Bang bang bang!

"Pawn—"

Bang bang bang!

"Pawn—"

The sound of percussion accompanied by a weak call kept coming from the front.

Zhang Xiaopaw ran all the way along the sound, opened the way in a subtle state of mind, followed the footprints left by the heavenly martial arts people on the ground, and finally saw the source of the sound in the innermost side room.

As soon as he confirmed the source of the sound, he was startled that it had come from a sarcophagus in the room.

This sarcophagus is nearly four zhang long and two zhang high, and the lid of the coffin is tightly closed, but traces of opening can be clearly seen.

The knocking and cries for help coming from the sarcophagus, as well as the footsteps of the Heavenly Martial Daoist on the ground disappearing near the sarcophagus, all indicated that the Heavenly Martial Daoist was trapped in the sarcophagus.

Seeing the length of the sarcophagus, Zhang Xiaopaw couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, because the longer the sarcophagus, the bigger the ancient corpse lying in the sarcophagus, and the higher the ancient corpse, the stronger its combat power. From the battle that happened in the sky just now, it is not difficult to deduce that this ancient corpse, which is more than three zhang tall and almost four zhang high, is definitely not something he can deal with.

But the Tianwu Dao people are in danger, and their lives are very likely to be in danger, Zhang Xiaoshu has no time to hesitate, and rushes into the door in one step and yells: "Master, I'm here!"

The feet did not stop for a moment, and immediately stepped in front of the sarcophagus, the bone knife was handed over to the left hand, the power of the three colors was gathered in the right fist, and the Hantan dance posture ran through the whole body, and a fist slammed on the sarcophagus.

He didn't dare to use a knife to chop, for fear of accidentally injuring the Tianwu Daoist in the sarcophagus.

Rumble!

The thick and hard sarcophagus failed to withstand the force of Zhang Xiaopaw's punch, and exploded, and the coffin board collapsed everywhere.

The figures of the ancient corpse and the Heavenly Martial Daoist were suddenly revealed in Zhang Xiaopaw's field of vision.

I saw a jet-black ancient corpse more than three feet high, holding the Heavenly Martial Daoist in his arms with his arms, and the black beetle had already wrapped the body of the Heavenly Martial Daoist in three layers and three layers outside, and they were all desperately drilling into it, as if they were competing to eat the flesh and blood of the Heavenly Martial Daoist.

There were many corpses of black beetles piled up on the ground, and it was obvious that the Heavenly Martial Daoist had been fighting with them in the sarcophagus for a long time, but he seemed to have lost.

Zhang Xiaopu smelled the smell of blood rushing to his face, and then thought of Wen Buwu's miserable end, his scalp was numb with fright for a moment, and he hurriedly used the power of the ghost pupil to pinch the trick and slapped it on the Tianwu Dao person.

The power of the ghost pupil once again revealed its tremendous killing power to the evil things, as soon as the rune fell, the black beetle suddenly suffered countless casualties, and the other black beetles that were not attacked were as if they had encountered a natural enemy, and they receded like a tide in an instant, and even the ancient corpse shrank in fear and shrank the arms of the Heavenly Martial Daoist.

Zhang Xiaopaw's eyes were quick, and he grabbed the shoulders of the Heavenly Martial Daoist and jumped back, fleeing from the ancient corpse.

The body of the Heavenly Martial Dao person has been gnawed by the black beetle to the point of flesh and blood, and only a faint Dao power remains

In his body, if Zhang Xiaopaw came back for a while, he was afraid that he would be exhausted by the black beetle with the last bit of strength, and then end up as miserable as Wen Buwu.

"Run!" said in a Heavenly Martial Dao man's voice.

There is no need for the Heavenly Martial Daoist to remind him, Zhang Xiaopaw is already running.

He wasn't naïve enough to think that he could kill this ancient corpse more than three feet tall with the power of the ghost pupil, and the little ghost pupil power he stored was probably not enough to tickle the ancient corpse, unless he could open the ghost pupil. But it takes a lot of energy to open the ghost pupil, and he doesn't even have half an elixir in his Sumeru mustard seed, so there is no way to open the ghost pupil at all.

"Master, how are you?" Zhang Xiaopaw asked anxiously as he carried the Heavenly Martial Daoist on his back and ran as he ran.

"It's okay, I can't die. The Heavenly Martial Daoist responded, "Give me a little bit of your Dao power." ”

Zhang Xiaopaw did as he said, and hurriedly crossed the Dao power to the Tianwu Dao people.

With the help of Zhang Xiaopaw's Dao power, the Heavenly Martial Dao people reached out and grabbed the void, grabbed a spirit fruit, threw it into his mouth and ate it, and told Zhang Xiaopaw that it was okay, and there was no need to give him any more Dao power.

In the sarcophagus, his upper body and even his arms were tightly bound by the ancient corpse, and there was no way to take the spirit fruit to replenish energy, and in the end, he simply didn't have the power to open the void space.

If it weren't for the excitement in his ears and faintly hearing the sound of breaking the wall, he guessed that it was very likely that Zhang Xiaopu was looking for him, so he hurriedly kicked the coffin with his foot and called for help, and successfully summoned Zhang Xiaopu's rescue, otherwise he would have become the belly of the corpse beetle by now.

It's scary to think about.

The spirit fruit was in the stomach, and the strength of the Heavenly Martial Dao people quickly recovered, and the skin and flesh that had been eaten by the corpse beetle also began to heal rapidly.

Zhang Xiaopaw nervously paid attention to the situation behind him, and found that the ancient corpse did not catch up, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why is it dark?" asked the Heavenly Martial Daoist with a frown.

"Senior Wen has found a sword-" Zhang Xiaopaw immediately told the Heavenly Martial Daoist what had happened.

Hearing that Wen Buwu was gnawed into a white bone by a corpse beetle, the Tianwu Daoist couldn't help but sigh for him, and said with emotion: "Repair and repair, but in the end, you still can't escape the word 'greed'!

"Master, is there a treasure in that sarcophagus?" Zhang Xiaoshu asked curiously when he heard this.

"There's a fart!" Tianwu Daoist glared and scolded, "Lao Tzu heard a sound from afar, followed the sound to find a sarcophagus, took it for granted that there was something good in it, the ghost knew that there was an ancient corpse controlled by a corpse beetle, the old man just pushed the coffin lid more than a foot wide, and before he could see what was inside, he was hugged by the ancient corpse, and then it died in his arms.

The internal injuries of the battle between the old man and the red-haired ancient corpse have not yet healed, and the ancient corpse in the sarcophagus is really powerful, old man

I couldn't break free no matter how hard I struggled to be held in his arms. If it weren't for the old man's Dao power, he could restrain the corpse beetle, so he could hold on for so long, otherwise he would end up with Old Man Wen. ”

"Master is auspicious, and if you don't die, you will have a blessing. Zhang Xiaopaw said.

Whoa—

The rain of blood outside was still falling, still pouring like a scoop.

Zhang Xiaopaw was worried about the safety of the Qinglian Daoist and the Great Monk, and after obtaining the consent of the Heavenly Martial Daoist, he carried him out of the main hall stone house on his back, and ran in the direction where the Qinglian Daoist fell according to his memory.

At the moment, there is a lot of danger, the sky is so dark that you can't see your fingers, everyone has lost their vision, only he has an extremely good vision with the help of a subtle state of mind, and he can detect the approach of danger in advance, so he wants to gather everyone quickly, and then find a way to get out of here.

"This is filthy blood!" As soon as the blood rain fell on his body, the Heavenly Martial Dao people couldn't help but exclaim.

"What is filthy blood?" asked Zhang Xiaopu, puzzled.

"Dirty blood, also known as dirty blood, is the blood flowing in a person's body when he is dominated by negative emotions, or when he is dominated by dark and dirty thoughts, or when he does something treacherous, untrustworthy, unfilial, unfaithful, etc. The Heavenly Martial Daoist explained, "The counterpart to the filthy blood is red blood, which means akagi, chizhen, chichun, chishan, chimei, and so on. ”

Finally, he said with a solemn expression: "With such a large amount of filthy blood gathered here, there must be a demon in the world!"

"Ahh

"What's wrong?" the Heavenly Martial Daoist frowned and asked, knowing that Zhang Xiaopaw must have seen something strange.

"The ancient corpses that were controlled by the corpse beetle all came out of the sarcophagus and ran out into the street. They seem to be bathed in filthy blood. Zhang Xiaopaw told the Tianwu people what he saw.

"Filthy blood is the favorite thing of the corpse beetle, bathed in filthy blood, they can better stimulate the combat power of the ancient corpse, so that the combat power of the ancient corpse surges, and it may even reach eighty percent of the combat power during its lifetime. The Heavenly Martial Daoist said, "We must get out of here as soon as possible, otherwise we will die and die." ”

Zhang Xiaopaw hid from the ancient corpses bathed in filthy blood from a distance, and he didn't have the heart to count how many ancient corpses there were, because the streets were full of them.

"You can keep an eye on it a little bit. The Heavenly Martial Daoist said, "Extreme good will give birth to extreme evil, and extreme evil will give birth to extreme good, such a vast sea of filthy blood will definitely give birth to a drop, or even a few drops of holy blood, this blood can purify the soul of a cultivator, and it is of great benefit to cultivation, even saints covet it." ”

Hearing what the Heavenly Martial Daoist said, Zhang Xiaopaw suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly asked, "What are the characteristics of this holy blood?"

It is written that sometimes it is as white as snow, and sometimes as red as the red sun. The Heavenly Martial Daoist replied that he had only seen it from the book and had not seen the Holy Blood.

"When it's white and when it's red?" Zhang Xiaopu was surprised.