The deserted tomb stands alone and the world withers away, still unwilling to wake up from the dream
Ouyang Jingsong, who was proud and arrogant just now, is now like an eggplant that has been beaten by frost. "I said that you, a grown man, are really stingy. You just watched me suffer, and you didn't help me, and you didn't remind me."
"Do you need my reminder?" Qing Shui lowered his eyebrows as if he didn't see Ouyang Jingsong's anger.
This move made Ouyang Jingsong even more angry, and he could only gnash his teeth secretly.
"Sir," a trembling voice came from not far away. Qing Shui and Ouyang also stopped joking and looked at the source of the voice.
Most of the fog in the mountains has already dissipated, and you can clearly see a small black shadow like a hill not far away sitting in the mist.
Qing Shui and Ouyang Jingsong looked at each other and then glanced at the little four-legged snake pretending to be a hairpin on Song Wan's head. It was bathed in holy light, as quiet as sleeping, with its eyes closed, and was not affected by the external environment.
The influence of it, or the environment it is in now has changed its state of mind when it first came. The bodies of Songwan, Apeng and Four-legged Snake in the glory slowly and subtly changed.
Seeing that Song Wan and the others were not in any danger, Qing Shui and Ouyang Jingsong faced the enemy seriously without any worries.
A golden light erupted from both of them at the same time, and they strode forward. One was elegant and the other was carefree and unrestrained, which could be regarded as a beautiful scenery under the blood-red setting sun.
While walking, Qing Shui whispered in his mouth, "What other tricks do you have? Are there any other subordinates? I know what you are doing. If there is no other way to delay time, then, I'm sorry, I'm afraid you won't be able to do what you want this time.
I’m afraid I won’t be able to fulfill my wish in this life.”
As gentle as talking to himself or talking to his lover, a breeze blew by, and Ouyang Jingsong next to him got goosebumps all over his body, and looked at Qing Shui with strange eyes.
"What are you looking at? I'm not your lover." Ouyang Jingsong, who was choked to death by Qing Shui's words, could do nothing but roll his eyes.
The two of them were talking without stopping and were dozens of meters away from Song Wan and the others in an instant.
When they saw the situation in front of them clearly, Ouyang Jingsong and Qing Shui were well-informed, and they couldn't help but take a breath of air.
There is a vast sea of bones in front of you. Some bones are red, some are black, some are as white as jade, and some exude a golden and dim light. They are all different. The only thing in common is that these bones are all so huge.
, are about a foot thick, some are even several meters long, and some are bone fragments. Although they are intact, they are not connected with flesh and bone like those under the mountain, which can support their movements.
There are dead bones scattered everywhere, some of which are even incomplete. The bones are broken into pieces, revealing the dried and withered marrow inside.
Qing Shui and Ouyang Jingsong looked at each other and saw worry in each other's eyes. "If these bones can be resurrected and fight like the cattle and sheep before, the situation will not be optimistic." At this point, it is no longer their turn to think too much.
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The crunching sound under your feet when you step on piles of dead bones is always uncomfortable.
Some of the bones had been weathered and corroded, and all turned into bone powder after one kick, but they still did not dare to relax.
Further forward, there were pieces of dead bones turned into powder, and some huge claw marks began to appear on the ground. I am afraid that there are no biological footprints as big as this in the world today, except for the dragon clan that has been hidden from the world in ancient times.
Facing the claw mark, Qing Shui and Ouyang Jingsong exchanged glances. Ouyang Jingsong walked into the claw mark pit and felt how small he was, not even the center of the claw.
What kind of enemy are they facing? Qing Shui hesitated a little, but no matter how much uncertainty there is ahead, they must continue to move forward, otherwise they can only be trapped here, waiting for the overlord here to defeat them one by one.
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Looking back at Song Wan, who was still concentrating on the Tao Te Ching, Qing Shui's eyes flashed with determination.
"Ouyang, are you afraid of death?" Qing Shui asked.
"Afraid, of course I'm afraid. I'm scared to death, otherwise I wouldn't have let you take the lead." Ouyang Jingsong said matter-of-factly.
Qing Shui, who wanted to say something to boost his morale, was suddenly speechless, shook his head with a wry smile, and continued to move forward, but his speed slowed down a little, and unknowingly he was walking side by side with Ouyang Jingsong.
"You are really stingy." Ouyang Jingsong glanced at Qing Shui in a condescending manner.
"I used to be very generous, but after being with you for a long time, I gradually became stingy." Qing Shui still answered calmly.
"What do you mean?" Ouyang Jingsong looked sideways.
"It is said that those who are close to vermillion are red and those who are close to ink are black. It turns out that you don't know. If you are too generous with you, you will suffer a loss. Although suffering a loss is a blessing, it would be silly to always suffer a loss." Qingshui told it lightly.
Seeing Qing Shui say these words with a serious expression, for some reason, Ouyang Jingsong just wanted to laugh, and laugh heartily, but it was not suitable now.
The two of them exchanged words and walked a distance of about a hundred acres. A large pit appeared on the ground, with a radius of one mile and a depth of more than 20 meters. There were some broken wood underneath. It looked like it had been a room before.
The wooden room is empty now.
Qing Shui jumped into the pit and picked up a damaged piece of wood. It was heavy in hand, like black gold, and soft in texture, like snow cotton gauze.
Qing Shui, who returned to the ground lightly, took the piece of wood and handed it to Ouyang Jingsong's hand.
Ouyang Jingsong took it, his hand sank, and he was a little surprised. He weighed it and knocked it again. There was a thud, like knocking on dull iron. "This, this is gloomy wood. It is ebony that is more than ten thousand years old."
, no wonder it has existed for so long, even better preserved than these rotten bones."
Ouyang Jingsong was shocked for a while, but he didn't notice that when he said the words "rotten bones", there was some kind of fluctuation in the air, or a gust of wind.
He didn't notice it, but that didn't mean Qing Shui didn't notice it either.
"Be careful." Qing Shui Guangshu flicked his sleeves and threw Ouyang Jingsong more than thirty meters away. He also stepped back more than ten meters. The place where they were standing was hit by a red mist, and the length of the pit suddenly increased by ten meters.
Jimmy, Ouyang Jingsong was horrified. He didn't even notice this power. It was so terrifying.
The pit looked more like a tomb at this time. Some of the bottles, jars, daily necessities, and weapons and equipment in it were not decayed. But how big would it be for such a huge weapon to be used?
The uncorrupted bottles and jars inside are all glowing with silver or green. They are either nine-day black iron or jade essence. They are all rare treasures, but now they have been stained by Yin Qi and have lost their luster.
Gloomy wood is an extremely rare wood, full of spirituality. It is used to preserve things and make the things in it immortal.
"Has anyone found such good wood to make a coffin? This is too luxurious. What is the identity of the owner of the tomb here? The tomb exploded, where did the owner go?" Thinking of Ouyang Jingsong
Qing Shui and Ouyang Jingsong exchanged glances and understood each other about the attack just now.
Two people are outflanking each other, with one person walking to the left of the pothole and the other to the right, moving forward on alert.
The one-mile journey soon came to an end. As we continued to move north from here, the land under our feet was no longer red, but a mixture of black and purple. It exuded an unpleasant stench, and wisps of red mist were steaming from the ground.
It rises and merges with the red mist in the air.
Qing Shui understood that this was how the red mist-like Yin Qi in the mountains came from.
When we set foot on this black land, it was like stepping into another world, and it also kicked off the final decisive battle.
The cold breath targeted Qing Shui and Ouyang Jingsong, rushing in from all sides crazily. "Looking for death!" A hoarse voice like an animal grinding its teeth passed into their ears. It felt like the decayed vocal cords, hard.
These two words were squeezed out.
Ouyang Jingsong showed no concern at this time, and returned to his Yushu Linfeng look, "You'd better shut up, the sound is so unpleasant, and you won't be afraid of scaring the sleeping children."
Hearing the hissing mountain wind and the bleak noise of thousands of trees, and then hearing Ouyang Jingsong's gentle voice like big beads falling on a jade plate, it was simply a pleasure.
In the words of Shimizu when he recalled the scene afterwards, he said, "We are both a wild beast and an antique that was forgotten by time thousands of years ago. How come there is such a big gap?" Every time he mentioned this later, Ouyang Jingsong gritted his teeth.
What accompanied Ouyang Jingsong's sarcastic voice was the crazy flow of air around his body and the massive decrease in yin energy.
"Stop him" were just three words. Ouyang Jingsong and Qing Shui took action at the same time and attacked forward.