"Be careful, there's something weird." Su Yin held the Desert Eagle in his hand and shined it with a flashlight. Qingkong also increased his vigilance and unsheathed the Yangtze River behind him, and the two of them walked towards the forest.
When I walked in, I saw that this was not a forest, but stalagmites standing like forest trees, revealing millions of years of vicissitudes.
"Huh." Su Yin breathed out, as long as it wasn't a forest, it would be fine, but now a new problem came again.
That is, after losing the Shura Sword and unable to find the specific location of the fragments of the Human Emperor Sword, how should they find the Human Emperor Sword?
"Let's go first and look around." Su Yin quickly made a decision, and Qingkong seconded the proposal.
The two of them just walked around among the stalagmites. There were so many of them, some of them were very huge, like huge pillars, blocking people's way, like a maze. They went around and around, and they couldn't tell their direction.
The two of them groped around, and at a corner leading to another direction, a shadow suddenly appeared. Su Yin touched his nose slightly and smelled a strong scent of blood. This blood was so familiar that he seemed to have felt it somewhere before.
Qingkong suddenly raised the long sword in his hand, and a cold sword energy burst out, pointing at the shadow, and the flashlight light also shined, and the gun would pull the trigger at any time to deliver a fatal blow.
Under the light of the flashlight, the shadow on the other side seemed surprised to see that this was a human figure, and it turned out to be Qingkong's brother.
Monster man, Sikong!
The Sikong who escaped and ascended to heaven through their hands, and finally climbed down the cliff to save his life!
"It's you." Sikong smiled. He still held the spear exuding strong blood energy in his hand. However, after being washed, the blood energy was much lighter. It was not as strong as it was during the previous conflict. He seemed to have a heavy blood on his back.
He was wearing something and was tied up several layers with a red robe. The little silver snow monster showed its silver eyes and looked at Su Yin with innocent eyes, as if he was very happy.
Su Yin sighed for a while, "You are really good at acting." After the previous experience, he no longer had the same compassion as before.
This little thing cannot be treated as an ordinary pet.
"How did you come here?" Qingkong frowned, the tip of the sword flashed with cold light, full of murderous intent.
Su Yin had already tightened his grip on the pistol, and the black muzzle of the Desert Eagle was pointed at Sikong's eyebrows. Now the distance between the two of them was only five steps. With just one shot, a hole would be punched in Sikong's head.
But Su Yin didn't shoot rashly. She always felt that Qing Kong should make the final decision on this matter.
"Guess?" Sikong smiled strangely, but his eyes were not as violent as before, instead there was a trace of lightness in his eyes.
Qingkong's eyebrows moved and he was about to take action.
"This is... Shura Sword!!!" Su Yin's eyes noticed that the object on Sikong's back revealed a familiar hilt. If this wasn't the hilt of Shura Sword, what was it?
How could the Shura sword inserted into Mosasaurus' head appear in Sikong's hand?
What happened to Sikong? How did he get the Shura sword on Mosasaurus' head?
"Want to know? Why don't you ask? I can tell you." Sikong curled his lips and his smile became brighter. Both Su Yin and Qingkong felt that there seemed to be some kind of major change in Sikong, and there was nothing like before.
That kind of murderous devil temperament makes people feel uncertain.
Moreover, Su Yin also discovered that the wounds on Sikong's body had disappeared, leaving only scars.