What is the future at the end of the darkness?

Along the only bit of light in the shaft, Lin Ming felt that the passage to the outside world was getting narrower and narrower.

At first, it was two meters square, but later, Linming's shoulders were almost stuck by the passage wall.

Can't get out.

Feeling the angle of the passage wall, Lin Ming silently calculated such an answer in his heart.

So he naturally gave up the efforts that were destined to be useless.

"Click!"

Falling back to the floor of the chamber, Lin Ming once again carefully examined the closed chamber.

He looked at the dense stamps on the wall, trying to find the connection between the individual engravings.

He searched through his own mixed memories of others, but unfortunately, none of the victims who contributed their memories to Lin Ming understood this strange language.

"Boom!"

Slamming the fireball that had been held in his hand for lighting into the wall, Lin Ming felt that he had only one way to open up for now.

The fireball smashed against the wall, and the sound effect was good, but in terms of effectiveness, it only burned the wall a little blacker.

It didn't work, and the walls were still intact.

"Looks like we're going to have to change the output mode. ”

Lin Ming released another fireball, and with the glow of the fireball, he rummaged through the remains of the sarcophagus on the ground.

He picked out some of the larger rocks, and coiled the 'infusion tube' that had been torn off from the outside world when he had been flying upwards earlier.

The tube was very long, as thick as a baby's arm, and Lin Ming weighed it, picked up a stone the size of a human head from the ground, and tied it with the tube.

"Hey!"

As if flicking a whip, he swung out the pipe tied to the stone.

"Boom!"

The stones smashed against the wall, and the sound coming back from the contact points was dull.

The thickness of the walls of the secret room can already be seen, and if you want to use brute force to break through such a barrier, it is still not possible for the current Linming.

It's just that this is just one point on one wall that was tested.

"Come again!"

Tie the other end of the pipe with a stone, and Lin Ming danced the rough whip.

"Knock knock ......!"

The whip swung so fast that the stones rained down on the walls around them.

Repeating it all at once, each stroke contains the power that has been transformed from the previous swing.

This is the magic of Chinese martial arts.

Under certain conditions, given a whip master with a sufficiently strong whip and enough time, he could tear down an entire building by himself.

For this, Lin Ming felt that he could do it.

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In the middle of winter, there are times when strong winds blow suddenly.

The wind, without the slightest clue, poured out like the veins of the leaves of a street tree on the side of the road, and it made people shiver.

"Looks like I didn't come at the right time. ”

There were no pedestrians on the streets, so no one would be surprised by the sword on the back of the man walking on the street at this time.

Mo Xie flew in the wrong direction, and the place he had arrived at at that moment, which looked like it was brightly lit from the mountain, was not Pumice Town, but a town he had never been to before.

In his early years, he spent more than ten years in Pumstone Town, but he never knew that there was such a place around Pumstone Town.

It's a strange place, the streets are closed with doors and windows, but the whole town is brightly lit.

There is some inexplicable smell in the wind for no reason, like a little cold light on the head of a knife, which penetrates into the deep heart of people.

"Friends, I have no ill intentions! I just forgot the time in the next day, and I wonder if I can buy some food and water for me to hurry?"

Standing on the deserted street, Mo Xie suddenly shouted loudly.

From the moment he stepped into this town, he sensed the real situation in the town.

There are a lot of people here, and they all have sharp weapons and killing intent.

In terms of attire alone, they can be classified as 'charlatans'.

"Your Excellency is polite, dare to visit this place, presumably it is not an unknown person. Since you're here, why don't you report your surname so that we can have a banquet?"

There was still no one to show up, which responded to Mo Ye's voice fluttering in the night wind, like a ghost.

It's just that it is estimated that the voices themselves did not expect that in fact, from the beginning their concealment was doing useless work.

Mo Xie had already sensed the large group of people rushing towards the street where he was at the moment from other parts of the town, and they were holding swords, guns, swords, halberds, and they were like making a martial arts movie.

It's just that Mo Xie knows that every one of these people is not a good person.

Judging by their low breathing, these are masters, and I'm afraid they all have blood on their hands.

"Forget it, it seems that I can't buy water and food here, farewell!"

Mo Xie felt that he didn't need to get involved with these people, and they were all compatriots, so he didn't need to hurt people's lives for no reason.

I just ran away, but I was still one step too late.

A figure suddenly shot at the back of Mo Ye's head, and just a second before this action occurred, this person was still squatting on the roof of a house on the side of the street.

This speed is almost at the level of military bullets.

If this grasp is realized, even with Mo Ye's current physical fitness, it will not be pleasing to him, after all, the back of the head is a fatal position.

Helplessly, Mo Xie directly accelerated himself with his telekinesis, and gave up half of his body before this grasp was about to happen, just so that the attacker passed by him.

It is true that this master's speed is fast enough, but for Mo Ye, he is still slower, and in Mo Ye's perception, he can at most be regarded as the speed of ordinary people's walking.

The sword speed above 'Sword Eight' can already throw this grab out of three or four streets.

This grasp failed, but the man didn't stop there, and at the moment he passed by, he turned around, made a small body method, and threw a large handful of steel needles at Mo Ye at this gap.

This steel needle enveloped the range of three or four meters around Mo Ye's body, and he encountered such a crisis between the lightning and flint, if Mo Xie was just an ordinary Jianghu guest, then he would definitely have to explain here.

Because under Mo Ye's perception, every steel needle is tinged with a dangerous dark green, and I am afraid that the simmering on the needle is highly poisonous.

"What a vicious method!"

Mo Xie said secretly in his heart, but this level of means couldn't do anything to him, he just felt cold about the sneak attacker's methods.

This is obviously the rhythm that is going to kill him!

What hatred and what grudge?!

He never remembered that he had offended the people of the 'way'?!

Is it necessary to be so ruthless as soon as we meet?

Mo Ye's eyes narrowed, and he stood in place very stiffly without dodging.

"Damn, the tiger is not powerful, you are my sick cat?!" Mo Xie roared in his heart.

Draw your sword and dance a curtain of light.

For a while, the sound of "clanging" in the air was endless, and there were more than 100 sparks.

Maybe this scene is too gorgeous, and even the howling night wind is stagnant.

A spark burst out, and Mo Ye kicked at the figure that had not yet jumped from the ground.

"Bang!"

He kicked the entire vicious assassin in front of him directly into the house on the side of the street, and the broken glass splashed half the street.

"Is this your hospitality?!"

Holding the slightly reddened Huolin Sword, Mo Ye shouted and asked in the direction of the night wind.