Chapter 42 Burning the corpse, going out of the hole
This soft sigh of "King" was the first and only time I heard this flying corpse speak.
Its voice is very gentle. Just one sentence, one word, hides extremely strong emotions in it. When people hear it, it can bring back many long-forgotten past events. I can't forget the bright eyes in it at this moment.
The deep affection contained in it is like the protection of Brother Long that has traveled through thousands of years, and there is also love that spans time and space, and...
I can't describe it, but the fireworks are gorgeous but easy to get cold. There is no power in the palm of this zombie that I can't resist, but on its back, it is hit by four or five lamas in turn, using various magical techniques.
Implemented with a bang.
Bang bang bang, with every blow, the body of the female corpse opposite me trembled, and the ghost sword in Zamao Xiaodao's hand had completely penetrated into its lower Dantian.
The defense was broken so easily. In this bizarre situation, Zamao Xiaodao, the young lama Jiang Bai, the old lama Panjue and others all realized that something was wrong. However, several lamas were still frightened and did not resist when they saw this zombie.
So he made up his mind and tried his best to attack a few more times, but was finally stopped by the ghost-witch Granny: "Stop fighting, its body is already facing collapse, the evil spirit is about to leave the body, and it will not survive!"
When these people heard this and saw that the woman was frozen and motionless, they took a step back in doubt and stopped attacking.
Zamao Xiaodao's lips were bitter and he did not dare to draw his sword. He asked with a smile: "What's going on? Why didn't you tell me earlier if we knew each other?"
I was also a little confused and slowly pulled my right palm away, but I saw a small black insect with teeth and claws on the palm of the flying corpse in front of me.
The Huoba, who had been bounced to nowhere from the beginning, finally appeared. At this most critical moment, it appeared between the palms of me and the flying corpse. With its small body, it prevented me from being shot.
The result was that he was beaten into minced meat. There was no force transmitted to the flying corpse at all. This was the real reason why Huo Wa was not beaten to death.
But, why is Huowa so confident that this flying corpse will not kill it? Also, why did this flying corpse from Qingshan Realm call me "King" just now?
However, I couldn't get the answer. The female corpse in front of me was already extremely unstable due to the failure of transformation. Just now, it had the idea of perish together. It was just because of the fire baby that it seemed to have regained some consciousness. In an instant
, forcibly stopped the process - this huge contrast caused the energy to surge all over its body, and the energy backfired, hurting its soul that had been condensed for thousands of years, and its strength faded.
At this moment, if it were not supported by my palm, it would have fallen down long ago. In comparison, the injuries caused by the young lama Jiang Bai and others only made it worse.
However, the flying corpse did not fall down. It stared at the little bug in its hand, its eyes full of unspeakable emotions, and I felt that there seemed to be some sense of mission in it. The scene was very strange, with a bunch of old lamas, and
The rest of the people were standing still, staring quietly at the zombie in front of them, but the world in this zombie's eyes was that tiny Flame Mule Centipede.
The two looked at each other, and there was an indescribable emotion in Huo Wa's almost invisible eyes.
This stalemate lasted for half a minute, and then the flying corpse from the Qingshan Realm began to move. It pointed to the sky with both hands, like a "U" shape, and twisted its body gracefully, with its feet raised, just like the flying corpse in the Dunhuang Grottoes.
Like a goddess, she drives like a fairy.
Then the body of the fire baby began to shine, with a flame as white as a lily, gradually forming with this small black dot as the center; while the flying corpse seemed to be soaked in oil, extremely flammable, and it ignited instantly.
Before he could react, with a bang, the flying corpse of the Qingshan Realm turned into a huge human-shaped candle, and the flames all over it burned brightly.
"No!" I didn't know why, so I shouted loudly. Looking at this holy flame, I felt heartache for no reason. It seemed that deep in my heart, there was a voice shouting with grief and indignation. An uncontrollable sadness came to my heart, and then I
My eyes were sore, and big drops of tears were uncontrollable, rolling out and then falling down.
Every drop of tear reflects this strange flame, crystal clear.
This flying corpse was stuck in the evolutionary process of transforming into a drought demon, but the heat accumulated in its body was quite astonishing. Once burned, it immediately emitted a terrifying amount of heat, and the surrounding rocks began to melt, and the surrounding rocks began to melt.
In the distant underground river, the flowing river water was steamed up with steam, turning the stone hall into a bathhouse, filled with mist.
I was crying sadly, and my hands felt cold. I lowered my head and saw Duoduo holding my hand and looking at me innocently with a pair of big eyes.
She said, Brother Lu Zuo, why are you crying? Did Duoduo bite you just now?
I shook my head and said no, I was just sad and wanted to cry.
At this time, the young lama Jiang Bai walked quickly past me and greeted me: "Lu Zuo, there is no room for people in this stone hall, shall we go outside quickly?"
He, Panjue and several other lamas, supported the dead old lama and the injured, and hurried past me. The environment in this stone hall, after the flying corpses burned, was already extremely bad, and I was covered in blood.
She was sweating profusely, and saw Duoduo's teeth chattering. It was obvious that her ghostly physique was not able to adapt to such high temperatures, and she was just worried about me, so she refused to leave.
The people around him were evacuating. Liu Xuedao, who was seriously injured, hugged Xu Xiumei's body and left behind the lamas. Zamao Xiaodao also took my arm and said, let's go, little poison. It's over now. There's no point in crying.
, feel free to leave.
I shed tears freely, my face itched, and said, "Damn, I don't know what I'm crying for. I'm just so sad - what should I do with Huoba?"
Zamao Xiaodao looked back at the flying corpse, which was as incandescent as the sun, and the black dot in the middle, and said with a smile: "This little guy lit the fire. Are you still worried about it being burned? Hurry up and leave."
, once the fire is out, it will naturally fly back to find us."
Only then did my steps loosen up. I patted Duoduo and pointed forward. The little loli looked at me reluctantly, puffed out her cheeks and threatened: "Don't leave me alone again, or I will bite you again."
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I nodded, and she turned into a white line and flew into the locust wood sign in the hand of the ghost woman next to her.
I took two steps, but I didn't find the little demon Duoduo. I looked around and said, where is the little fox Meizi? Zamao Xiaodao was covered in scars. Seeing that I was lingering, he slapped my butt with the ghost sword and said, are you really?
It's a life to worry about, look there...
I looked in the direction of his finger and saw a huge black shadow floating on my left.
This thing is actually the dead Stegosuchus!
But I saw this thing standing in the air, its head and limbs hanging softly, and at the bottom, there was a small figure, lifting it up and flying slowly towards us.
Since the sword-backed crocodile dragon has become a demon and an ancient rare species, it must be full of treasures. There is no way there will be demon elixirs inside. It would be a pity to give up - I couldn't help but feel relieved. This little girl
Zi is also a thoughtful person. At this moment, she still remembers such good things. It's just that this huge Sword-backed Crocodile died at the hands of Panjue. If he goes out soon, he might even want to divide the spoils.
I took one last look at the flying corpse. It was still flying in the sky. The jumping flames revealed not only the terrifying heat, but also became white-hot, like a holy white lotus. There seemed to be various wonderful fragrances coming from the surroundings, as well as rhythms and weird ringtones.
As the sound rang out, countless mysterious and profound runes continued to flash in the space, appearing indistinctly and indescribably weird, as if this was not the burning of corpses, but the same as the rainbow transformation of Master Nalunzhu.
A very profound ritual.
However, I couldn't stay any longer. My hair began to smell burnt and bent unnaturally, and my vision began to blur. I felt that my eyeballs had been baked dry. If I stayed any longer, I was afraid that I would...
Like this zombie, it has become a piece of bacon.
Steaming with heat, I took one last reluctant look, and then, pulled by the hairy path, I ran towards the exit of the stone hall.
When we came, we took the waterway and did not walk through this aisle. Because of the severe heat, the young lama Jiang Bai and others did not wait for us and left early. We walked at the end, and our eyes were darkened. However,
Human beings' ability to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages is innate and animal instinct. Soon we were rolling and crawling along several turns on that winding road, when we saw a huge black shadow across the entrance of the corridor.
It's the little demon waiting for us, with a pair of eyes shining brightly in the darkness.
On top of the Stegosuchus she was holding, the tiger cat was combing the bird's feathers with its hard beak. The bird's feathers were mottled and brilliant, and the feathers that had been separated from it were now lush and thicker than the weeds.
It has vitality. At this moment, it has a rare silence, staying quietly on the sword's spine, its head slumping, and it has almost fallen asleep.
I feel warm in my heart, no matter how hard-spoken this little fox-girl is, she is softer than anyone else in her heart.
I don't know if there is someone who can touch her soft spots.
In the darkness, we started running under the leadership of the little demon Duoduo. After almost a mile of walking, the hot air waves began to subside a bit. From the opposite corridor, a whistling wind blew over us.
. After walking for a few minutes, there was a bright light ahead, and we had already walked out of the mountain. At the entrance, there was a circle of people surrounding us.
We walked closer. Except for the little lama Jiang Bai, who looked up at me and smiled, everyone's attention was focused on the hands of the ghost and the old lady.
On her hands, there was a black stone, which was flashing with radiant mist.