his whole body suddenly became a stone statue.
It's finally here!
She cried and screamed, "I don't know. I didn't know it was like this. I didn't do anything. Why did I have to suffer for so many years?! "
Seeing that Shen Qingqiu was half dragging and half carrying Luo Binghe away, the Old Palace Master let out an "ah ah" cry. Because she was in such a hurry, she fell from the small carriage. Her limbless body struggled in the grass and grass on the ground, crawling forward, looking both terrifying and pitiful.
Her lips trembled. "Impossible … impossible … it's fake! It's all fake! It's not my brother. My brother is not wrong, it can't be big brother! You're lying to me! "
Qiu Haitang looked at Shen Qingqiu, and only then did her soul return to her body. Her hands trembled, and her eyes stared blankly. In all fairness, Shen Qingqiu didn't have any hatred for Qiu Haitang. After all, she was the victim of the original goods. But if she insisted on blocking the way, he had no choice but to act.
This mausoleum had been personally built by Mobei-Jun's grandfather. Their bloodline was good at manipulating ice, and their ice magic was unparalleled among the demons. The mausoleum behind them was also closely related to ice magic.
From his right arm to his shoulder, a hysterical pain crept into his flesh.
The white fluff floating in the air, like a blown dandelion, was actually a type of demon plant, the "Love Thread".
The "Love Thread" entered the flesh, but it didn't hurt or itch. It used the flesh as its soil. Once it sprouted and broke out of the skin, every inch it grew was like tearing flesh and gouging blood. And the more it moved, the faster it grew. If he dared to attack, it would grow wildly for a while and germinate in an instant.
What was going on?
He was actually risking his life to attack!
Shen Qingqiu pressed the Xin Mo sword under Luo Binghe's hand, composed himself, and then slowly closed the coffin lid.
Shen Qingqiu's feet slipped away faster and faster. Unexpectedly, the Old Palace Master's eyes suddenly opened wide and a roar came from his throat.
But he had already run far away, and there was no time to chase. Shen Qingqiu didn't know what to feel, but he lit a candle for her in his heart and continued forward.
Zhuzhi-Lang said in a low voice, "This subordinate understands."
The Old Palace Master cried out, "Hurry! Hurry! Didn't you always ask me for help? Now he can't hold on any longer, hurry! "
Just saying a few words caused his face to contort in pain, and the flesh on his face to tremble. Shen Qingqiu responded with a "hmph".
He looked down. From his feet to his waist, he didn't know when, but a layer of extremely solid crystal ice had covered him, and it was still spreading up his body. Zhuzhi-Lang's situation was slightly better than his. Both his legs and one of his arms were also frozen solid.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't figure out whether he didn't want them to leave, or whether he didn't want Luo Binghe to live. He used the already cracked scabbard to block once, and his right hand was shaken, affecting the blood sprouts that had emerged. The pain was heart-wrenching, but he still hadn't thrown Luo Binghe away. Under the severe pain, his blood rushed to his head. He suddenly looked at the Old Palace Master, his eyes overflowing with killing intent.
Shen Qingqiu didn't say a word. He waved at them and turned to leave. Tianlang-Jun glanced at Zhuzhi-Lang and said slowly, "I said, if you really insist on taking Peak Lord Shen to the demon world, you have to guarantee that he won't cause trouble. You know what to do. "
Tianlang-Jun walked unhurriedly in front, and Zhuzhi-Lang followed closely behind. The stone path turned, and Shen Qingqiu stood in the middle of a mausoleum, Xiu Ya sword in hand. He stared coldly at them, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
The Old Palace Master had just roared once, and quite a few flesh sprouts had broken out of his skin, some even growing out from the corners of his eyes. He seemed to feel no pain, and laughed wildly. He rolled on the ground a few times, like a piece of pork. He rolled to Qiu Haitang's side and shouted into her ear, "Don't you want to kill Shen Qingqiu? He's right in front of you, what are you sleeping for?! Get up, kill him! Kill them all! "
The Old Palace Master shouted, "What are you waiting for?!"
Tianlang-Jun asked, "Peak Lord Shen's beloved disciple?"
Qiu Haitang lost her mind. She hugged her head and screamed at Shen Qingqiu, "What do you think of me? Hate me? Pity me? Want me to suffer all kinds of torture in this world? Why don't you kill me? Why don't you kill me?! "
Half of his clothes had been dyed crimson, and fresh blood was still dripping from his right hand. His lips were almost as white as his face. Tianlang-Jun was astounded. "We haven't seen each other for only a moment, why is Peak Lord Shen in such a sorry state?"
In the time it took to say this, the ice had already climbed up to Tianlang-Jun's chest. His expression didn't change. Demonic energy surged from his hands, but it couldn't melt the ice covering his fist. Even if it couldn't freeze him forever, it could at least delay him for an hour.
Did he really think he was such a stupid Holy Father that he didn't know how to fight back after being beaten?!
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
