Pang Xiaopang, Xi Zhuo, Yu Wenyou, Zhou Weibiao and others all raised the sharp weapons in their hands with serious expressions, swiping their swords across their necks, or directly grabbing the daggers and stabbing them in the chest.
Chen Yun, Chen Lan, Shen Xiaoran, Leng Qiuhan and others were all startled. They raised their hands and sent out several blasts of energy, taking the lead to knock away the sharp weapons from the hands of several self-inflicted classmates.
On the other hand, Sect Master Xu only had time to save his own son, but did not bother to save other members of his sect.
In the blink of an eye, I saw the remaining disciples of Songyang Sect stabbed through the heart with sharp weapons, and then fell to the ground one by one.
Half of the dozen or so elite disciples he brought were buried in quicksand, and the other half committed suicide.
Sect Leader Xu looked at these subordinates, annoyed and angry, and finally combined them into two vicious words: "Trash!"
What a bunch of rubbish.
The Songyang Clan elites he had carefully cultivated for many years were completely destroyed without even visiting a single tomb.
In a blink of an eye, he looked at the ugly-faced leader of the Huang Gang and the Fan Gang, and found that all the men around them were dead. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, and felt inexplicably better.
It turns out that not all Songyangmen are filled with wine bags and rice bags!
Even the disciples of the hidden family, two of them fell into the trap.
One person had committed suicide with a horizontal sword, and although the other person was saved by others, there was a deep wound on his shoulder that could penetrate the bone. At this time, his face was pale and he was busy trying to stop the bleeding.
The Huang Gang, Fan Gang, Songyang Clan, plus those disciples of the hidden family, totaled more than thirty people, but now only seven people are dead.
Apart from Xu Weitian and his son, there are only two left, the leader of the Yellow Gang and the leader of the Fan Gang, and three other disciples of the hidden family.
One of the three disciples was seriously injured, and now only two members of the Ma family and the Lu family are able to move.
Pang Xiaopang regained consciousness, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and called "evil door".
Just now, they all seemed to have lost consciousness, and stabbed themselves with knives.
At that moment, I felt like my behavior was completely out of control.
Jiang Nai turned to look at them, her face turned slightly pale, "Don't look into the eyes of the stone statue."
The eyes are made of soul-enchanting stone, which has a profound psychedelic effect.
Jiang Nai didn't know who built this tomb in the ancient Shu Kingdom, but she knew one thing very well.
This should... be the tomb built for her.
Today, three thousand years later, she actually brought someone to visit her own tomb?
This couldn't help but give her a sense of fantasy.
It felt like everything I saw and felt at this time was like a dream and not real at all.
"My mother." Ning Feng exhaled softly, "This place is really evil."
"You said this is the Empress's mausoleum, but... where is the Empress' coffin? Why is there no coffin?"
Just put this statue here to deceive people. I don’t know who made this tomb.
"And along the way, although this tomb is quite big, it looks very simple. It must have been hurriedly completed not long after it was built."
"Do you think it is the size of the tomb of the empress of the ancient Jiang Kingdom?"
"That's right, why is there just this tomb chamber without even an ear chamber?"
Xiao Su walked half a circle around the stone statue with a curious look on his face, and suddenly felt something stepped on his feet.
Everyone was horrified to hear the sound of a machine spring running, and they all stared at him with greatly changed expressions.
Liu Fuyi's eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly rushed to Jiang Nai's side and whispered, "Be careful!"