The cave in front of Di Qinglin was deep and dark. With the faint light, he could see from the hole in the ground that there was a forest of knives below. Dozens of serrated steel knives were inserted at the bottom of the cave with their blades facing upwards.
, like the jagged and jagged teeth of a giant beast.
In the darkness a little further below the cave, many human figures could be vaguely seen. These figures seemed to be under the spell of immobilization, standing motionless in the darkness without making a sound, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.
How can people not breathe? Could it be that these 'guardians' of the crypt have practiced the legendary turtle-sucking method in martial arts, and can breathe through the pores of the skin? And what is enough to make so many masters of turtle-sucking method possible?
Gathered in a dark cave?
Are they guarding some amazing secrets and treasures here, or are they guarding the entrance to hell?
After all, Qinggong cannot turn a person into a real flying bird. No matter how advanced a person is in Qinggong, he will definitely fall into this forest of knives if he falls off the board without precautions. There are already several corpses in the forest of knives.
The corpses maintained the same posture as before death, but for some reason they did not rot and stink. But among these corpses, there was no Yang Zheng.
Di Qinglin had already expected this. During the previous fight, Yang Zheng had used his internal strength to push open the flap and fall down on his own initiative. Since he had seen the forest of knives under the cave, he would not seek death on his own initiative.
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Di Qinglin smiled half-smilingly. No one knew the power of the knife just now better than him. Although Yang Zheng escaped the disaster of breaking his arm, his arm could no longer lift any weapons for two months to kill the owner of the parting hook.
It's just a matter of time.
The cave was too big and too dark. Di Qinglin turned around and held up a candle, then jumped into the cave and landed outside the forest of knives.
The light of the candle illuminated the crypt, and the dark crypt suddenly became lively. There was a banquet table dozens of feet long in the crypt. The entire crypt was a banquet hall, except for the forest of swords facing the flap.
Outside, the hall was full of people, and a grand banquet was being held.
There are men and women, adults and children. Some of them are sitting at the table drinking, some are whispering, some are dancing, some are competing in martial arts, some seem to have drunk too much and are taking a nap on the table. There is even a person coming
He got off the horse belatedly, holding a white horse behind him.
These people wore the most gorgeous clothes, the men carried their famous weapons, and the women wore their most gorgeous jewelry, attending this banquet with the most solemn gestures.
Although there are many people here, not one of them is an unknown person. If there are people who often hang out in the world, you will be surprised to find that among these people are famous heroes, as well as beauties who have fascinated countless men.
Ji, there are child prodigies who can write poems in ten steps, and there are virtuous hermits who can see through the world and live in seclusion.
Even Wan Junwu, the hero of Heshuo, is here. He is in a corner of the cave, holding on to the wall with one hand and pressing the other into his throat. He is bent over as if he wants to vomit after drinking too much. There are still wounds on his waist.
Hanging is the purple gold fish scale knife.
With so many people gathered together, there should have been a lot of movement, but there was actually no sound in the crypt, not even the faintest breath. This was not quiet at all, but terrifying.
Although these people have different identities and different actions, they all have two characteristics in common.
No matter what they are doing, those who drink too much and feel like vomiting, those who drink boldly, those who are nestled in the arms of men, those who are sorry for being late, no matter how different their looks and body shapes are, the faces on their faces
The expressions are almost exactly the same.
Cold and indifferent, almost smiling but not smiling.
That expression that only the dead have.
Their eyes were full of turbid gray-white, the eyes of the dead.
No wonder there is no sound of breathing, it turns out that all the people here are dead.
Since Di Qinglin entered the crypt, his whole state has changed immediately.
He began to get excited, and the cold expression on his face was replaced by a faint flush. He held a candle and walked through the dead people. His eyes looking at these dead people were full of tenderness, as if a child had seen the last thing.
A beloved toy, a man reunites with his long-lost wife.
"Yang Zheng, where are you?" Di Qinglin called softly.
He slowly walked through the dead people and walked to a swordsman in green. The candlelight illuminated the big man's pale face and a pair of empty eyes. He raised his pale hands and gently touched the big man's face, intoxicated with himself.
He said to himself: "Oh, you are not Yang Zheng, you are Dian Cang Yijian, my best friend before I was twenty years old."
Walking to a stunning dancer again, Di Qinglin stroked the dancer's long, pale hair and said emotionally: "I have said before that you are more beautiful after death than in life. You see, I am not lying."
Let it go to you, how could I be willing to lie to you?"
After saying that, he actually leaned over and kissed the dancer gently on her bright red lips.
He walked all the way through the crowd, and every time he passed a corpse, he would say a few words to the corpse, as if he was really chatting with his friends or lovers.
Suddenly someone flashed past in the darkness in the distance.
"So you are there!" Di Qinglin shouted excitedly: "Don't leave, there are still many empty places here, why don't you stay and be with my most beloved babies!"
When he said "here" in his last sentence, his body began to move, like a dexterous fish swimming through the crowd. When he said "together", his body was already more than ten feet away.
The black shadow in the distance flashed again, passing by the huge banquet table in the cave. There were people sitting on both sides of the table. They were not dissatisfied at all when someone passed over their heads, and they still kept drinking.
His posture remained motionless.
Di Qinglin followed and jumped up.
Finally someone expressed dissatisfaction.
When Di Qinglin was in mid-air and had nowhere to rely on, the corpse beneath him that was resting on the table suddenly raised its head.
Not only the head, but the body of the corpse soared straight into the sky from bottom to top! Like a zombie.
But how could the corpse raise its head, and how could the zombie's eyes be so radiant!
A ray of sword light erupted like a volcano from the center of the earth, heading straight under Di Qinglin. Yin.
Su Yang tightened his grip, and the light steel had already penetrated Di Qinglin's body.
But this was far from enough. At the same time, Su Yang's other hand had already clamped down on Di Qinglin's ankle like an iron vice, and pulled it down hard.
A strange-shaped weapon suddenly appeared from under the table and blocked Di Qinglin's falling path.
Parting hook, Yang Zheng’s parting hook!
Yang Zheng is under the table. Who is the figure more than ten feet away from the table just now? Could it be that the resentment of the corpse here has not been dispersed, and it has become a ghost seeking revenge on Di Qinglin?
Di Qinglin screamed strangely, his body trembled slightly, and he slashed his ankle with the knife.
When Ying Wuwu was hugged by Yang Zheng's legs, he chopped off Yang Zheng's hand. Di Qinglin was even more ruthless, he directly chopped off his own feet.
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The decisive battle (Part 2) is not over yet, what do you think the next chapter should be called?
