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The place chosen by Ye Qingluo is the stone wall printed with the totem of the king of the tomb!

The head of the king of the tomb on the stone wall is the mechanism of the stone wall.

As long as this is mastered, there will still be time for Nangong to expel the corpse qi.

The group ran wildly, and in a short time, they had reached the stone wall.

Ye Qingluo sent the mercenaries back to the middle level of the tomb of the Mausoleum King, turned their heads to look, and did not see the corpse puppet that had caught up.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

High-level corpse golems are not afraid of fire.

But how many corpse puppets still have an impact.

At least, for a while, the five corpse puppets would not be able to break free from the burning of the flames.

Ye Qingluo was the last to cross the stone wall and quickly pressed on the stone wall.

There was another deafening "boom" sound, and the open stone wall slowly closed.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and held on to the wall and gasped for air.

At this time, he didn't care about the slippery vines and hairy moss on the walls.

Zi Qianqian helped Nangong Feiran to sit down against the rock wall.

Ye Qingluo didn't waste any time, walked straight to Nangong Feiran's side, half-squatted down, and pulled up his arm that was corroded by the corpse puppet.

The touch of the hand, and the coldness of it.

The slightest touch of it is like touching ice.

Cool of the boning.

Ye Qingluo's expression was a little solemn, and he raised his eyes to carefully look at Nangong Feiran's face.

Nangong Feiran closed his eyes tightly, a thin layer of cold air oozed from his forehead, and his eyelashes were stained with a circle of frost white.

Under the corner of the eye, it was already covered with blue and black.

The situation is more serious than expected.

"Girl, you have to expel the corpse gas for him as soon as possible!" In his ears was the urging voice of the old man, "If the corpse qi spreads to the heart and erodes the Xuanxin Jade, he will be hopeless." ”

Ye Qingluo took a deep breath.

She had not dabbled in the method of expelling corpse gas.

It's just that when I looked at the information of the tomb of King Ling last night, I also imagined the problem of corpse qi.

At that time, he only asked the old man Cang for a simple way to avoid corpse qi entering the body, and did not delve into it.

At this time, she could only listen to the old man's command.

Ye Qingluo's palm flipped over, and the red feather fan slid into her palm, she squeezed the handle of the fan, and with a flick of her fingertips, a sharp dagger slipped out.

She straightened Nangong Feiran's arm, and the dagger was about to cut off his wound.

But Zi Qianqian held her arm, "What are you going to do!" ”

"Let go!" Ye Qingluo wrinkled her eyebrows, and looked at her coldly with a displeased expression, "I really doubt the true strength of the Gold Medal Mercenary Group." ”

Her tone was full of disdain and ridicule: "Since entering the tomb of the Tomb King, your god-killing mercenary group has repeatedly caused problems, dragging down our actions and causing me a burden. ”

"You...... What did you say! Zi Qianqian's beautiful face flushed with anger, and her eyes, which had always been cold, were full of anger.

Ye Qingluo snorted softly: "What I say, you know it in your own hearts." If I had known you were such a bunch of shit, I would never have signed that deal with you! ”

These words are completely red. The naked will kill the god mercenary group, and the disgusted ones will be clean.

The mercenaries of the mercenary group in the world felt secretly refreshed in their hearts.

In their hearts, they all praised the words of their deputy head of the regiment angrily!

From the beginning to the end, the God-Killing Mercenary Group put itself in a high position.

It was as if accompanying them into the bottom floor of the tomb of the king of the tomb was condescending.

But in fact, the performance of the god-killing mercenary group is completely the existence of an oil bottle.

Not only did it not play any practical role, but it even continued to cause trouble one after another that put people to death.

Ye Qingluo hooked her lips coldly, and the coldness in her eyes was even worse: "I'm not a saint, there will always be a time when patience runs out." ”