Poof!
Blood splattered ten steps away.
Jin An slashed the last human flesh figurine into two halves vertically from the middle.
Jin An's eyes were sharp.
At his feet were hundreds of incomplete body parts, with blood dripping all over the ground.
All of them had their hands and feet separated, their torsos were cut in half, and their bodies were chopped into pieces by the Husha Dao. None of them were complete corpses.
The man-eating canyon is filled with the strong smell of blood.
call--
call--
Jin An was like a murderer, standing in the hanging coffin burial canyon covered with a thick layer of blood, his eyes cold.
Tick-tock, tick-tock... drops of blood kept dripping from the tip of the knife.
If someone who doesn't know the truth sees the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood in front of them, they will definitely mistakenly think that Jin An is a murderous devil.
But if you look carefully at the mutilated corpses in that area, you will find that these chopped corpses have no internal organs in their bodies and are filled with white human flesh.
However.
The next scene, an even more terrifying scene appeared.
This time, perhaps because there were too many dead human flesh figurines, these human flesh figurines no longer disappeared, but died and resurrected in place, with blood lines on their bodies that have not yet fully healed.
Even chopping the body into pieces was of no use.
These human flesh figurines have returned to normal.
"it hurts!"
"My body hurts so much!"
"Taoist Master Jin'an, why do you want to kill us?"
"Taoist Master Jin'an, why do you want to kill us?"
…
These human flesh figurines, with blood lines on their necks, blood lines on their hands and feet, and blood lines on their bodies split in half, which have not yet fully recovered, swarmed towards Jin'an in the dark with ferocious eyes.
at the same time.
In the darkness of the Hanging Coffin Burial Canyon, there were more footsteps rushing towards this direction.
This time there were hundreds of people, which doubled several times.
Jin An's face darkened. How many people had been eaten in this canyon? How could it be so endless! If he killed these people again this time, would there be thousands of people rushing out next time?
Will tens of thousands of people bury them directly next time?
"No matter how hard you kill these people, you can't kill them all. The more Fan'er kills, the more he kills. Little brother, I think we might as well find a way out from the hanging coffins on both sides. Since finding a way out on the ground doesn't work, let's try to see if we can run out directly from the hanging coffins.
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The old Taoist priest shouted anxiously.
Jin An also understood that if he continued like this, even if he was not afraid of these human flesh figurines, sooner or later he would be exhausted and die in this weird hanging coffin burial canyon.
"Cut the sword, you take the goddess up there."
"I'll take your third junior brother up."
Jin An shouted to Xiajian that he no longer loves to fight.
Old Taoist priest: "?"
Before the old Taoist priest could voice his resistance, Jin An held the old Taoist priest's shoulder in his hand, and he used some strength on the rugged rocks on the cliff. Finally, he grabbed the hanging coffin burial log support and did a backflip, and he easily climbed over Shangli.
On the ground there is a hanging coffin two feet high.
On the other side, Xiejian also took the country goddess with him, and climbed over the hanging coffin easily. Just like Jin An, his hands and feet were as nimble as an ape, and he could perform a set of movements as smoothly as a master in the world, without blushing or panting.
These hanging coffins have existed for a very long time.
They have existed for at least hundreds of years and have long since rotted into rotten wood. Just as Jin An was about to take a step forward, the coffin lid under his feet seemed unable to withstand the weight of the two people standing on it at the same time. It fell apart and fell apart.
Stuck in the coffin.
When Jin An lifted his foot, the upper body of the dead man's skeleton was lifted up on the upper part of the shoe, and his foot got stuck in the gap between the dead man's sternum.
"Everyone, be careful. These coffins are badly rotted. Try not to stand on a coffin with two people at the same time, and try not to make any violent movements."
Jin An reminded everyone.
At this time, Jin An held up a torch to shine on the ground beneath his feet, and found that the human flesh figurines did not follow him.
"Jin Engong, it seems that those people can't raise their heads to look at the sky, so they can't find us on the hanging coffin..." the country goddess said while carefully standing on a hanging coffin.
She stood as close to the wall as possible.
This reduces the contact area between yourself and the coffin under your feet.
If the coffin hanging beneath her feet really collapses, she can still cling to the cliff to prevent her from falling.
"What do I think? It's not that these people can't look up to the sky, but that they are suppressed by the sky, or are afraid of the sky above their heads, so they don't dare to look up at the ghosts and gods in the sky?"
"The owner of this tomb will not set up these hanging coffins for no reason and deliberately expose such a big flaw to let us escape. To me, it seems that the owner of the tomb deliberately lured us into the hanging coffins. What is on the hanging coffins than on the ground?"
There are even more terrifying things like flesh and blood, clay and human figurines waiting for us..."
In the pitch-black environment, the flames of the torches illuminated the old Taoist priest's face in uncertain ways. One moment it was gloomy, and the other moment it was red and strangely red.
Jin An: "..."
Country Goddess: "..."
Chi Jian kept looking at the sky, looking at the hanging coffins stacked high above his head into the infinite darkness.
Jin An: "Old Taoist, shut your crow mouth."
"Also, keep the torch away from your face. Don't keep shining it on your face to talk to us."
The old Taoist priest muttered something like a resentful young daughter-in-law. After being glared at by Jin An, the old Taoist priest shut his mouth.
Then Jin An began to discuss the next way out with everyone: "Although we are temporarily safe, what the old Taoist said is not unreasonable. Everyone knows that the old Taoist's crow's mouth is as effective as a magical weapon that has been illuminated..."
When Jin An said this, he did not forget to glance at the old Taoist.
The old Taoist priest had a dark face.
He expressed dissatisfaction.
Doesn't this mean you have bad breath?
The old Taoist priest originally wanted to protest unconvinced, but faced Jin An's gaze, he closed his mouth in depression.
Jin An continued: "So on the way forward, when we leave the hanging coffin, we must be careful not to make any noise, so as not to disturb something hiding in the dark."
After Jin An explained a few more words, he asked everyone if they had anything to add. The old Taoist priest shook his head, and the country goddess frowned and thought for a while but also shook her head.
Jin An looked at Xi Jian, who had been looking up at the sky, and asked Xi Jian if he had discovered anything?
Sharpening his sword and shaking his head, he said numbly that he was just worried that the corpse oil would drip onto his body from the hanging coffin above his head.
Jin'an, old Taoist priest, country goddess: "!"
Afterwards, the four of them continued on their way, but this time they walked through the hanging coffin and out of the canyon.
Because these hanging coffins were very old, the four of them walked very carefully and did not dare to go too fast.
In addition, the old Taoist priests and country goddesses were not very physical, so they jumped on these hanging coffins and hurried on. In terms of physical strength, they were inevitably not as good as Jin An and Jiajian, so they were not very fast on the road.
Fortunately, the human flesh figurines at my feet never raised their heads to look at the sky and did not follow them.
In the darkness.
The four of them are still on their way.
Suddenly, Chi Jian, who was walking at the forefront, stopped. He stood upright on the hanging coffin, turned around and stared in the direction from behind.
When he stopped sharpening his sword, everyone also stopped.
To be continued...