Tiandi Red Packet Group

Chapter 239

Running on the road, Qin Feng felt that his feet were light and light, his body was exhausted, and the dark and narrow corridors were all leading to despair.

"Yiyi, hold on."

While encouraging Qin Yiyi, he ran with all his strength.

Behind it is the continuous chasing of the tortoise, the friction between the shell and the ground, and the continuous sound.

Every time the sound is made, it means that there is a downhill ahead, and the speed of the tortoise will increase by one point, and Qin Feng's speed will also increase.

"Damn human beings, stop dying."

The tortoise was behind, panting and shouting.

The tortoise and the hare win the race, why the tortoise?

That's not because the hare is proud, it's because the tortoise runs fast.

When the tortoise goes downhill, it just shrinks its head and rolls downhill.

But what about rabbits.

The rabbit couldn't roll, so she had to walk slowly in fear, because her front legs were much shorter than her hind legs, so the tortoise won.

"Struggle you ass."

Qin Feng was also thinking about the misunderstanding that the tortoise and the hare had caused him, and scolded the person who told him the story.

If you don't struggle, you are waiting to die.

"stop."

After finally running to a more spacious place, the road under Qin Feng's feet was suddenly blocked by a huge boulder.

He looked at a hall in front of him, but the hall was full of tents of practitioners.

A cultivator asked behind the boulder, "Who are you and why are you approaching our territory so quickly?"

"I'm an ordinary person. Isn't this the tomb of God Pangu? Since when did it become your domain. Get out of the way, there are fierce beasts behind me. If you don't leave, let's finish playing together."

If you block it, I can't break it, so can't the turtle also break it?

Qin Feng shouted hastily.

Even if the cultivator inside doesn't want to live, he still can't die.

But, would the cultivators inside believe him?

"what happened!"

Just behind the boulder, a middle-aged man in a black robe asked the practitioner who was talking to Qin Feng behind the boulder, "Who are you talking to?"

"My lord, he is a cultivator. He said that there are fierce beasts chasing after him."

"Cultivator?"

The man in the black robe frowned slightly and said, "Ask his name."

"Yes."

The cultivator guarding the boulder then asked Qin Feng, "What's your name?"

Qin Feng was really angry.

The tortoise from behind is about to catch up, but you cultivators are better off here. It's like occupying the mountain as king here. If you occupy the corridor, you won't let people pass by.

It's not your family's territory, you are still the master.

Is this going to fight against the people who entered the ancient tomb, or is it ready to fight at any time?
"Qin Feng."

Qin Feng said directly.

"Behind you, is there really a beast chasing after you?"

The cultivator asked again.

"Yes."

Qin Feng replied loudly, "Hurry up and open the boulder for me. Otherwise, if the beast chases after it, it will also break the boulder."

"Hey!"

"Go. Go and report to the saint."

Behind the boulder, there was only a slight sound.

Really speechless.

Qin Feng heard the footsteps fading away, and knew that he was left behind.

No one was going to open the boulder for themselves. On the contrary, they were going to seal themselves in the tunnel, strengthen the boulder in the tunnel, and block the beast.

But before doing this, they were going to ask the saint what she meant.

What an asshole.

Qin Feng tried his best to move the boulder away, but he was exhausted, "Yah. Boom!"

Just when the boulder was moved a little, less than one centimeter away, Qin Feng was exhausted and sat down on the ground.

Turning back wearily, the long head of the tortoise was sticking out ferociously.

"Well, you have nowhere to go."

"So what if there's nowhere to go."

"How is it?" The turtle said with a cruel grin, "Of course I want you to be my lunch. I haven't eaten good food here for decades. Recently, there have been a lot of hateful human races."

Guarding Pangu's tomb has made these beasts miserable.

Many of the cultivators who came in were turned into fresh blood by them, and then they ate them directly.

Qin Feng saw that the tortoise's pointed mouth was similar to that of a white tiger, and it also had a human ear stuck between its teeth, so it couldn't help but tremble.

These guys are old and strong and their teeth are not working.

If it is a chewing person, it is estimated that it will take dozens of mouthfuls to chew one.

"Dad. Leave me alone. Go."

Behind Qin Feng, Qin Yiyi spoke with difficulty.

The little girl didn't even have the strength to open her mouth to speak.

Now she is all black, as if she was fished out of the mud, and the breath of life is slowly passing away at a perceivable speed.

"Silly girl. Dad can't leave either."

Qin Feng turned his head and smiled knowingly at Qin Yiyi.

I am only 20 years old, and suddenly I have such a lovely daughter, it is really worthwhile in this life.

After thinking about it, he held the soul-calling banner and said to the turtle:
"Old turtle. I'll fight you."

Slowly untiing Qin Yiyi from behind, Qin Feng gave her a relaxed smile: "Trust Dad. I'll take you out for a ride."

"don't want--"

The little girl shook her head with difficulty, but Qin Feng took a step forward, picked up a stone, and rushed towards the turtle, "The god ax has regrets."

Even if you die, you must fight.

"hateful."

The tortoise didn't expect Qin Feng to be captured without a fight, and became furious.

The hall behind the boulder.

Countless tents made of wild animal fur such as wolf skin and tiger skin surrounded a tent built on a boulder and made of exquisite and soft fox skin.

Here, the boulders are carved out of steps.

At the bottom of the stairs, two maids wearing short golden skirts and showing white thighs stood arrogantly. The middle-aged practitioner who was wearing a black robe behind the boulder said respectfully to the maids:

"Master female guard, has the saint returned?"

"what's up?"

"There is a cultivator named Qin Feng in the tunnel ahead who is being chased by fierce beasts. He might threaten us, so he came here to ask the saint for instructions."

"Ferocious beast?"

The two maids looked at each other, and involuntarily touched the soft sword at their waist.

In the ancient tomb, the greatest enemy of the human race is the beast.

But this is not the case for the present maids.

The maid on the left looked at the middle-aged man in the black robe with a hint of doubt: "Are you sure it's a beast. Didn't Tasker ask you to be an internal aid?"

"I swear by the way of heaven, there is no falsehood."

"Wait here, I'll ask the saint."

The maid answered neatly, turned around and stepped on the stone steps.

The eyes of the middle-aged man in the black robe kept following the figure of the maid, and went up the steps. When he saw the two golden characters of "worship the moon" on the tent made of fox fur, he couldn't help but retract his respectful and humble attitude. gaze.

At this moment, he found that all the people behind him were looking at him.

"Is he going to see the saint?"

"Impossible. How could he have a plan to destroy Tusk."

"Not necessarily. Didn't you see all the guards went up?"

"If only I could see the saint."

After entering the ancient tomb, the Moon Worship Sect fought quickly, resulting in several halls similar to this one, and obtained a large number of golden magic weapons.

But one of the believers of the Moon Worship Sect betrayed with a group of believers and some golden instruments.

That traitor is called Tasker.

He is the son of the high priest of the Moon Worship Sect.

After betraying the Moon Worship Sect, in order to annex all the golden instruments, he began to attack the believers loyal to the Moon Worship Sect desperately.

After several rounds, the Moon Worship Sect suffered heavy losses.

Had to camp in a previously captured hall.

The Holy Maiden of the Moon Worship Sect has an order that anyone who can conspire to defeat Tusker can double cultivate with her.

What a frantic condition.

All the cultivators couldn't help showing a little envy for the middle-aged man in black robe.

The middle-aged man in black robe enjoyed the fiery eyes caused by misunderstanding, and felt a little more ashamed in his heart.

The saint of worshiping the moon, the goddess of many men.

But no one can conquer it.

(End of this chapter)