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Chapter 49 Black Sarcophagus

"The master of the Hong family..."

Bai Mo leaned forward and found that he was an acquaintance in Liujuehu.

The rudimentary organ that dropped the knife rack from the ceiling should not have injured these people, let alone killed them.

Not only are there three members of the six extinct families in front of him, but also two enemies.

The obvious mechanism is not scary, but the inexplicable danger is most afraid.

Bai Mo gently tore open the clothes of the master of the Hong family, and found a pair of bruises on his back that looked like small handprints, as if a villain had been lying there, causing the blood to clot and bruise.

Wraith...

Bai Mo thought of the resentful spirit boy on the old black tree.

Just two resentful spirits were not enough to stop Liu Juehu and another wave of pangolins with impressive strength. The original danger must be more sinister.

It was only because the two waves of people broke the situation first that Bai Mo and Yu Xian walked relatively safely.

Although I don't know what dangers there will be in the future, at least the route is not wrong. The forerunner is going in the current direction, returning to the route that has been checked for traps.

"Your messy way of finding dragons and acupuncture points is effective."

"What is said, the accuracy rate is very high!"

There is no need for Yu Xian to guide the follow-up route, Bai Mo walks ahead, looking for traces of battles and intertwined agencies.

Seeing the tragic situation of some pangolins being killed by resentful spirits, Yu Xian remembered that when he was with Brother Dao, he used the editing function of the marketing account to reverse eliminate the secret art of arresting souls.

There are also operating techniques such as undead here, which only shows that Mo Bingxian has more than one secret technique to control resentful spirits.

It is hard to imagine that there are so many secrets hidden in the depths of history.

"Be careful, it's almost there."

Along the way, Bai Mo's heart beat wildly.

More than ten people were killed or injured in the six extreme households.

This is still the casualties on this floor, I don't know how many floors there are.

It is not easy to cultivate a mature pangolin. Even if there are few family members in the hands of those who died in the six extreme families, those foreign disciples who can be admitted to enter are also very expensive, and they can't stand such consumption.

On the ground, two pistols were discarded in the corner. I don't know where they belonged, and there was no more ammunition.

As a pangolin, I have more cold weapons in my hand, but hot weapons are not easy to use in the tomb.

The space is too narrow, and there are so many traps, God knows if it will hit something, or produce stray bullets, debris, or cause the area to collapse.

On the premise of not using hot weapons as much as possible, the ammunition can be exhausted, which shows the fierceness of the battle.

The corridor ahead is wide, and the stone steps rise, and Bai Mo climbs up cautiously.

The dragon-hunting map has long been closed by Yu Xian to save his soul power.

At this time, when I turned it on for a while, the pointer jumped quickly, and it was very close to the dinosaur fossil.

"Bastard! What are you trying to do?!"

The two of them were moving up cautiously, when suddenly a loud shout broke the silence.

At the center of the ground floor of the cemetery, people from the six extreme households were confronting the enemy.

There is nothing to delay, Bai Mo winked towards the back, quickened his pace and rushed up, Yu Xian hurriedly followed.

After climbing the steps, what came into view was an empty hall with a high platform in the center, and an unknown black stone coffin was placed on the high platform.

Thigh-thick iron chains stretched from the surrounding walls of the tomb, holding nine joints at the front and back of the coffin, as if trying to seal the thing tightly, and also seemed to be protecting the coffin.

Contradictory and weird.

Under the stone platform, there is only one passage in the circular pit, and the pit is full of bones, bones of various rare and exotic animals.

Where indicated by the Xunlong Atlas, the two wings of the keel are stretched out, and the supporting frame has collapsed after a long time. It can barely be seen that it is also a pterosaur, and the specific species cannot be identified for the time being.

Yu Xian saw his teeth itch. Maybe the ancients had a way of refining the shape of the sun, but it has a P relationship with dinosaur fossils.

Either the fossils are used as medicines, or the fossils are used as ornaments, and the damage is countless.

There were two groups of people in the arena, and one side consisted of a dozen or so injured players from six or so families.

The guy who was confronting them had already reached the black sarcophagus, holding a hard object with the texture of bacon in one hand, and a spherical substance in the other.

Yu Xian couldn't recognize what that piece of jerky was actually, but he recognized the spherical shape as a grenade.

No wonder there are so many people on Liujuehu's side, but they dare not touch the only enemy on the top of the coffin.

"What are your people afraid of?"

"The guy up there... is playing voodoo."

Bai Mo explained in a low voice.

How about Mo Bingxian's Taiyin shape-refining method? Anyway, he hasn't become a ghost fairy yet.

The wizard on the coffin obviously learned some ways of refining the shape of the sun, and used special living sacrifices to refine psychics.

Replace Mo Bingxian's flesh and blood with a refined flesh and blood psychic, let the things in the coffin obey his command, and become voodoo puppets.

"This is not a mess, God knows what's going on in the coffin."

The owner of the tomb designed the mechanism to avoid the collapse of the entire tomb area as much as possible, but there are exceptions.

The coffin was opened, and the owner of the tomb could not protect himself. It is very likely that he designed a destruction trap that would affect the entire tomb area and devour the intruders.

How many well-known pangolins obtained the treasure, but they were careless for a while, resulting in their disappearance in the long river of history with the tomb.

That was all a lesson, and Liujuehu naturally didn't dare to provoke the desperate enemy.

Someone from Liujuehu said, "No matter what you are plotting, hurry down, if you mess around, no one will benefit."

"Heh, do you believe in your Six Juehu?"

The man in the black burqa on the coffin sneered sternly, "You are just poor wretches who are cursed and will die sooner or later."

"To shut up!"

The crisp angry shout broke the turbid atmosphere, the girl's almond eyes widened, and her pretty face was slightly tensed due to anger.

It can be seen that she was said to be extremely jealous.

Bai Mo muttered to himself, "Hey, Patriarch Jin is still too immature."

"What? That young girl is the head of the Jin Family of Liujue Family?"

"It's not a good thing."

If it weren't for the Jin family's accident, who would have pushed a girl in her early twenties to be the head of the Daodou family.

While speaking, Bai Mo squeezed out a flying knife, and the energy of the dragon and tiger continued to infuse.

Yu Xian who was beside him could hear the mournful scream that seemed to be trembling at a high frequency of metal, which showed what a fatal blow Bai Mo was laying down.

The same is true for Liujuehu. Those capable people who have some means are silent, secretly preparing thunderous means.

"Humph."

The man in the black robe is condescending, and the actions and expressions of the people within the field of vision are clear.

Seeing that the masters from Liujuehu did not say anything, the black-robed man turned over and clasped his hands, and quickly undid one of the nine ring buckles outside the coffin with three or two strokes.

"How can this guy untie chain links?!"

When he was shocked, someone from Liujuehu made a move, and the hidden weapon was fired.

But the man in black robe was on guard early, using his height to hide behind the big coffin.

The striker was worried about hitting the coffin, but the angle was too wide and he failed to hit.

Just at the moment when everyone was deciding whether to take the risk of killing them, streaks of white light came out of Bai Mo's hands, piercing through the darkness, there was a faint roar of dragons and tigers.

The black-robed man was caught off guard, and only had time to raise his hand to block it.

The flying knife pierced the protective glove, poured in from the bottom of the palm, broke through the forearm and upper arm bones along the line, almost penetrated the entire arm, and pierced half of the shoulder blade.

If it was stronger, it would have to penetrate from the temple...

(End of this chapter)