The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 482 Impulse again!
Boulders are pressed from top to bottom.

As soon as he said this, the echoes in the circular tunnel suddenly continued.

"Little Rongrong back up!"

"Little Rongrong back up!"

Several echoes echoed in the dark passage.

Xie Wanrong was stunned: "This is the rock wall!"

"This is the rock wall!"

Immediately afterwards there was another lingering sound, and towards the end, the lingering sound was no longer Xie Wanrong's voice, but a hoarse and ugly distorted sound.

Qi Jinghuan frowned slightly.

But after Xie Wanrong's words, Jiaolong raised his palms and braced his arms, and a burst of energy flew out from his sleeves.

Before Xie Wanrong could say "no" in his mouth, a powerful crackling sound followed.

"Oh!"

The blasting rocks shattered, pieces of crushed stones fell from the top, and there was a crackling sound immediately. For a moment, the powerful cracking sound and the sound of crushing stones echoed loudly and endlessly in the circular dark passage, trying to burst the eardrums.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

Hongling neighed continuously.

Jiaolong was forced to take a step back by the sound that pierced the eardrum, his headache was about to split.

The crackling sound in the secret passage seemed to shatter the internal organs of a person, Xie Wanrong frowned, and a generous palm suddenly covered her ears, and Qi Jinghuan was leaning on her back, his palm seemed to be infused with wonderful power, and it was life and death. Sounds from outside are isolated.

She followed him and backed up step by step, until she was tens of meters away, the sound of the circular tunnel became quieter, Hongling came out one step ahead of Jiaolong, when Jiaolong came out, his complexion was pale, and a mouthful of blood immediately came out of his throat.

He bowed his body, a little embarrassed to look up.

Jiaolong has an impatient personality, and because of his ten thousand years of practice, he acted arrogantly and arrogantly, so he committed negligence and almost lost himself.

The disadvantage of the circular tunnel is not the pressed boulders, but that every inch there is made up of rock walls.

Xie Wanrong gave him a squinting look: "Now I know I've suffered a loss."

With Jiaolong's personality, he should have a long memory so that he will not be so impulsive and arrogant in the future.

Jiaolong hid the bloodstains, lowered his eyes pitifully, and stood peacefully behind Xie Wanrong.

Only then did Hongling recover, and slapped Chiyu, "Bingli, chop off your hands again impulsively! Luckily, Rong Rong is fine, or I'll burn you to death, a big black dragon!"

Qi Jinghuan brushed Xie Wanrong's forehead, and said softly: "It's okay, that boulder will break sooner or later."

There was approval in his eyes, Xie Wanrong was able to see the pros and cons of the lower rock wall in the tomb at the first time, which really surprised Qi Jinghuan a little, and his stern face could not help showing a bit of warmth.

"It's true." Xie Wanrong felt Jiaolong's gaze slowly raised, and she turned her head to stare at him: "You still want to turn over? Even if this boulder is about to break, you can't be so impatient."

Jiaolong rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "Xiao Rongrong, I know, I just want to see—"

After the cracking sound in the circular tunnel gradually subsided, they stepped into the circular tunnel again.

This time, they were more cautious than before, because none of them knew whether it would be the coffin or the next organ.

They walked through the circular tunnel and were shocked by the sight in front of them.

"What... what is it... no wonder there is so much gloom!" Jiaolong said strangely, widening his dark blue eyes.

There are huge coffins in front of them, one by one, and there are countless coffins at a glance.

Standing here, the exaggerated and terrifying sense of oppression came back again. The coffins lined up seemed to be standing in front of countless corpses, and the atmosphere was weird.

(End of this chapter)