Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 142

Did not go far, Lu Yangrong stopped suddenly.

There were two people lying on the street not far ahead, and they couldn't see their faces.

One person held the gong in his hand, and the other held the grate in his hand. Looking at this identity, it should be the battalion of Linfeng City.

At this time, it's not really night, so how can the fight person appear?

What's going on here?

"Hey, are the two husbands in front of you, are you dead or alive?" Lu Yangrong, holding the flying sword, did not rush forward, but just stood there and shouted.

Guan Jin sneered, "What an ancient city of mortals can have, and it is worth being so cautious."

Although this was said on the mouth, Guan Jin held a talisman in his palm, stepped forward, and turned over one of them.

"what!"

Guan Jin exclaimed, taking a few steps backwards.

Su Zimo and others can clearly see from behind that this person is dead.

Dead, everyone has seen it.

But death was so weird and terrible, it was the first time I saw it!

This man's cheeks are thin and his skin is wrinkled together, as if the essence of flesh and blood has been lost, and his gray eyes are full of confusion.

Until this person died, I am afraid he did not know the cause of his death.

Guan Jin took a deep breath and stretched his feet to turn the other person over, his death was almost the same as the former.

This feeling, it was as if the two were walking on the road to fight more, suddenly being doomed, and the corpse was on the spot. The two did not even have the chance to react!

Su Zimo squinted his eyes, groaned a little, and suddenly walked to the shop on the side, kicked the door open, and made a circle in it.

The people inside are dead.

No matter whether they are men, women, or children, most of them died in deep sleep. The death is exactly the same as that of beating outside!

When Su Zimo returned to the long street, Lengrou and others had just stepped out of the other houses with a dignified look and anxiety.

"All are dead!"

The fat man swallowed.

Although the five people present were all practitioners and even four monks, the scene before them had never been experienced before.

And if a few people are not bad, the people in this whole ancient city are probably too fierce!

Su Zimo quickly sketched a picture in his mind.

Last night, Linfeng City was as quiet and serene as ever. Almost everyone in the ancient city was asleep, and even more people were walking on the road, but doom suddenly came!

No one was spared!

Most died in sleep.

There are at least 100,000 people in a whole city!

Overnight, all killed!

Lu Yangrong said in a deep voice: "It must have been done by someone in the magic gate!"

"Well, the people in the Demon Gate are fierce and fierce, and by all means, this method of death is obviously not caused by the right way." Guan Jin also nodded.

Su Zimo suddenly asked: "Zongmen disciples who found a spiritual mine here before, what did they say in the message?"

The fat man said: "It's nothing, that is to say, a spiritual mine was found in the southern suburbs of Linfeng City, which is being mined, and the mining can be completed in about two days. The master said that some spiritual practitioners were found near the spiritual mine and he was worried that someone might take risks , Let Zongmen send a few foundation-building monks to support. "

After speaking, the fat man suddenly responded, staring at the small eyes, and asked, "Brother, wouldn't you say that the murderer of this ancient city tragedy wants to rob our spirit gate?"

"Probably."

Su Zimo nodded: "This incident happened just after Linfeng City found a psychic mine, which is a coincidence."

"What should we do, can't we go to the spiritual mine?" The little fat man asked.

Su Zimo groaned: "First send a letter to Zong Men, telling that the situation has changed. A few of you have travelled this way and consumed a lot of aura. It is best to recover it before going to the spiritual mine ..."

"Brother Su is too weak. If you are afraid, don't follow."

Before Su Zimo finished speaking, Lu Yangrong interrupted with a sneer.

Guan Jin also squinted at Su Zimo, his eyes full of scornfulness, leisurely said: "Brother Su, since you are so worried, you might as well go back and advise you not to come with you, haha."

Su Zimo frowned.

Lengrou suddenly said, "I agree with Master Su's suggestion."

While talking, while drawing a paper crane out of the storage bag, use aura to write a few lines on it, release the paper crane, flew into the sky in an instant, and disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Lu Yangrong comforted: "Leng Shimei, don't worry. Within the realm of the Great Zhou Dynasty, no one who is a true practitioner can not open his eyes and dare to move our spirit mines."

"Good!"

Guan Jin was very calm and analyzed: "This is just a lower-grade spirit mine, which is almost all of the lower-grade spirit stone. It is not very attractive to monks who build foundations. Even if someone makes this idea, it is just some practitioners. For fear. "

The aura in Xiapin Lingshi has no obvious effect on the foundation-building monks to improve their realm.

If the monk-to-be builds his practice, he needs the Chinese spirit stone.

In the realm of Jin Dan, you need top-grade spirit stones, or even superb spirit stones.

In fact, what the two men said was not unreasonable, but Su Zimo always felt that the matter was not easy.

"Let's go and see the spirit mine site, everything will be understood!"

With a big wave, Lu Yangrong offered a flying sword, so go ahead.

Guan Jin followed closely, Xiaohe chasing Su Zimo and Linghu.

It didn't take long for the five to come to the site of the spirit mine.

When he came to the entrance of the deep and dark spiritual mine cave, Lu Yangrong paused a little, then turned back and said, "My brother and I are at the forefront, and my brother Su is the weakest, standing in the middle, behind the temple of Leng Shimei and Little Fat.

There was no objection to this arrangement.

The entrance was narrow, and neither Xiaohe nor Linghu could enter, and they could only stay at the door.

Su Zimo can see that although Lu Yangrong did not care much before, he also became cautious at this time.

Lu Yangrong sacrificed a flying sword, hanging on his chest. There were two spirit patterns flashing on it, but it was a medium-quality flying sword.

The five went deep into the spirit mine.

Before walking far, a strange noise suddenly came from the front, as if a large group of things were flying over, and a faint red flash was visible.

Lu Yangrong looked at it, but it was a group of dark crows, but his eyes were glowing with strange red light.

"Squat down and let them pass!"

Lu Yangrong fell low, and everyone behind him squatted.

A group of blood-eyed crows galloped over the five without stopping.

Lu Yangrong breathed a sigh of relief, shrugged his shoulders, and pretended to smile back lightly: "Such places like spirit mines often have these flat-haired animals inhabiting them. It is normal to ignore them and waste energy."

At this moment, Su Zimo's heart flashed, and he whispered, "Be careful!"

Huh!

A sword flashed, extremely fast, and approached instantly.

At this time, the blood-eyed crow just flew past, when it was the most slack in the hearts of the people, it was too late for Lu Yangrong to hear Su Zimo's warning.

(End of this chapter)