Bang!" It's almost an explosion!

In an instant, the eyes hidden in the darkness suddenly lit up, shocking two ghostly pupils, full of evil and cold.

Lao Wang made a big jump, his eyes seemed to be violently stimulated, his pupils shrank instantly, almost closed, his brain was torn, his blazing heart sank to the freezing point, and the hand that touched the armor shrank back like an electric shock, he forced himself to raise his eyelids, and subconsciously said: "Hold... Apologies!"

Sorry? seems to be ...... It's too late.

I could clearly hear the dull wheezing sound of the armored warriors, could they also be those human spiders? Last time, only a dozen human spiders had already beaten Zhu Si and the big black robe like that, if it weren't for the soul, everyone would have died, but not to mention the number now? Lan Che frowned deadly. He called out in his heart, but there was no response.

Damn!, but not at this time!!

He gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself awake, and he glanced at his companion with his peripheral vision, only to find that the five of them were stunned in place, like new statues.

The soul in the darkness was about to move, and a sizzling roar sounded from the ancient steel helmet, like a rock shadow bat hidden in the depths of the tunnel, salivating and staring at the prey in front of it.

Jusi raised her arm tremblingly, and subconsciously touched her back, the magic wand was long gone, and her beautiful pupils were once again filled with despair.

Under the ancient royal tomb, in the ingenious helmet, a heavy murmur suddenly sounded: "Horyas!kill!!"

The sleeping curse was broken, the ghost mansion of hell was ignited, like the lights of ten thousand homes, and in the entire Gu Soul Palace, hundreds of corners suddenly lit up with countless pairs of nether light.

The warriors on both sides of the avenue twisted their steel helmets in unison, like a machine, falling dust from the ground, like generals coming on horseback, raising the song of triumph, and countless green lights gathered at one point, the six small and ignorant people.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The low roar was amplified at this moment, as if it had been rehearsed countless times, and every time it was frustrated and stacked, it made people's souls tremble! The deafening low roar, like a sharp sword, pierced the brains of the six people, and they felt their brains spraying, covering their heads and screaming in pain!

It's all our fault for disturbing the undead who have been sleeping for thousands of years.

Lan Che choked on the dust in his face and coughed, hammered his chest, and hurriedly made a pause gesture.

As if they understood, the movement came to an abrupt halt, and the shocking echo, with a gust of wind, was washed to the cemetery in the middle of the mountain, calling for the sleeping dead...

"You're yelling! You're loud, aren't you? It's crooked, it's endless, isn't it? Don't you take it as an example! You guys stand first, we've got something to do, we're all standing!"

After saying that, he turned around.

The armored warrior was stunned for a second, and roared in the sky, mixed with full of anger, like an erupting volcano, carrying the wrath of nature, gushing out!

"Let's take a look!Run!" Lan Che yelled and pulled the five members back from the fugue!

The six of them ran out of the avenue at a gallop, and when they returned to the stone gate, Lan Che quickly glanced around: "It's too small here! Go to the square! and find a place to hide!"

Unintentionally turned his head to look at the stone gate, the exquisite statue, the Heavenly King Warrior, or the demons and monsters, all of a sudden, slowly opened their eyes...

The six of them kept running, no one wanted to be trampled into a pulp, they couldn't help but run faster and faster, fear stimulated their potential, and their feet changed from natural inhalation to turbo increase, and the three lumps of meat seemed to have their own T, rushing to the front...

The roar behind him continued to stimulate the eardrums, and after running for five minutes, he rushed out of the palace in one breath, and Lan Che hugged the stone pillar and began to gasp...

"Whew-, they-"

I didn't have time to speak, and there was a neat and rapid footstep behind my ears.

"Holy shit, this thing is coming after you again, run!"

The six of them began to jump down the stairs three steps and two steps, and half an hour ago, no one would have imagined that in the beautiful canyon here, there was an army, a ghost army composed of demons from hell...

Countless undead warriors rushed out of the palace and stood on the stone steps, looking down at the six ants from the outer world.

Suddenly, I saw an armored general with a tiger's head on his chest walking out of the palace, he pulled out the sword hanging on his waist, and the rest of the armored warriors saw this, instantly knelt on one knee, took off the iron tire bow behind him, hung the feather arrows, and assumed the posture of archery.

Lan Che in the center of the square stopped and waved his hand: "Don't ...... Don't run. ”

The old king turned his head in surprise, but saw that the square was already full of archers, and he was obviously the meat on a piece of the board, he sat on the ground with his buttocks, his haggard face was terrifying, his eyes were looking at the sky a little blankly, his ruddy face was a little sallow, and his lips were slightly chapped. Lan Che still remembers that when he first met Lao Wang on Kasabu Street, he sat on a wild boar and looked radiant and proud, but now, he is simply a different person.

Sad, funny, or fate?

Before he had time to think, the Tiger Head General waved one hand, and the sword cut through the air!

Countless arrows rained down like a heavy wall, suddenly falling from a height of 100 meters! In an instant, the air was scarce and pitiful.

Lan Che felt death for the first time, it was so close to him, perhaps, in the next second.

For a moment, he seemed to see himself standing in the middle of the road in the town of Huatian, countless ghostly lights intertwined in the night, the sound of cash registers and mahjong still sounded on the side of the road, and in a window facing the street, there was a literary boy who stayed awake all night, he turned on the stereo, Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea", melodiously drifted to the corner of the street.

Hehe, damn memories.

Death...... It's finally here.

Everyone, looking at the obscured sky, used all their strength to fill their chests with their last breath, and closed their eyes in despair.

Ear

There was no old man and the sea, but a faint voice:

"Ice Fall, Butterfly Dance. ”