The crypt in front of Di Qinglin was deep and dark, and by the faint light, you could see from the hole in the ground that there was a forest of knives below, dozens of steel knives covered with jagged teeth, and the blades were pointed upwards at the bottom of the crypt, as if they were the sharp teeth of a giant beast.

A little further below the cave, in the darkness, many figures could be faintly seen. The figures stood motionless in the darkness as if under immobilization magic, not making a sound, not even breathing.

How can a person not breathe? Could it be that the 'guardians' of these crypts have practiced the legendary turtle sucking ** in the martial arts, and can breathe through the pores of the guò skin? And what is enough to make so many masters who have practiced turtle sucking ** gather in a dark cave?

Are they guarding some amazing secrets and riches here, or are they guarding the entrance to hell?

After all, there is no way to turn people into real birds, even if the light skills are high, if they fall directly from the flap without defense, they will definitely fall into this knife forest. There were already several corpses in the knife forest, and the corpses maintained their pre-death posture, but they didn't know why they didn't rot and stink. But among these corpses, there is no Yang Zheng.

Di Qinglin had already expected this, in the process of fighting just now, Yang Zheng originally used his internal strength to press the flap and took the initiative to fall. Since he had already seen the sword forest under the crypt, he naturally would not take the initiative to seek death.

Di Qinglin smiled with a smile, no one knew the power of the knife just now better than him, although Yang Zheng had escaped the disaster of the broken arm, his arm could not lift any weapon for two months, and it was only a matter of time to kill the owner of the parting hook.

The crypt was too big and too dark, Di Qinglin turned around and held up a candle, followed by a leap into the cave, and landed outside the knife forest.

The light of the candle illuminated the crypt, and the secluded crypt suddenly became lively, and the whole crypt was actually a banquet hall, with a banquet table dozens of zhang long in the middle, except for the knife forest facing the flap, the hall was full of people, and a grand banquet was being held.

There were men and women, adults and children, some of them sat at the table and drank, some were whispering, some were dancing, some were jousting on the side, some seemed to have drunk too much and were lying down on the table to take a nap, and some even got off the horse when they were late, and led a white horse behind them.

These men wore the most splendid clothes, the men carried the weapons of their fame, and the women wore their most ornate jewelry, and came to the feast with the most solemnity.

Although there are many people here, none of them are unknown, if there are people who often mix in the rivers and lakes here, they will definitely be surprised to find that among these people there are not only famous heroes, but also Yan Ji who has poured countless men, there are prodigies who have become poems in ten steps, and there are hermits who have seen through the world.

Even Heshuo hero Wan Junwu is here. He stood in a corner of the cave, one hand against the wall, one hand pressed into his throat, bent over as if he wanted to vomit after drinking too much. He still had the purple gold fish scale knife hanging from his waist.

With so many people gathered together, there should have been a lot of movement, but there was not a single sound in the crypt, not even the faintest breathing sound. It's not quiet, it's terrifying.

And these people, despite their different identities and different actions, all have two common characteristics.

No matter what they are doing, the people who drink too much and want to vomit, the people who drink boldly, the people who snuggle in the arms of men, the people who are sorry for coming late, no matter how different their looks and body shapes are, the expressions on their faces are almost exactly the same.

Cold and indifferent, as if smiling but not smiling.

That kind of expression that only the dead have.

Their eyes were full of cloudy gray sè, eyes that only the dead have.

No wonder there was not a trace of breathing, it turned out that all the people here were dead.

Since Di Qinglin entered the crypt, the state of his whole person has changed immediately.

He began to get excited, the cold and indifferent expression on his face had been replaced by a faint cháo red, and he walked through the dead with a candle in his hand, looking at these dead people's eyes, full of tenderness, like a child seeing his most beloved toy, a man reunited with his wife after a long absence.

"Yang Zheng, where are you?" Di Qinglin called softly.

He slowly walked through the dead and walked to the side of a swordsman in green clothes, the candlelight illuminated the pale face and a pair of empty eyes of the big man, he raised his pale hand, gently stroked the big man's face, and said to himself intoxicatedly: "Oh, you are not Yang Zheng, you are Diancang Yijian, my best friend before the age of twenty." ”

Walking up to a peerless dancing girl again, Di Qinglin stroked the dancing girl's long hair, which had become pale, and said emotionally: "I said a long time ago that you are more beautiful after you die than when you were alive, you see that I haven't deceived you, how can I be willing to lie to you?" ”

After speaking, he actually leaned over and kissed Mai Ji's bright red lips gently.

He walked through the crowd, and every time he passed a corpse, he had to say a few words to the corpse, as if he were really chatting with a friend or lover.

Someone suddenly flashed in the darkness in the distance.

"So you're there!" Di Qinglin shouted excitedly: "Don't go, there are still many empty places here, why don't you stay and be with my most beloved babies!" ”

When he said 'together' in his last sentence, his body began to move, like a dexterous swimming fish walking through the crowd, and when he said 'together', his body was already more than ten feet away.

'Together, together, together,' Di Qinglin's voice echoed in the cave.

In the distance, a dark shadow flashed again, and swept past the huge banquet table in the cavern, which was full of people on both sides, not at all unhappy that someone had crossed over their heads, and remained motionless in their posture of drinking.

Di Qinglin jumped up after him.

Finally, someone expressed dissatisfaction.

When Di Qinglin was in mid-air and had nowhere to borrow strength, the corpse under him that was lying on the table and resting suddenly raised his head.

Not only the head, but the body of the corpse rose straight from the bottom to the sky! Like zombies.

But how could the corpse raise its head, and how could the eyes of the zombie be so bright!

A sword light erupted like a volcano from the center of the earth, heading straight for Di Qinglin.

Su Yang's hand tightened, and the green steel sword had already pierced into Di Qinglin's body.

But this was far from enough, at the same time, Su Yang's other hand had already clasped Di Qinglin's ankle like an iron tong, and pulled it down fiercely.

A strange-shaped weapon suddenly emerged from under the table and stopped on the path of Di Qinglin's fall.

Parting hook, Yang Zheng's parting hook!

Yang Zheng is under the table, who is the figure more than ten feet away from the table just now, could it be that the resentment of the corpse here is condensed and has become a powerful ghost looking for Di Qinglin to take revenge?

Di Qinglin screamed, his body trembled slightly, and he swung his knife and chopped down his ankle.

When Ying Wuwu was hugged by Yang Zheng's legs, he slashed Yang Zheng's hands, Di Qinglin was even more ruthless, and he directly cut his own feet.

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The decisive battle (II) is not over yet, guess what the name of the next chapter should be?

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