The first time the change occurred, Hercules immediately withdrew without hesitation. He turned around and saw that Li Bai and the two witches did not evacuate with the others, but stayed there. He felt warm and said, "Don't you leave?"

"Small scene, I want to continue watching the fun!"

Li Bai didn't care, this little low temperature was nothing to him.

What's more, there are two demon girls next to you, just a little red carp. With just one thought, it can prevent these cold and bone-breathing mist from approaching.

At this time, I heard the "Frost" saint shouting: "Note that this is frozen gas, the temperature is below minus one hundred degrees Celsius."

He was also holding a gun-shaped object in his hand, aiming at the pyramid, and the numbers on the LCD screen on the back of the "muzzle" were jumping endlessly.

As a saint in charge of the "frost" authority, Chuanket actually carries a temperature detection gun, and the measurement range can range from 200 degrees Celsius above zero to 200 degrees Celsius below zero, which is just in handy now.

The daily temperatures on Bahrain are affected by the microclimates of the Arabian Peninsula and the Persian Gulf. Although it is winter, it is far from below zero, and it is rare to see snowfall.

When the stone wall was lifted up, the annual closed underground hall realized air exchange with the outside world. The temperature and humidity that had been constant for a long time gradually increased, but now it was filled with frozen gas ejected from the cracks on the surface of the pyramid. The ambient temperature quickly dropped from 20 degrees Celsius to below zero, and large areas of white frost appeared on the floor tiles and walls.

The ethereal fog quickly covered the ground and changed into various incredible shapes, making everyone's figures faintly, making the underground hall look like a fairyland.

"Trunker, use your 'frost' authority to control these frozen gas."

"Witchcraft" Saint Kona Ukuyi didn't want this underground space to become a low-temperature cold storage comparable to the southern level. His body was a little numb by the cold. It would be bad if this continued.

However, cold is the authority of the "Frost" saints. Since they can be released, they can naturally be reincarnated. They should be able to control the situation.

Fortunately, the spiritual power of sacrifice started from ordinary people. If the saints exhausted their mental power in advance, they would not have enough energy to deal with it now, and they might be in trouble or even dangerous at any time.

Bang!~

A ball of fire rose, adding a hint of warmth to the cold underground hall.

The heat dissipated, forcing a lot of cold fog to reappear, making everyone's figures reappear.

"Magic" Saint Merlin Jackto held an orange-red fireball the size of a basketball. He did not sacrifice his mental power, so he was in full state and had extra energy to create a fireball, emitting heat to protect his whole body.

The "Frost" Saint took a deep breath, closed his hands slightly, and grabbed the mist at the same time.

The cold object, which was obviously empty, was grabbed by an invisible big hand, and finally gathered into a long fog dragon that was rolling and flew to the upper part of the stairway and scattered into the stone hall on the surface, causing the temperature outside to drop sharply, and the white frost visible to the naked eye spread rapidly.

Judging from the excavation site on the ground, it seemed that the monster's mouth was constantly gushing outward with thick and cold white mist, but the fog still could not withstand the temperature of the environment. It was quickly neutralized and rose, and it only spread out ten steps away and rose to above zero degrees, and no longer frost appeared.

The people who escaped outside looked at this scene from afar, and while breathing a sigh of relief, they couldn't help but feel a little worried.

The frozen gas was forcibly dispelled, and the air conditioner and hot gas exchanged on their own, melting and mixing with each other, making the severe frost in the underground hall weakened rapidly, and layers of white frost faded rapidly, leaving a large area of ​​wetness, which was immediately absorbed by the originally dry rock surface, leaving only the dim wet traces left.

Since Chuanket's authority is "frost", it just happens to prescribe the right medicine, so the ability is naturally not fake, and the effect is immediate.

Although the gap on the surface of the pyramid still blew and sprayed freezing air outward, compared with the beginning, the sound and momentum had begun to gradually weaken, and it would not take long to stop ejecting.

A few minutes later, the hissing sound finally turned into an unsatisfactory hissing sound, and it became lower and lower.

"It's not over yet, don't get close!"

"Witchcraft" saint Konaubukui became more cautious and cautious.

He is a virgin, not to mention that he is the oldest of the eight saints. If he is serious, it is not an exaggeration to be regarded as a saint of the previous generation.

Click! ~

After spraying the last trace of frozen gas, the pyramid changed again. The cracks became larger and larger. Each part moved rapidly, either rising, sinking, or moving horizontally, like a magic cube, and finally became a platform nearly two meters long and three feet high. A huge black crystal coffin that was nearly two meters long slowly rose in the center.

The scene was silent, and everyone's eyes gathered in one place.

If there were no accidents, the prehistoric hero recorded on the Sumerian clayboard sleeps in this giant coffin of special material. The previous spiritual sacrifice had met the necessary conditions for opening it.

From the moment the stone hall was discovered, the authenticity of the legend was confirmed step by step.

Rush rust...

A yellowish-brown scorpion the size of a palm fell from the "witchcraft" saint, looked around for a while, and quickly crawled towards the giant black crystal coffin.

Even though there is still a little chill on the ground, for the Sahara killer scorpion, who is completely adapting to the huge temperature difference between morning and evening in the desert, this low temperature is nothing.

It climbed up the three-foot-high granite stone platform like a flat ground, clinged to the giant black crystal coffin, and quickly climbed to the top, running back and forth on it, its claws making a harsh scratching sound on the smooth surface.

The saints present did not dare to be careless at all.

Kona Ukuyi must have his own intention to let his scorpion do this.

boom……

A strong wind broke out in the air, making the saints almost unable to open their eyes.

The lighting equipment in the underground hall was blown to the point where the lights went out or flashed constantly, adding a bit of a weird atmosphere to the scene.

"Back, back!"

Konawukuyi retreated quickly. As for the murderous scorpion on the black crystal coffin, he had no choice but to worry about it, and his steps had moved to the steps as soon as possible.

"Ah!~Come on! I, Hercules, wait for you!"

Hercules Enzo Camillo let out a roar, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

"What the hell is it?"

"Weapon" Saint Barr had an additional MPSAA-12 automatic shotgun in his hand. The magazine was loaded with armor-piercing bullets and high-explosive bombs, and the bullets were loaded as soon as possible.

Behind his waist, four aluminum thermal grenades were hung. If the situation was wrong, they would definitely die together without hesitation.

Bar was once a soldier who worked for a day and for a lifetime. He habitually puts life and death aside, and even fears his own people when he acts ruthlessly.

At some point, the lid of the black crystal coffin slipped silently and stretched out a corner, and a hand was stretching out from it, grabbing the Sahara murderous scorpion that had just crawled around.

The scorpion struggled desperately, constantly stabbing his tail wildly, but the hand holding it was still moving, slowly retracting it into the coffin, and a rustling sound of chewing came from it.

"Is it a mummy?"

The "magic" saint almost threw the big fireball in his hand into the coffin. He saw the appearance of the hand, wrapped in white straps, which were corpses and cloths.

In other words, there was a corpse lying inside. They made so much effort, but they just made this guy in the coffin cheat the zombie. It was so terrible!

"Manoyshi..."

A sound of singing in the black crystal coffin came from the sound of singing, as if speaking a certain language.

"What is he talking about?"

Hercules, who was facing a great enemy, didn't even dare to look back.

"I don't know, it's a bit like Hebrew, and it's a little different, it should be an older language."

"Magic" Saint Merlin Jack once verified previous magical materials and legends, and was exposed to some ancient languages, so he was somewhat familiar with them.

Li Bai, who had been eating melons, suddenly spoke: "He is hungry!"

He took out a piece of paper-packed military compressed biscuits and threw them into the giant black crystal coffin.

This Chinese specialty is more or less in Li Bai's storage ring, and is a very cost-effective nutritional product.

Of course, eating too much can cause heat and constipation, and you also need to supplement dietary fiber and multiple vitamins in a timely manner.

The sound of chewing just now was very clear, and even the scorpion was eaten raw, which meant that the guy inside must be crazy hungry.

"Music" Saint Hammern Smith had already had a rogue with her former ally "power" Saint Hercules. His disgust was shifting to Li Bai. He didn't like it anyway. He immediately shouted, "Hey, don't do anything random!"

But it was too late for him to say it.

The compressed biscuit fell into the giant black crystal coffin accurately, and there was another terrible chewing sound, which sounded like gnawing on a stone, and it was very crisp and loud, and even the paper wrapped in the biscuits was bitten to pieces.

Everyone even had an illusion that if Li Bai threw canned lunch meat, even the canned scalp would be bitten and swallowed.

This is not just terrible, but terrifying!

"Manoyshi..."

The same voice sounded again in the giant coffin.

"Witchcraft" the saint hesitated: "Li Bai may have guessed it right!"

The rash move of eating may be the mistake of the blind cat hitting the dead mouse.

"Then try again!"

Hercules, who was closest to the position of the Black Crystal Coffin with Barr, was immediately delighted. It’s not a big deal to be so stalemate, why not give in?

At this moment, Bar, who was standing with him, shouted.

"Be careful, that thing is coming out!"

He saw the lid of the black crystal coffin slipped open part again, and there was no sound from beginning to end.

A breeze hit, and Barr's screams and a series of metal collisions sounded in Hercules's ears, and then his eyes darkened, his neck was tightly wrapped, his feet were opened on the ground, and he had nowhere to be subjected to force. A strong sense of suffocation came like a tide.
Chapter completed!